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I. The Potion Test
“Nice work, Harry," Tonks said, blinking rapidly as her vision returned. "You recognized what was wrong quickly, took charge, and restored my vision in good time. Not even a stickler like King will be able to mark off points for that one." She couldn't hear or see her superior since he was observing her from somewhere outside the training room, but she could picture his amused snort regardless.
“If you’d swallowed a spiked potion that blinded you while we were in genuine danger, with enemies around, that wouldn’t have been fast enough,” Harry said, looking away. “I would have had to get you to safety before I could think about trying to remove the potion’s effects.”
"All true," Tonks said, nodding. "And the fact that you thought of that on your own right away will probably get you some bonus points—and me, too, since I'm your senior partner." She tapped herself on the chest. "Hooray for Tonks." She was mostly kidding, but she figured it really did have to reflect well on her that her junior was doing so well. Sure, he was Harry bloody Potter, and he came to the auror training program with real-world experience that no other fresh recruit ever had, but she was still the one who had to teach him how they did things in the auror corps. This test, taken by trainee aurors and their mentors together, was a chance for them both to get exposed to different potions and learn how to help each other combat their effects. Tonks hadn’t done so well when she was the junior auror, but with Harry’s experience and level head, things were shaping up much better now that she was on the other side.
“Hooray for Tonks,” Harry repeated, smirking. “Should we move on to the next one now?”
“Let’s do it,” Tonks said, picking up the next unmarked box and peering at it. “This one’s got two doses and two vials.” Per the instructions, two doses meant that they were both meant to consume the potion at the same time and deal with it together. She handed Harry one of the vials and held onto the other herself. “Bottoms up.” They clinked vials together and swallowed their doses at the same time.
It took a few seconds for the potion to settle in, but once it did, Tonks gasped sharply.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered. “Lust potion.”
This was not a good potion for Tonks to be exposed to right now. She and Remus had been divorced for going on two years now, having come to the realization that they weren’t nearly as compatible as they’d seemed to be now that there wasn’t a war going on and the threat of imminent death looming over all of them. In the close to two years since her divorce, she’d gotten laid exactly never, unless she counted her semi-regular appointments with her drawer of sex toys. But there was no beating a real, honest to Merlin dick. The lust potion that flooded her system and made her entire body feel hot, when combined with her pre-existing sexual desires, was dangerous enough. And then there was the fact that the person she was trapped in here with, and thus the obvious target for her lust, was Harry. She still felt like a bit of a pervert for noticing how sexy he’d become as an adult. She hadn’t had any problem around him when they first met at his horrid aunt and uncle’s house. He was just a teenager then—a teenager who had already experienced far too much, but a teenager nonetheless.
Harry was all man now, though. He was 21 years old, and he’d grown into a very appealing package. There was an age gap between them, and there was the whole ethical dilemma about a senior auror and their junior partner hooking up that probably meant it wasn’t a good idea for her to notice how sexy he’d gotten. But she did notice, and with this lust potion influencing her, she didn’t know if she was going to be able to control herself. She would have to rely on Harry to get them through this. Hopefully, he’d be able to keep his head and stop them both from giving in to the potion’s influence. He had a knack for impressive magical feats, so why shouldn’t he be able to fight off a lust potion and keep his hands to himself? Tonks was already rubbing her thighs together and grabbing a breast through her auror robes, but she looked over at Harry, hopeful that she would find him faring better.
What she saw was Harry staring at her through narrowed eyes, sizing her body up and down like she was a piece of meat he was preparing to devour. He took a long stride toward her, and her eyes dropped to the prominent erection tenting his auror robes.
“We’re so fucked,” Tonks whispered, staring at Harry’s cock, already salivating as her mind filled with images of what that cock was going to do to her.
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If Tonks' head hadn't been so consumed by lust, heat, and pleasure, she would have been mortified at how loud and needy her moans were. What must Kingsley be thinking?! It was his job to monitor their test so he could see and hear everything that was happening inside the room. He was meant to get involved only if the test takers were experiencing an emergency that put them in immediate physical peril. Tonks being bent over and moaning like a needy slut while Harry rutted her from behind didn't qualify, even if she was probably going to want the ground to open up and swallow her whole once her head stopped spinning.
Tonks wasn’t thinking about her future embarrassment right now, though. All that was on her mind was the huge dick pushing in so deep and giving her what she’d been missing for almost two years. Fuck, she’d been missing out for way longer than that. She’d never taken a dick this big before, and Harry knew how to use his size, too. Tonks could feel his hips smacking against her ass and making it ripple as he slammed his huge cock deeper inside her than ever before, and her tits also shook and bounced from the intense fuck her younger partner gave her.
She was meant to be the one leading their auror partnership. She was seven years older than him, and he was her junior partner, freshly graduated from the auror training program and placed under her tutelage. Tonks should have been experienced enough to keep her head despite the lust the potion had filled her with so she could find some way out of this for both of them.
Instead, she was moaning and grunting shamelessly as her hung young partner fucked her like she’d never been fucked before. Harry had a firm hold on her spiky pink hair, and his free hand alternated between holding her hip, squeezing her arse, and spanking it. Tonks, who had always liked getting rough in the bedroom when she had a partner capable of keeping up, moaned even harder with Harry squeezing and slapping her arse. She used her metamorphmagus skills to make her arse even rounder and fatter than it had been before he bent her over, wanting Harry to keep spanking her. He groaned and started slapping her bum even more regularly, making Tonks squeal with delight. All the spanking, hair-pulling, and balls-deep thrusts pushed Tonks’ body to a climax that it had been waiting years for.
“Ohhh, fuck!" she shouted, rocking and shaking as her body exploded. Her metamorphmagus skills could sometimes trigger without a conscious thought from her when she was feeling a heightened sensation, whatever that sensation might be. It didn't always happen during an orgasm, but with one this powerful shooting through her, Tonks' body responded the only way it could. Her vaginal muscles morphed, shrinking and clenching around Harry’s cock tighter than an ordinary witch would ever be able to match. Harry grunted as he felt her muscles squeeze his cock, and within seconds, he was squeezing her fat arse with both hands and cumming deep inside her.
Once she reached the other side of her orgasm, Tonks realized that her head felt clearer than it had before. Her analytical side, honed by her training and experience, deduced that the potion’s effect had worn off, probably because he’d just cum inside her. But when Harry pushed down on her lower back to bend her over even more as he started to thrust again, she just moaned and let him have his way with her. The potion’s influence might be gone, but it was going to take a lot more to relieve Tonks of her horniness.
