Hogwarts Adventure (Ch. 31) (Patreon)

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Hogwarts Adventure

Chapter 31

The sun hadn’t even come up yet, and Tonks was already awake. She was sitting on Harry’s lap, riding his cock and taking every bit of pleasure she could before having to leave for work. She leaned back and braced her hands on his legs, and she arched her back so her chest pushed forward every time her hips rose and fell. Her breasts bounced each time she dropped on his cock, and the heavy curves of her tits moved with her. They rose up when she lifted, and bounced down when she dropped. They shook and jiggled when she ground hard into his lap. Harry watched them the whole time. Her tits were fuller than most. This was her natural size, though as a Metamorphmagus, she could change that on a whim. They were pale, round, and shiny with sweat, and her skin was smooth and creamy. 

Her nipples were incredibly hard, and each stiff tip jutted away from her flushed pink areolas. The pink contrasted against her pale skin, and every time Harry’s cock stretched her open, they seemed to get even stiffer. The tips were puckered, crinkled, and tight, and they practically demanded his attention. Harry reached up and slid his hands under the soft weight of her tits, and he squeezed them together before letting go and watching them spring apart. He flicked her nipples with his thumbs, and he liked the way they snapped right back. He rolled them between his fingers until her face twisted with pleasure.

She leaned forward and planted her palms on his chest, and she pinned him with a hungry stare. Her hips never stopped, and even while she shifted her weight, she kept riding him slowly. Her thighs squeezed against his hips with every push, making sure he stayed right where she wanted him. Harry met her eyes, then leaned up and took one of her tits into his mouth. He sucked hungrily and swirled his tongue around the stiff pink nub, and Tonks shuddered and moaned loud enough to be heard in the hallway. His teeth gently grazed the peak, and she gasped and arched her back so her breast filled even more of his mouth.

Her hair was a mess that morning. It constantly flashed through a rainbow of colors, and it even changed length on a few occasions. Every time she rolled her hips, her breasts pressed into his face or brushed his cheeks. Tonks then grabbed the back of his head, pulled his face right between her pillowy tits, and shook her chest back and forth, motorboating his face. He kept moving from one nipple to the other, licking, sucking, and making sure each got enough of his attention. Her tits were so sensitive she could barely stay quiet. She dug her nails into his shoulders and let her head fall back. Her eyes closed, her mouth stayed open, and she panted with every bounce. Her nipples were so hard they looked like they could cut glass, and Harry’s tongue never left them alone.

“Holy hell, Harry … yes, right there,” she moaned, and she rode him faster and ground her clit against his skin. Her tits heaved with each breath, and the pink tips of her nipples grew darker and more crinkled while he worked them with his tongue. She reached down, grabbed the sides of his face, and she forced his mouth harder against her chest, as if she needed him to take every inch of her breasts.

He sucked hard, then licked upward and wiggled the tip of his tongue against her crinkled tip. That made her pussy clench around him, and she bucked wildly on his lap and drove his cock deeper. He let go of her nipple with an audible pop, then looked up at her. He grinned and slid his hands around to her ass, and he pulled her down harder onto his cock.

Tonks yelped and then laughed, and her whole body shook with pleasure. She pushed her chest forward again, eager for more, and Harry couldn’t resist burying his face between her tits again. He licked and kissed the soft flesh, then went back to her nipples. They were rock-hard, and his tongue traced every ridge and bump. He loved the way his tongue could make her whole body tremble. 

She writhed in his lap, her breasts bounced, and her nipples never softened for even a second. The harder she rode him, the more her tits jiggled and swayed, and sometimes they slapped lightly against his cheeks or chest when her pace got wild. Sweat beaded in her cleavage and trickled down the curves, and Harry licked it up like he was starving for her.

Her areolas were about the size of a galleon … neither too big nor too small, and they were perfectly round. Each was a dusky pink circle around the stiff, aching tip. The nipples themselves were so swollen they looked almost painful, and Harry switched between sucking and licking them with expert skill. He could feel her pussy tighten every time he did, and the noises she made told him everything. Her breathing was ragged, and she was getting closer with every minute that passed. 

Tonks slowed her hips just long enough to let her tits rest against his cheeks. She smiled down at him, looking flushed and heated, and then she used her hands to squeeze them together. She pressed them against his face until he groaned, and then she guided one swollen nipple right between his lips. He sucked greedily until she nearly screamed, and a fresh rush of wetness soaked his cock.