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“Fail," Kingsley said, looking at both of them. Now that they were showered, cleaned up, and fully dressed, it was time for them to receive their grade. Tonks just nodded, staring at her feet. She'd expected nothing less. What a ludicrous spectacle she must have made, squealing like a bitch as her junior partner bent her over, pulled her hair, and fucked her brains out.
“Understood,” Harry said, resigned. “We couldn’t contain ourselves once the lust potion was in our systems. I’m sorry you had to see that, Kingsley.”
“You didn’t fail because you fell victim to the lust potion,” Kingsley said, chuckling. Tonks looked up at him when she heard the amusement in his tone. “That is understandable, and you’re far from the first auror pairing to succumb to that potion when it’s used during the test. You failed because you kept going even after the initial release, when the potion was no longer influencing your actions. And then you went for a third time on top of the table. You’re lucky all of the vials were empty and nonbreakable, because the cost of replacing them would have come out of your salaries. As it is, you just have to deal with a failing score.”
“Right, right,” Tonks mumbled, looking at her superior apologetically. “Sorry you had to watch me acting like that, King. I couldn’t help it.”
“As I said, you two are far from the first pairing to lose themselves to the temptation of that potion,” Kingsley said. His lips quirked, and she could tell he was fighting back a laughing fit. “That being said, I really could have done without seeing you stick your tongue in Potter’s arse between the second and third round.”
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II. Investigating Malfoy Manor
“Remember, Harry. Stealth is key. If we disturb anything, it’s our arses on the line here.”
“Yes, I know,” Tonks’ junior auror partner of three months whispered back. He opened the door to the master bedroom of Malfoy Manor, peered inside, and carefully let himself in, motioning with his hand to let her know that all was clear. “Pretty sure you’re the one we need to worry about there, Tonks. Hell, you nearly tripped and fell flat on your face on our way in the front door.”
“Don't remind me." Tonks' whisper was bitter as she remembered the smirk on her dear cousin Draco's face when she stumbled on their way into the Manor. Harry had been there to catch her arm, hold her steady, and stop her from falling, thankfully, but the memory still chafed at her. She was supposed to be a veteran auror!
“In and out,” she whispered, shaking her head and focusing on the task at hand. “We’re not here to look through every last thing, trying to find something frivolous to report. Only big stuff matters.” Harry said nothing, which wasn’t a surprise. Tonks was the one who always talked during missions, whether to him or just to herself.
Officially, she and Harry were at Malfoy Manor tonight because the Malfoys were throwing an engagement party for Astoria’s older sister, Daphne. It was a lavish affair, and however little Draco might care for either his estranged cousin or the young man who he’d been at odds with since they were eleven, inviting them both to the party was the expected thing. If he’d failed to offer the invitation, and Harry and/or Tonks made that public knowledge, people would whisper about a formal feud between them, and rumors would spread.
The invitation presented the perfect opportunity for them to sneak away and investigate Draco’s home. There were rumors that Draco might be back up to his old ways, and she and Harry were here to investigate for proof that he might have some level of involvement with the fringe groups who continued to try and revive Voldemort’s cause, even with the Dark Lord himself dead (for real this time.) But they were investigating Draco’s home without the legal approval to do so. If they were caught, the Ministry would deny any knowledge of their actions, and she and Harry would bear the consequences on their own. They couldn’t mess this up. Finding something that incriminated Draco would be great, but priority number one was not getting caught. Above all, they couldn’t afford to--
“Shite!” Tonks grunted, flailing as she stumbled over a shoe that had been sticking out from beneath the bed, which she hadn't seen since she had been too focused on examining the bookcase along the wall. Harry was investigating on the other side of the bedroom and thus couldn't get to her in time to stop her from falling over and landing on her back with a thud.
“They definitely heard that thump downstairs,” Harry muttered, abandoning his observation and approaching her with hurried steps. “And after I went to the trouble of disabling the perimeter charm surrounding the room, too.”
“Sorry," she whispered, blushing as she took his hand and let him help her to her feet. There were anti-apparition charms that would prevent them from escaping. Even if they could escape that way, she and Harry would be noted for their absence, and it wouldn't be hard for the Malfoys to connect the dots. They were fucked, their jobs were in jeopardy, and it was all her fault.
“Someone’s gonna come in here and look,” Harry said. His hands went to Tonks’ shoulders and backed her up until her back hit the bookcase. She stared at him, confused and a little bit concerned. “But if we’re going to be caught either way, we might as well try and make them think that we weren’t in here because we were snooping around.”
One of Harry's hands shot beneath her dress and pulled her panties to the side, and the other unzipped his trousers and shoved them and his underwear down his legs, freeing his cock. Before Tonks knew it, Harry was inside her, fucking her up against the bookcase. He wasn't easing her in, either. Harry pounded her with rough, deep strokes right from the beginning. Maybe he could justify this swift and sudden hammering of her pussy with the logic that if they were going to get caught fucking instead of conducting an illegal investigation in Draco's room, it made more sense for them to already be going at it hard enough to create the loud thud that someone was probably on their way to investigate at that very moment. But even if it was her clumsiness that caused the entire ordeal, Harry was by no means going through the motions just to create an alibi. His idea was that it was better for them to get caught fucking without a care in the world, and he really was pounding her up against the bookcase with thrusts that fucked the breath from her lungs. Tonks’ arms flailed under the force of Harry’s rutting, and books got knocked off of the shelves and landed on the floor at her feet.
Her partner was stuffing her pussy so thoroughly that Tonks didn’t even hear the bedroom door open, but the loud, shocked gasp cut through the noise and caught Tonks’ attention. She turned her head to the side and saw Astoria Malfoy née Greengrass standing in the doorway, her hand on the knob and her mouth hanging open. Her wand was in her other hand, but she didn’t lift it from her side and point it at them. Tonks tried to look over Draco’s wife and see if anyone else was coming behind her, but the pretty blonde blocked her view. Tonks just whined as Harry’s thrusts continued, surrendering to the pleasure that the lady of the house could now plainly see. The decision to fuck her might have been a cover for her clumsiness, but the pleasure was certainly real.
“Hello, Mrs. Malfoy,” Harry said, looking at and talking to the woman in the doorway while continuing to fuck Tonks’ pussy and prove that the incredible sex they’d had while under the influence of the lust potion had not been a fluke. “Sorry, but Nymph and I couldn’t wait any longer. My auror partner’s a needy slut, and I know better than to try and make her wait.” Tonks whined for a different reason now. It was in her best interests to let Harry’s point stand, as embarrassing as it was, because Astoria thinking that she was a shameless slut who had to sneak away in the middle of a party and get fucked was better than drawing any suspicion to their illegal investigation. Even if she’d tried to argue that she wasn’t a slut for Harry’s dick, though, Astoria never would have believed her with how well he was fucking her and how pathetic her whimpers sounded.
“P-Potter,” Astoria stuttered. “Of all the outrageous behavior that—”
“Yeah, I know,” Harry said dismissively, cutting her off. “Sorry, Astoria. If you want, you can go tell Draco what you caught us doing, he can decide how he wants us to make things right, and we’ll take it from there.” As suddenly as Harry had been pounding her up against the bookcase, he pulled out of Tonks just as suddenly. While she slumped back and caught her breath, knocking more books to the floor, Harry turned to face Astoria fully. Draco’s wife gasped again, but her gasp wasn’t in response to the lack of respect they’d shown to her and Draco’s bedroom this time. Now, she was gasping because Harry’s erection was pointing straight at her. Tonks watched Astoria stare with wide eyes, and it reminded her of how she’d felt the first time she saw her partner’s dick. It seemed like a safe bet that Astoria hadn’t ever seen a dick bigger than this, just like her.
“Or maybe you need a little bit of excitement in your life, too,” Harry said, staring at Astoria even as she stared straight at his dick. “Maybe you could use a proper shag in this bedroom for a change. If so, you can send word to Draco that everything’s fine up here, close that door behind you, and let me show you why Tonks couldn’t wait.”
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Tonks was still leaning up against the bookcase with her panties pushed to the side, but it had been several minutes since she'd had Harry's cock inside her. She had to be content with her fingers right now because Harry was occupied elsewhere.
She couldn’t begrudge him that, though, because watching Harry rail Draco’s wife in his bed was so sexy that Tonks couldn’t take her eyes off of it. Astoria had taken Harry up on his offer, told Draco that a few of his books had fallen off of the bookcase, and volunteered to take as much time as she needed to make sure that they were all cleaned off and everything was in order again.
While Draco stayed downstairs and hosted the engagement party for his future daughter-in-law, his wife moaned like a whore as Harry fucked her on all fours in the middle of her bed. Astoria’s big tits bounced and nearly smacked her in the face from the force of Harry’s fucking, but his thrusts were hardly the only way in which Harry flexed his control in this encounter. His hands roamed Astoria’s body, sliding down her back, giving her pale arse a squeeze, and then slapping it hard enough to make her squeal. From there, he reached around to grope her bouncing breasts before his left hand dove between her legs and started strumming her clit.
Astoria was in heaven, and Tonks knew the feeling. She remembered well what it felt like to have Harry ravage her body during that test, fucking away over a year without sex and simultaneously showing her how fucking good sex could actually get. Presumably, a married woman like Astoria hadn't endured a long dry spell without sex like Tonks had. But her eagerness to tug off her dress and get down on all fours so Harry could fuck her like a bitch had been obvious, and she was moaning and squealing like this shag was every bit as earth-shattering for her as taking her partner’s dick had been for Tonks.
“I know you put up a silencing charm when you closed the door, but I don’t know your magical power, so I don’t know if your spell will be strong enough to stop the scream you’re about to make,” Harry said. “Which pillow is Draco’s?”
Astoria’s left arm wildly waved in that direction, so Harry grabbed that pillow and shoved it against her face. Draco’s wife bit down on his pillow and screamed into it as she came. It was a massive orgasm, too, battering Astoria’s body so hard that she wound up tugging the sheet up and peeling the corner back to reveal the mattress beneath.
Harry wasn't done with Draco's wife just because he'd made her cum, though. He kept pounding away at her pussy and rocking her body through her orgasm, and after it was over, he pulled Draco's pillow away from her and tossed it onto the floor. With that gone, he put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her face down into the bed. From Tonks' point of view, it seemed like Harry shagged Astoria even harder now. With her face down in the crumpled-up sheet and her arse sticking up high in the air, Lady Malfoy took what had to be the fiercest pounding she had ever or would ever receive in this bed. Tonks would have happily masturbated no matter who Harry was fucking like this in front of her, but knowing that he was making a cuckold of Draco by fucking his wife in his bed got Tonks’ fingers pumping faster in her pussy. It couldn’t have happened to a more deserving arsehole than her cousin.
“Gonna cum now, Astoria,” Harry grunted. “Gonna cum inside you.” However Astoria might feel about having a man other than her husband cum inside her, she was too busy squealing into the sheet to give a clear opinion. She kept right on squealing as Harry squeezed her arsecheeks with both hands and filled her with his cum. Tonks humped her fingers and whimpered while she watched Draco’s wife take the seed of the man he’d always considered his rival. Anyone with half a brain already knew that Harry was the better man, but seeing it proven in such a blatant way right in front of her was incredible to witness.
“I don’t think she’s ever going to be able to have sex with Draco in this bed again without remembering how much better I was,” Harry said, finally pulling out of Astoria and watching as she fell flat onto her belly. The pride was audible in his voice, and Tonks couldn’t blame him. Hell, she was proud of him, too, and all she’d done was watch.
Still on his knees, Harry looked over and noticed Tonks standing there watching with her hand between her legs. He laughed and shook his head.
“I don’t think I’m going to finish fucking you this time, Tonks,” he said. “It was your fuck up that got us in this situation to begin with. It worked out well, at least for me, but that doesn’t change how badly you botched our secret investigation.” Tonks whined, but she couldn’t argue. “Don’t worry, though. I’ll let you come over here and suck my dick.”
Maybe Tonks really was the needy slut Harry told Astoria she was. A needy slut would have come running to the bed when Harry patted it in invitation, and that was what Tonks did. She climbed onto the bed, crawled between Harry’s legs, and took his cock into her mouth for the first time.
Tonks would be lying if she tried to pretend that she hadn’t thought about sucking Harry’s cock in the three months since their test had ended with him fucking her harder and better than she’d ever been fucked before. She’d avoided initiating anything with him, but she hadn’t been able to get her memories of that test out of her mind. Tonks could vividly remember it all, and her body craved to feel it all again, to hell with whatever her mind had to say about the complications that came with fooling around with her junior auror partner.
There had been more than one night over the last few months where Tonks had closed her eyes and pictured sucking Harry's cock while she touched herself, and now she was blowing him for real. Now that she was there and it was happening, she didn't feel any hesitation over sucking off her junior partner. Tonks wanted to show him what she could do and how a metamorphmagus could use her unique talents to give him a blowjob like no other. When you could change the size and shape of your tongue as it slithered around your partner's cock and give your lips the perfect plumpness for a nice, wet suck while bobbing your head, you could make even a man like Harry moan and clench the sheet beneath him.
“Fuck, that’s it, Tonks,” Harry groaned. He grabbed her hair, a long, straight, sleek purple tonight, and gathered it into something resembling twin handlebars. “You were born for this. Your mouth was made for sucking cock, Nymph.”