Her breasts were still bouncing as he sucked, and her nipples were so hard they looked like they might never soften. Harry’s hands roamed over her curves, and he squeezed her tits, pinched her nipples, and sometimes he even smacked the underside of her breasts so they bounced more. Tonks loved it. She ground her hips even harder and fucked herself on his cock until the mattress squeaked under them.

Her tits were the center of everything. They were impossible to ignore, and she wanted him obsessed with them. She used her powers to make them as perfect as humanly possible. Her chest was where all the sensations gathered, and her nipples were the most sensitive of all. They were so hard and crinkled that each brush of his tongue or finger sent a jolt straight to her pussy. He’d never seen anyone get off so much on having her tits played with, and he kept her on edge, switching soft licks for hard wet sucks and the occasional graze of his teeth.

Tonks never stopped moaning. Each time Harry changed his rhythm or moved to the other nipple, she gasped, begged, and ground on him faster. Sometimes she squeezed her own tits together and stroked them, making a show of how much she loved the attention. Sometimes she just shoved her chest into his face and let him have his way. Every bounce, wobble, and heaving breath only made her want him more.

It wasn’t long before she was close to cumming. She rolled her hips in a figure eight pattern, and her tits jiggled wonderfully. Her nipples were so swollen they looked ready to burst. “Suck on them harder,” she gasped, and Harry did just that. He grabbed her tits with both hands and worked them with his mouth and fingers, and the harder he played with her nipples, the more her pussy clenched around him.

When she finally came, she shuddered and clamped down on his cock like a vice. Her whole body seized up, her tits quivered with every spasm, and her nipples grew even pinker as the orgasm tore through her. She rode him through the high and milked his cock until he had no choice but to empty inside her. When she finally eased down, her chest was heaving, and her nipples were still rock-hard and wet from his mouth.

Tonks collapsed on top of him and let out a shaky laugh. His cock was still buried balls deep in her fluttering, contracting pussy. Harry caressed her ass, spread her cheeks, and massaged her puckering asshole, making Tonks mewl cutely while peppering his chest and neck with soft kisses. Just then, her bedroom door creaked open, and from the darkened hall, Harry saw Andromeda enter. 

Andromeda walked into the room like she owned it, which, technically, she did. It was her house after all. She was wearing a thin pink silk nightie, and the hem barely reached the tops of her thighs. The neckline was cut so low that her heavy tits looked ready to spill out if she moved too fast. Andromeda was barefoot, and her bare legs were quite toned for a woman in her forties. Even in the low light, Harry could see how pale her skin was and how the fabric clung to her with every step. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and she clearly wasn’t wearing anything underneath either, because her mound was smooth and bare. The flushed lips of her bald pussy peeked out under the hem as she walked. Her sex appeal was so obvious that Tonks paused for a second and looked up at her with flushed cheeks.

Andromeda looked at them, and she wasn’t surprised in the least to see the two of them in bed together. Her eyes went from Tonks, who was still grinding on him, to Harry’s cock, which was still buried inside her. Her eyes moved to Tonks’s hair, which was still cycling through multiple bright colors. She then looked back to Harry, whose hands were still gripping Tonks’s ass. Her eyes zoomed in on the finger that was gently circling Tonks’s tight, puckered hole. Andromeda’s mouth curled into a sly smile. She adjusted the straps of her nightie so even more of her tits threatened to spill free, and she leaned on the doorframe with her arms crossed just under her chest, which pushed her breasts together.

Tonks didn’t slow down at all. If anything, she ground her hips harder, and she made sure Andromeda could see exactly how much cock she was taking. “I didn’t know you were up this early,” she breathily stated. Tonks then pushed herself back into a sitting position, where she began to ride Harry’s cock again. 

Andromeda lifted an eyebrow, and her eyes stayed fixed on the place where Harry and Tonks were joined. The base of his cock was slathered in thick, white pussy cream. “I heard the bedsprings groaning. You’re going to break the frame if you keep at it like that.” She uncrossed her arms and walked closer. The silk swayed around her hips, and every step made her breasts wobble. She stopped at the foot of the bed, so Harry had a clear view of her curves and of Tonks’s bouncing tits.

Tonks snorted and leaned forward, and she planted her hands on Harry’s chest and arched her back so her breasts stuck out even more. She wanted Harry’s eyes on her body. Her hair turned bright pink, and she shook her chest like she was putting on a show for them both. “Sorry, I can’t hear you over the sound of Harry’s moans,” she teased, giggling. Her nipples were still rock hard, and every thrust brushed them right against Harry’s face.