Tonks had always hated her first name, and Harry shortening it to Nymph should have made her want to smack him. But right then, it caused heat to pool in Tonks’ belly and made her want to do even more to earn that slutty nickname. She was already doing a fine enough job of demonstrating the unique cock sucking abilities of a metamorphmagus, but now it was time for her to show her partner another neat trick he’d have a very hard time finding from anyone else.
Being a metamorph made deepthroating a cock a simple task, even a dick as large as Harry’s. But as she stuffed Harry’s length down her throat and held it there, she made use of her secret weapon. Her throat tightened around his cock, morphing itself to stimulate every inch of him and push him over the edge.
“Fucking hell!” He grunted and pulled on her hair hard. “Here it comes, Tonks! But don’t swallow it. Keep it in your mouth.”
Tonks was fully prepared to take all his cum down her throat, but he commanded, and she obeyed. She pulled his cock out of her throat and held just the tip in her mouth as he came hard. Not swallowing any of it wasn’t easy when he pumped so much seed into her mouth, but Tonks followed his order, even as her mouth ended up so full that her cheeks bulged. After he was finished, he pulled his cockhead out of her mouth and let go of her hair.
“Good girl,” he said, patting her head. “Now go snog Astoria and share that load with her.”
As the senior auror, Tonks really shouldn’t have been letting him boss her around so easily. But she acted automatically, crawling across the bed and hovering over Astoria. The lady of the house, still naked and relaxing on her back after her huge fuck, smiled and leaned up to put her arms around Tonks’ neck. Their mouths met in a kiss, and Tonks finally was able to share the massive load she’d received. Astoria moaned into her mouth and accepted her share, swallowing it eagerly.
Tonks would never have guessed that she would snog a Malfoy and feel happy about it, even Astoria, who was admittedly gorgeous, even if her decision to marry Draco put her intelligence in doubt. But as she made out with Draco's wife in Draco's bed and shared Harry’s load with the horny blonde, Tonks decided that breaking her ‘no Malfoy’ habit wasn’t so bad after all.
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III. Hard Deskwork
“I know it’s bloody boring, Harry,” Tonks said, shaking her head. “I don’t like doing paperwork any more than you do. But everybody’s gotta do it.”
“It’s a waste of time,” her partner said, frowning at his desk. “We could be out in the field right now, actually being useful instead of pushing parchment around our desks and filling out bloody forms. They should make the interns fill this shite out, not us.”
Privately, Tonks didn’t disagree about wishing that they could be in the field instead of filling out paperwork, and part of her did wish that they could have non-aurors or interns write up the reports. Fuck, she’d made a very similar argument herself when she’d been in his position a number of years earlier. But the system worked the way that it worked, and with the benefit of experience, she understood why it was set up this way. As boring as filling out paperwork was, it taught all aurors the value of being meticulous and thorough. Besides, no one could write about a mission or an investigation more accurately than the aurors who had carried it out.
“Like it or not, it’s gotta get done, mate,” she said. “And I’ve got to pick Teddy up from Remus’ flat earlier than usual today, so I’m gonna need you to handle some of mine, too.” Harry lifted his head and stared at her, eyes narrowed.
“No bloody chance of that,” he said. “I can barely stomach doing my own paperwork. Why the fuck should I do some of yours on top of it?”
“I’ll be really grateful?” Tonks tried. He snorted and shook his head. “Right. Should’ve known that wouldn’t work.” She sighed. “Fine. If you handle half of my paperwork today, I’ll handle all of your paperwork the next time we have investigation reports to file. Sound good?”
“No." Harry shook his head, but Tonks could see the wheels turning in his head as he glanced down at the pile of paperwork on his desk, deep in thought. He looked over at her desk next, seeing a stack that wasn't quite as significant as his but still daunting. When he looked back at her, she didn't see the flat refusal that she expected to see on his face. "But I'll make you a deal. I'll do all of the paperwork for this investigation and the next one, too." Tonks' eyes widened, but she knew that Harry wouldn't make such an offer for no reason. She wouldn't have, either, to be fair, because paperwork was boring as hell, and he'd just offered to handle a huge amount of it. He obviously had to have something in mind that he thought was worth taking all of that on.
His hand stretched out, reached around her waist, and slapped her on the arse. Tonks jumped and exhaled, but she couldn't say that she was all that surprised that his mind had gone in that direction. It hadn't even been two full months since their unsuccessful yet ultimately satisfying investigation at Malfoy Manor, and Tonks knew that her partner thought about that night about as often as she did. He'd stared at her body a bit too often while they were working shifts together, and his staring got even more blatant when they were back in the office, like today, when they could ditch their auror robes and wear more stylish and flattering clothes instead.
Not even an hour ago, she’d noticed him staring at her tits while she was bending over to rearrange the piles of paperwork on her desk. She hadn’t called him out on staring, though. Instead, she’d used her metamorph ability to make her tits bigger and tugged her shirt down as casually as she could, offering him an even better look at her cleavage in a shirt that had already offered up plenty of it. Harry Potter made her randy, and Tonks couldn’t pretend otherwise. She’d had enough self-respect not to initiate anything with him, but that was about as far as her pride as his senior partner could take her. It hadn’t stopped her from fantasizing about him, and it didn’t stop her from quickly getting wet once he reached out and spanked her now.
“I’ll do all that paperwork, but only if you crawl under my desk and suck my dick while I’m doing it,” he said. “That’ll give me all the motivation I need to get this stupid shite done.”
“You think with your dick, I swear,” Tonks said. “But getting out of two days’ worth of paperwork sounds worth a little sloppy sucking to me.” She dropped to her knees and crawled under his desk. “Besides, I’m pretty bloody good at it. But you already know that, don’t you?”
“Oh yeah,” Harry said as Tonks’ hand reached for his zipper. “That reminds me. No metamorph tricks this time. I want this blowjob to be all you. No cheating.”
"Most people ask to see my 'real' face, as if there is such a thing for a metamorphmagus," she said. She pulled his zipper down, reached into his trousers, and fished his cock out through the flap in his boxers. "Can't say I've ever been asked not to use my skills while sucking a bloke’s cock.”
“Now you have,” Harry said. “The point isn’t you getting me off as fast as you can.” His left hand reached beneath the desk and patted the top of her head. “The point is you worshiping my cock for as long as it takes me to finish the paperwork.”
“Hmm.” Tonks gripped his semi-hard cock and started pumping it in her hand. She gave the shaft a long lick. “And how do I know you won’t go as slow as you can just to keep me under the desk all day?”
“If you won’t cheat, I won’t, either,” Harry said. “You put in your best effort, and I’ll do the same. I swear it.” Tonks couldn’t see his face, but his voice was enough for her to believe him. Harry was a lot of things. He was impulsive, stubborn, he blew off paperwork, and he was horny as hell. But she did not believe that he’d lied to her once, and she didn’t think he was lying now, either.
“It’s a deal,” she said. She gave the tip of his cock a kiss, took it into her mouth, and started suckling. At the same time, she heard Harry’s quill begin to scratch away at his parchment. She was getting to work on his cock, and he was working on the paperwork, just like he’d sworn he would. Whatever else might be going on, they clearly trusted each other, as any good auror partners should.
Tonks heard Harry’s quill moving consistently as she suckled his tip and swirled her tongue around. Since he was holding up his end of the agreement, she made sure to honor hers as well. She nearly used her metamorphmagus skills out of reflex, but Harry’s stipulations were clear as crystal, and she had to remember to honor them. She just had to suck his cock the old-fashioned way.
“Good to know that you only use the morphing during blowjobs because you can, and not because you need to,” Harry said as Tonks bobbed her head on his cock. “You’ve definitely got the skill.”
She couldn't say thank you, so Tonks settled for humming around his dick and giving the base a squeeze. Tonks liked to use her ability to enhance sex rather than relying on it, so it wasn't like she was out of her element in blowing him without changing the length of her mouth or the thickness of her lips. She didn't need to morph her throat to take him all the way down, either. Tonks could deepthroat him all on her own, and she showed him that ability now. She heard Harry’s quill pause for several seconds as she held his dick down her throat, longer even than it had typically been pausing when he finished one form and moved on to the next. Tonks was proud of herself, but without the benefit of morphing her throat to more easily accommodate his size, she eventually had no choice but to pull his dick out of her mouth so she could catch her breath.
"That was impressive, Tonks," he said, patting her head again. His quill resumed writing while she caught her breath, which went to show his trust in her. He knew that she wasn't going to try and back out of their deal by staying like this any longer than she needed to, just as she trusted him to take the paperwork seriously and do a good job even though she was busy under his desk, and thus not able to watch his work.
Tonks went back to sucking his cock, and played with his balls while she was at it. She knew that her duty was to keep him entertained for as long as it took him to complete his paperwork and hers as well. Thinking about trying to make him cum quickly would have been counterproductive, so Tonks took her time and focused on worshiping her junior partner’s cock without any haste to get him off. Since the path to his orgasm wasn't her goal, she played around and amused herself by trying out different things. She would sometimes pull Harry's cock out of her mouth and rub it against her face for a bit or slap her cheek with it. Then she'd slowly lick along his shaft and kiss his balls. There were a number of things Tonks had daydreamed about doing with her mouth on Harry's cock and balls over the last several months, and she got to try out several of them while she worked under his desk and he worked on the paperwork.
"Done with my stack," Harry announced. "Now, I've just got yours to take care of." He summoned her stack of paperwork over to his desk, and Tonks rewarded him by taking one of his balls in her mouth. She was still sucking his ball when a knock on their shared office door made her jump, though thankfully, her surprise wasn't so great that she did anything to hurt Harry with one of his nuts in her mouth.
“Who is it?” he asked. That he sounded so composed was a testament to his training and skill as an auror, capable of staying calm no matter what happened around him.
“It’s me, Harry.” Tonks gasped around the ball in her mouth. Hermione Granger was not someone that Tonks wanted around right now. That girl was far too smart, as evidenced by her unprecedented rise to the Deputy Head position in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. It was unheard of for anyone to reach such an important position as young as Hermione had, but she had earned that recent promotion. With this woman's smarts and how well she knew Harry, Tonks could think of few people she wouldn't have chosen to knock on that door instead of her.
“Do you need something, Hermione?” Harry asked. “I’m neck-deep in paperwork in here.”
“You probably wouldn’t have so much paperwork to take care of if you’d work on it promptly rather than procrastinating,” Hermione said, sounding unimpressed. “But yes, Harry, I do need something, and it’s rather time-sensitive. Can I open the door?”
“Fine, then,” Harry said. A moment later, Tonks heard the door open, and she was officially stuck in the position of having Harry’s ball in her mouth while Hermione stood at the door and looked into their office. She wasn’t sure what she should do. Obviously, there was no time to try and crawl out from under his desk and return to sit at hers, so she was going to have to stay on her knees at his feet. But should she pause? Should she take Harry’s nut out of her mouth and wait for Hermione to leave before she resumed her cock worship?
“I’ve just come from talking with Minister Shacklebolt, and—you’re going to keep doing your paperwork while we’re talking, Harry?” Hermione said.
“Yeah, I am,” he said. “I have a lot to get done, and I’m not going to stop now.” He gave Tonks’ head a meaningful pat, making his point clear. Tonks spat his ball out of her mouth as quietly as she could and took his dick back between her lips. If he wanted her to keep going while he talked to Hermione, so be it. She’d never been one to back down from a challenge.
“Fine,” Hermione said. “Where is Tonks, by the way?” The metamorph in question paused with Harry’s dick halfway in her mouth, hoping that he wouldn’t say anything that worked against her.
“Oh, she’s just taking a bit of a break away from her desk,” Harry said casually, still writing away as the woman being discussed bobbed her head on his cock as quietly as she could. “She said something about needing to get off her feet.” Tonks rolled her eyes and gave Harry’s balls a little squeeze.
“I see.” After a pause, Hermione cleared her throat, coincidentally at the same time that Tonks took Harry’s cock back into hers. “Kingsley asked me to assemble a task force to look into the rumors surrounding the Voldemort sympathizers who have been popping up recently. I want you on the squad.”
“I’m in, of course,” Harry said. “That sounds loads better than sitting around here doing paperwork.”
“I thought you’d agree,” Hermione said. “We start in two days.”
“I’ll be there,” Harry said. His quill stopped. “And hopefully I won’t have any more paperwork to deal with, considering how long it took me to get through all of this.” Tonks nearly gasped around Harry’s cock when she heard him say that. He’d gotten through his paperwork and hers in this amount of time? That was a record for him! Hell, she couldn’t have gotten through that much paperwork so quickly either, and she had years of practice.
“You should know by now that there’s no end to paperwork,” Hermione said. “There will be another stack on your desk by the morning, waiting for you to fill out.” Harry sighed, but Tonks wasn’t sure if it was because of Hermione’s wisdom or her lips corkscrewing along his cock.
“I hate that you’re right,” Harry groaned.
“Oh, before I go, I’d like Tonks to join us on the task force, too,” Hermione said. “Could you ask her for me, whenever she comes back to her desk?”