Andromeda rolled her eyes, but the sly smile never left her mouth. “You have a job to get to, dear,” she said. “I suggest you wrap this up so you can get ready.” She ran a finger along the silk over her breast and toyed with the fabric while she watched Harry’s cock get swallowed with every slow grind of Tonks’s hips. “Unless you’re planning to Apparate to work with him still inside you. Though I suppose that’s possible, I wouldn’t suggest it.”

Harry tried to play it cool, but he couldn’t. Andromeda’s bare pussy was right there in front of his face, and her tits were straining the nightie. She was watching him without any shame. His cock throbbed inside Tonks, and she felt it right away and started riding him a little faster. The two women stared each other down, and a silent challenge passed between them. Harry was just there, caught in the middle of it.

“I’ll be finished in a minute,” Tonks said, moaning like a whore. She flashed Andromeda a cheeky grin, then put her hands under her own tits and clapped them together. The soft flesh rippled, and Andromeda’s mouth twitched like she was actually amused.

Andromeda kept her eyes on them, and there was the faintest trace of envy as she watched Tonks’s perfect breasts bounce and Harry’s hands move over her body. She leaned in a little closer, and her breasts swung with the motion. “Just don’t be late. Kingsley hates tardiness, and your excuses won’t hold up if you’show up looking like a complete mess.”

Tonks arched her back and tossed her hair, which had grown long down her back. She rolled her hips in a way that made Harry groan out loud. “Maybe you wouldn’t be late making breakfast if you weren’t busy eavesdropping in the hallway like a creep.”

Andromeda laughed throatily, then reached out and flicked the tip of Tonks’s nipple, making her gasp and shiver. “You’re insufferable,” she said. “But I suppose you got that from me.” Her eyes moved to Harry, and she reached out and caressed his face in a way that told him that she expected a ride on the Harry-Go-Round. 

Tonks wriggled in his lap and ground her clit against him. Andromeda stared at them for a moment. Her lips were pursed, and her eyes were bright. Then she grinned and stepped back, and the nightie rode up a little higher so her bare pussy was fully on display for both of them. “I’ll be in the kitchen. Don’t make me come back up here with a bucket of cold water,” she said. She turned to leave, and her ass swayed just enough that Harry noticed every second of it.

Tonks waited until she was gone, then let out a loud, exaggerated moan and ground down as hard as she could on Harry’s cock. “God, she’s so annoying sometimes,” she said, but there was a note of admiration in her voice.

Harry could only nod, and he reached up and pinched her nipples until she squealed and started bouncing even faster. The mattress squeaked again, and he knew Andromeda could still hear everything from the hallway, but neither of them cared.

Tonks rode him hard, and her breath came in ragged gasps as she chased her second orgasm of the morning. Harry held her hips and drove up into her, and he watched her eyes roll back. She ground down and shivered, and her whole body tensed as her pussy clenched around his cock. She was close, and she was determined to finish right there.

She came again, shuddering and squeezing him so hard he saw stars. Her tits quivered with every spasm, and her nipples were shiny with sweat. Harry could feel himself getting close, so he grabbed her ass and slammed her down onto his cock.

She leaned in and pressed her sweaty forehead against his. “Fill me up, you bastard. I want her to know you ruined me,” she moaned out. 

Harry groaned and let go, and he came hard inside her while Tonks milked every drop from him. She squeezed his cock with her inner muscles and didn’t stop riding until she was sure he was empty. Only when his breathing slowed did she finally ease up, and she slumped forward and pinned him with her weight. Her tits were warm and soft against his chest.

They panted together, and Tonks shot him a satisfied smile. “I should probably get going now, huh?”

Harry nuzzled her neck and slid his hands up to squeeze her tits one last time. “Only if you want to keep your job,” he said, and Tonks groaned and rolled her eyes, but she didn’t move for another minute.

When she finally slid off his lap, she wobbled a little on unsteady legs, then shot him a mischievous look over her shoulder. Her pussy was red and glistening, and Harry could see his cum slowly leaking out of her. She grabbed a towel, wiped herself off, and flung the towel at him. Harry barely managed to dodge the cum-soaked rag. 

“See you tonight, lover boy,” she said, and she pulled on her Auror robes with nothing underneath. She raked her fingers through her hair, shifted it to bubblegum pink, and winked at him before heading for the door.