“I’ll be sure to do that,” Harry said, sounding completely calm even as he put a hand on the back of Tonks’ head and pushed her down until his balls touched her chin.
“Great,” Hermione said. “There’s just one more thing, then. Orgasmus Instantaneus!”
Harry hissed in surprise and instantly began cumming down Tonks’ throat. She was caught by such surprise that she couldn’t hope to take his cum down her throat, and whether she was still honoring her agreement with Harry on some level or simply didn’t think to rely on her metamorph skills in her surprise, she lost his load and had it spill out of her mouth and down her face.
A pair of hands grabbed her hair, medium-length and black today, and pulled her head back firmly, forcing her mouth off of Harry’s cock. The last spurts of his load sprayed Tonks across the face, and with his fresh cum dripping down her cheek, her head was turned so she was on her knees and looking up at Hermione Granger.
“Your blowjobs aren’t as quiet as you might think they are,” the brunette said. “What do you say, Tonks? Are you willing to join the task force?” Tonks would have agreed anyway, but even if she hadn’t wanted to, she was in no position to refuse Hermione anything right now. She simply nodded up at her. “Brilliant.”
“I don’t care what you and your partner get up to, Harry, but keep it out of the office,” Hermione said as she let go of Tonks’ hair. She turned to look at Harry. “I know we’re friends, but I’m your superior now. I won’t say anything this time, but next time, I will.”
"Got it," Harry said. "Next time Tonks blows me, I promise we won’t be in the office.”
“Good.” Hermione snorted. “Do that. And maybe send me an owl next time Tonks is handing out oral favors. You know I’m always up for a good time, Harry—as long as it doesn’t happen at work.”
--
IV. Mistaken Matrimony
For the second time in her life, Tonks stood across from a man and smiled as she said her wedding vows. Ironically, despite being fake, this second ‘wedding’ was much more lavish and had several times as many guests as her real wedding with Remus.
Her real wedding had taken place right as war was breaking out, and neither she nor Remus had much money, so they had neither the time nor the budget to plan something grand for their ceremony. They'd simply wanted to be wed as soon as possible, never knowing if each day might be their last. In contrast, her 'wedding' with Harry had been in the works for several months. The investigation carried out by Hermione's task force, with Harry and Tonks serving as pivotal boots on the ground, had uncovered a far larger and more expansive web than any of them would have guessed when they first started. Infiltrating the underground group was no easy task, though. Whoever this mysterious 'Songbird’ who headed up the whole thing was, they were extremely careful about who they trusted and took into their confidence.
Unearthing the tiny scraps of information that had led them here to this beautiful island resort in Jamaica was the result of hard work, diligent investigation, ingenuity, and more than a bit of luck. Finding this location had still been significantly easier than gaining access to it, though. The resort had strong wards surrounding it that kept anyone from apparating in or out. Breaking in through brute force would only have alerted Songbird and sent them fleeing to a new location, and there was no telling how long it would take to find them there if they found them at all. Something told Tonks that Songbird would be even more cautious next time after being tracked down here.
They only had one chance at this. Breaking or sneaking in hadn't been an option. The only way for any of them to reach the resort was to book a destination wedding there, and that wasn't easy to do with how selective the choosing process was. The DMLE had sunk a significant percentage of its yearly budget into booking this resort for them when the opportunity arose. Hence the wedding itself being far more lavish than her rushed, low-key ceremony with Remus nearly four years earlier.
Tonks was such a clear choice for this undercover mission that they hadn't even needed to discuss it. In addition to the stellar track record that she and Harry had put together over their first year as auror partners, she could change her appearance to whatever suited her fancy. With her coming, Harry, her auror partner who was also a half-blood who’d grown up in the muggle world, was the obvious option to accompany her and take part in the ceremony as her ‘husband.’ She wasn’t getting married as Nymphadora Tonks; she was Natalie White, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed muggle woman who didn’t know a thing about the magical world. Tonks wore a white muggle wedding dress that was probably worth as much as she would make in a year on her auror’s salary. She did her best to get into character and convince everyone that was watching, hopefully including Songbird, that she was a naive woman from American high society, elated to marry the man she loved.
Love wasn’t the word she would use to describe what she felt for Harry Potter, but he was definitely a very important part of her life. He already had been, even before he started his auror training. Harry was a very involved godfather, and his godson loved him. Teddy nearly always greeted his arrival with a big smile and a switch to hair the same messy black as his godfather’s.
That familiar black hair wasn’t there as she held his hands and listened to him recite his vows to her. He wasn’t Harry Potter; he was James Hill, a man with short brown hair, brown eyes (contacts), and no signature lightning bolt scar on his forehead (thanks to some makeup carefully applied to his face.) He was a half-blood British businessman who was seemingly on the level but with a hint of mystery surrounding him if you dug deep enough. The Ministry had carefully built an identity for him, hoping that he would intrigue Songbird and earn an overture from her while they were at this resort.
His face might physically appear different, but Tonks could never mistake that look in his eyes. She knew Harry Potter too damn well not to recognize him, and it was all too easy to get lost in those eyes, no matter what color they were. While projecting an outward giddy excitement, Tonks continuously reminded herself that this wasn't real and it didn't mean anything.
Real or not, feeling Harry’s arms come around her waist and pull her into a kiss as they were pronounced man and wife made Tonks’ stomach do flips. She closed her eyes, put her arms around him, and kissed him back, leaning into the confusing feelings that colored her relationship with her auror partner and semi-regular fuck buddy and using them to sell the happiness of Natalie White upon marrying James Hill.
--
“Ready for this, Natalie?” Harry whispered, smirking at her.
"Shut up, you idiot," Tonks whispered back, fighting off a blush. She was still in her wedding dress, and he was carrying her in his arms, bridal style. Their act was almost over. Any guests that might be watching them from any vantage point were about to lose sight of them because Harry was two steps away from carrying her into their suite. Once that door closed behind them, their performance would be over, at least for the day. They’d slip back into the roles of Natalie White and James Hill once they left the suite in the morning, but once they were inside their suite, the act was finished for the night. Tonks would be able to take off her wedding dress and stop pretending that she’d just married the love of her life. For a moment, she felt reluctant to cross that threshold, though she pushed that thought away quickly. Best not to go down that road or examine her feelings too closely. She and Harry had a good thing going as auror partners and friends who semi-frequently fucked each other. Looking at it too closely might upset the delicate balance.
“In we go, then,” Harry said. He pushed the door open fully and carried her inside the suite.
The moment they entered the suite, Tonks knew that something had gone wrong. Harry's face shifted before her eyes. His brown hair, dyed and flattened, changed to his familiar messy black as easily as if he was a metamorph, too. The contacts in his eyes disappeared, too, and it was Harry's familiar green eyes looking down into hers. Those eyes were wide with surprise and also with something else that she recognized. He could feel the instant change, too.
Harry’s appearance reverting was far from the most significant change that had happened the moment they stepped into their suite. Before entering, Tonks had been trying to ignore the strange feeling in her belly that made her wish Harry would carry her bridal style a little bit longer. Maybe there had been some arousal there, too; some thought that she and her partner/sex friend might celebrate their successful wedding performance by making use of the suite to fool around.
Having sex with Harry was no longer a thought, though. It was now an imperative, an all-consuming desire that had her hands tugging on his tuxedo immediately in her desperation to get him naked. This wasn't simple horniness. She needed to fuck Harry, and she needed him to cum inside her. She needed him to cum inside her again, and again, and again. Her body demanded his seed; it demanded to be bred by him, and she wasn't going to rest until he'd knocked her up.
Seeing Harry’s flushed face, hearing him groan, and feeling his hands hold her body tighter, Tonks could tell that he was feeling it, too.
“Something went wrong,” he said hoarsely, kicking the door closed behind them and walking her over toward the bed.
“Yep,” Tonks agreed, licking her lips. She wasn’t sure exactly how it had happened. Maybe they’d overestimated the binding nature of the marriage vows because performing the ceremony under their assumed identities theoretically should have kept it from being real. Maybe the ceremony conducted on this resort differed enough from the one she was used to from her past that all of their planning had been for naught. Maybe they’d done everything right, hadn’t overlooked any details, and their magic had simply ignored their pretend vows and made the whole thing real regardless of what names they used.
However they'd gotten to this point, her fake wedding with Harry wasn't fake after all. They'd just gotten married for real. And that wasn't all. The second they entered this suite, magic had taken over, demanding that they not just consummate their marriage but that they focus on him breeding her. It wasn't a thought, a wish, or a desire. It was a need, and to Tonks, it felt several times more powerful than the lust potion she'd consumed right before she and Harry fucked for the first time. Was that because whatever magic was at work here was that much more powerful than the potion, or was Tonks more susceptible to its effect because of everything she and Harry had gotten up to together over this last year?
Ultimately, none of it mattered to Tonks, especially not right now. She couldn't focus enough to think about what had caused the fake ceremony to turn real, and she didn’t want to question what was going to happen once the charm wore off, whenever that happened. All Tonks wanted right now was to consummate this marriage and feel her husband’s cum inside her.
They could talk later. For now, Tonks reached up, grabbed Harry’s hair, and kissed him hard.
--
Tonks was already well aware of how hard Harry could fuck. How could she not be, after all they’d done together already? But there was a very different feeling in the air as he fucked her now. Harry was an incredible fuck, and she’d gotten used to him rocking her world every time they shagged. This was the first time he’d ever fucked her with the intent to breed her, though, and that made all the difference in the world.
She didn't have a clear view of Harry's face right now because she was on her back with her legs pulled in the air, and the skirt of her wedding dress was partially blocking her view. She didn't need to see Harry's face to tell how impatient he was to breed her, though. Every massive thrust that he gave her said all that needed to be said about his purpose here. Pounding her pussy like this obviously felt good for him, but feeling good was not what this was about. The reason that Harry was driving his cock into her with such unrelenting speed and force was that his magic demanded that he pump her full of seed as soon as possible, and he obeyed that biological command by pulling her legs up in the air fucking her harder than he ever had before.
This wasn’t their first go of the night, but the brief fuck with her bent over the bed while he pounded her from behind was only the beginning. He’d torn her dress a bit in his haste to get it above her arse so he could start pumping her during the first round, and the tear was bigger now after he’d pushed her down on the bed so he could throw her legs up and fuck her from his knees.
Tonks didn’t give a shit about the dress. The Ministry paid for it anyway, but even if it had been her money, the overpowering need to get bred would still have been the only thing on Tonks’ mind.
“Fuck!" she shouted, her voice loud enough that he could hear her clearly, even over all the noise being made by the shaking bed and their bodies smacking together. "Fucking do it, Harry! Fucking cum in me! Breed me, breed me, breed me!”
Her body responded to the repeated pounding with a massive surge of pleasure as she came, but Tonks' mind wasn't even concerned with the big climaxes she could rely on any time Harry was fucking her. She, just like him, was consumed with the need to breed. What made her happiest wasn't the pleasure racing through her body but the thick load of cum that Harry filled her with moments later. It was her second huge creampie of the night, but far from her last. If she hadn’t already known that her wedding night had barely even begun, Harry immediately bending her legs back even more, not stopping until her feet were almost touching her head, would have made it obvious.
--
“So good," Tonks mumbled, rubbing Harry's sweaty chest with something approaching delirium as she rode his cock. How many times had he fucked her and cum inside her now? At least a half dozen, without a doubt. Were they at ten times already? More, even?
Tonks didn’t know. She knew that her dress was ripped up badly, her body was covered in sweat and some cum as well, her muscles ached, and he’d cum inside her so much that it was dripping all over the place. But her ache, her tiredness, and the cum dripping all over the place were not going to stop her from doing what she was here for. They were meant to breed, to consummate, to fuck all night into she had been seeded, and that task was too important to let a silly thing like muscle soreness get in the way.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Her voice was practically gone, and she couldn’t feel her legs, but that didn’t stop her from bouncing away on his cock. Despite the ache in her muscles and the burn in her lungs, she rode Harry hard enough to make her arse smack against his thighs. Her wedding dress swished around her, and Harry reached up and pawed at it so he could grope her tits while she bounced on him. Tonks heard a rip, but she just smiled, happy that he wanted her.
“Squeeze them!” she moaned. “They’re yours! Play with them!” Tonks grew her breasts several sizes, giving him even more to squeeze while she bounced on his cock. She would do anything to make him cum inside her. She needed him to knock her up!
She threw her head back and let out a weak yet joyful laugh as she felt him squeeze her tits hard and shoot his cum inside her once again. Whether it was the 9 th , 10 th , or 20 th time that she'd taken his seed tonight, Tonks didn't know and didn't care. She needed it. She needed all of it, as much as he could give her, and then more on top of that.
Another thick load filled her now as well, but it wasn’t enough to sate her appetite for semen. Her body demanded more, and she would have it. That same body was unfortunately giving out on her, though. She sat impaled on Harry’s cock after he’d finished cumming, whining as she tried to convince her body to move. She needed to keep going! But her legs felt like lead, and trying to force her body to listen to her and start riding again was proving to be an impossible task, no matter how much she needed it.
Harry solved that problem for her, though. He moved his hands from her breasts to her hips and rolled them over, pinning Tonks to the bed and promptly taking over, hammering her pussy with deep thrusts and moving them straight from the end of one creampie onto the road to the next.
--
Tonks struggled to breathe; she struggled to see; she struggled to think. She was pretty sure she'd never sweated this much in her life; her body was sore as hell, her dress had too many rips and tears to count, and whatever that number might be, it was probably still lower than the number of times Harry had cum inside her tonight. They'd gone through just about every conceivable sex position and some other positions she would never have thought of if Harry hadn't bent and pulled her into them. By all rights, she should have needed a stamina potion to keep going, and she sure as fuck shouldn't have been in the mood for even more sex.
But there she was, groaning with delirious happiness as Harry fucked her from the side. Her dress was pushed up out of the way so he could squeeze her breast with one hand and stick a finger in her mouth with the other. Tonks sucked on that finger lazily and closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of her man having his way with her body.
Harry pulled his finger out of her mouth and brought his hand down to cup her jaw. “Ready for me to make you a mum again, Nymph?” he asked, breathing directly into her ear. Tonks whimpered and gasped. Though she would have sworn she was incapable of speech moments earlier, Harry’s question brought her back to life.
“Yes!” she gasped. “Yes, please! Please knock me up, Harry! Please, daddy! Make yourself a daddy!”
She’d never called him ‘daddy’ before, in any context, but it seemed to appeal to him on a deep level now. He growled and rolled her over onto her belly before thrusting right back into her, slamming his cock in deep and fucking her with such strength that she wound up face-down, squealing into the mattress as he pounded her.
There was no more dirty talk from her, and even if she’d had the ability to try, Harry probably wouldn’t have been able to understand it while he was fucking her prone body into the mattress. It was doubtful that he cared anyway because now that she'd begged her 'daddy' to become a daddy for real, he was fucking her with even greater purpose than he had been before. He kept her face pressed into the mattress and railed her cunt with massive thrusts that clapped against her bum, rocked the bed beneath her, and made Tonks' body physically bounce from all the shaking and impact.
Tonks hit what had to be at least her sixth or seventh orgasm of the night, but as good as that felt, it was Harry shoving his cock back in all the way, holding it there, and filling her with his thick seed yet again that really made her whimper joyfully into the mattress.
Calling a man 'daddy' as part of sexual play had never even popped up in Tonks' mind before now, and she was glad it hadn't. This kind of talk was best reserved for the man capable of turning it into a reality. He didn't have to play at being 'daddy' because he was going to earn that title for real, no matter how many rounds it took him to breed her.
--
“Hey, you.” Tonks smiled down at Harry as she watched her auror partner-turned-husband slowly start to wake. “Good morning.” She’d already been holding his glasses, ready to give them to him when he woke up, and she held them out to him now.
“Morning,” Harry mumbled sleepily in reply, taking the glasses and slipping them on. After a few seconds, his eyes shot open wider. He stared at her for a few seconds and then sat up straight in bed.
“You’re remembering what happened last night, then,” she said. “I’ve gotta hand it to you, Harry. You’re remembering faster than I did.” She smirked at him and shrugged. “Then again, you didn’t spend the whole night getting your brains shagged out, so I guess I shouldn’t be too hard on myself.”
“It really happened,” Harry said, looking away. “We actually got married.”
"We did," Tonks said simply. She still wasn't sure what had gone wrong or why, but that was not the most important question to consider right now. "I'm sure it wouldn't be too hard for us to get it annulled once we're back home, if that's what you want to do." Tonks took care to keep her voice neutral and not reveal anything about how she felt about that idea. She didn't want to influence Harry into anything here, one way or the other. She wanted him to make his own decision about what came next and where they went from here.
“I came inside you...fuck, I don’t even know how many times I came inside you,” he pointed out.
"I don't know, either," she said. "Far too many times to count, especially since I lived through them all." She snorted and rubbed her leg, drawing both their attention to the several large rips along the bottom of her wedding dress and the cum staining it. "Pretty sure every muscle in my body is sore, though. I have sore muscles in places where I didn't even know I had muscles.”
“There’s a good chance you’re pregnant,” Harry said, looking back at her again. There was a hesitant look in his eyes that she wasn’t used to seeing from him. He was normally so confident these days, especially around her.
“Probably, yeah,” Tonks agreed. “I haven’t taken a potion recently or anything. And even if I had, I’m pretty sure that same charm that brought back your real hair and your real eyes would have negated it.” She ran a hand along Harry’s bare chest, smiling at the memory of running her hands all over him while bouncing on his cock the previous night. “Seems like magic wanted us to be married for real, and it wanted you to knock me up, too.”
Harry looked at her for a long while, and Tonks looked back at him, showing him that she was not angry, dismayed, nervous, or anything else. She hadn't planned on what had happened any more than he had. But she wasn't upset about the way things had gone. Tonks had enough time on her own in the morning before Harry woke up to think about what had happened, how she felt about it, and what she wanted to happen next. The only question that remained for her was what Harry wanted.
“How are you feeling about all of this?” he finally asked her. “What do you want to do?”
“What do I want to do?” Tonks repeated. Harry nodded at her, waiting to hear her answer. “I want to climb back on top of my husband and make absolutely sure that Teddy gets to be a big brother in nine months. When we wrap things up here with Songbird and go home, I want to tell him that ‘Uncle Harry’ isn’t just his godfather anymore, but now his stepdad, too.” Tonks stopped rubbing Harry’s chest and brought both hands to his cheeks instead. “But that’s not just my call to make. What about you, partner? What do you want to do?”
The smile that came to Harry's face when she mentioned going another round to make sure Teddy got a little brother or sister got even bigger when she got to the part where he went from being Teddy's godfather to his stepfather, so Tonks was pretty confident about his answer without him needing to say anything. As it turned out, he didn't actually say anything anyway. Harry answered her not by speaking but by reaching out to grab her and pull her on top of him as he went onto his back.
As she straddled his hips and moved into position to take his cock back inside her pussy yet again, Tonks caught her reflection for the first time in the large mirror on the wall. She had to laugh when she saw herself, pink hair sticking up every which way, and what remained of her expensive wedding dress ripped and covered in cum, as was her face, legs, breasts, and every other part of her body that had been exposed throughout the night as her husband bred her and ruined her. She looked like a bride straight out of a porno.
As Tonks sank back down onto Harry's dick slowly, making them both groan, she decided that the mess and filth fit them perfectly. Their path here had started not with a date or a confession of feelings but with them both overtaken by the lust potion and unable to stop themselves from doing unspeakable things to each other that Kingsley would surely like to forget. Why shouldn't they get married by accident and have her sore, covered with cum, and almost certainly knocked up before they even had a chance to talk?