Harry watched her walk out, then stretched out naked on the still-warm sheets. He closed his eyes and smiled. He was already enjoying the summer. 

Hogwarts Adventure

Harry took his time in the shower, enjoying the way the hot water stung his skin and dulled the ache in his thighs. His head was still foggy from Tonks’s wild ride, and the memory of her sweaty body bouncing in his lap drifted behind every thought. When he finally got dressed and went downstairs, the house was bright with morning sun. He found Andromeda at the stove, humming as she fried eggs and bacon in a pan. She wore the same pink silk nightie as before, and nothing else. The thin hem barely covered the bottom of her ass, and the deep cut of the neckline cradled her pillowy tits. Her hard nipples tented the fabric, and Harry watched her from the doorway for a moment, mesmerized by the way her tits and ass jiggled as she worked. 

Ted was already sitting at the kitchen table. He wore a robe and slippers, and he had a copy of the Daily Prophet spread wide in front of him. He turned a page, sipped his tea, and nodded at Harry. “Morning, lad,” he said. He didn’t look up from the paper. If he noticed his wife’s state of undress, he gave no sign of it. 

Harry sat down at the table across from Ted and tried not to stare at Andromeda too much. She looked over her shoulder and shot him a seductive smile that made his cock twitch. She finished the eggs, loaded up two plates, and brought them over. She set one down in front of her husband, who mumbled a “Thanks, love” and dug right in. The other, she brought to Harry. Instead of placing it on the table, she leaned over him, so the neck of her nightie gaped open. He got a close-up view of her pale, heavy tits. Each was crowned with a pink, pebbled nipple. He could smell her perfume and the wetness of her pussy. His cock strained in his trousers. 

“You must be starving, Harry,” she purred, not bothering to lower her voice. She slid the plate in front of him, then ran her fingers over his shoulder and down his arm.

He smiled, thanked her, and began shoveling eggs into his mouth to keep from gaping at her. He tried to focus on the food, but it was impossible with Andromeda puttering around the kitchen, stopping every so often to bend over to look into the fridge or stretch on her tiptoes for a glass. Every movement made her nightie ride up or slide off her shoulders, and each time, she gave Harry a wink or a sly smile.

Ted seemed oblivious … or rather, he WAS oblivious. He grunted at the news, or sometimes chuckled while sipping his tea at regular intervals. At one point he asked, “What’ve you got on your agenda today, Harry?” without ever lowering the paper. Harry started to answer, but Andromeda cut him off. She glided over to refill his juice glass and pressed her cleavage right into his face. 

“Harry’s helping me out today,” she said. She let her hand rest on his arm a tad too long, then trailed her fingers to his wrist. “I could use a pair of strong, manly hands around here.”

Ted just nodded. “Glad to hear it, dear. The world needs more folks like you, Harry.”

The breakfast passed with Ted reading and eating, Andromeda flitting between chores and Harry, and Harry trying to keep his erection from being too obvious. When he finished his meal, instead of taking his plate, Andromeda plopped herself down on his lap. Her naked ass smooshed into his erection, and she wiggled her bottom until she got nice and comfortable. Andie leaned back and rested her head on his shoulder. Andromeda took one of his hands and shoved it between her legs. She moaned when his fingers slid between her wet pussy lips. She took his other hand and placed it on her nightie-clad tit. 

Ted rustled the paper and cleared his throat. “Don’t you have a meeting at nine, love?” he asked, finally peering over the edge of the Prophet.

Andromeda smiled at her husband. “I do, but I don’t expect it to take too long,” she told him. Ted nodded, unbothered by the fact that his wife was grinding her ass on their guest’s cock. He went back to reading his paper. 

Andromeda peeled the thin pink nightie up over her hips until it gathered under her armpits. She eased the nightie up over her head, letting her bare tits bounce free. She tossed it onto the table, and she just sat there with her back arched, completely naked. Her heavy tits were out in the open, and her bald slit filled the room with the heady scent of her arousal. 

She spread her legs under the table, and Harry’s fingers found her wetness. She was already dripping onto his knuckles, and the way she squeezed his hand told him exactly what she wanted. With her husband sitting less than a meter away, Andromeda angled her hips to give Harry’s hand better access, and she shuddered when his fingertips slipped inside her. She was incredibly tight, hot and slick, and every thrust coaxed a soft gasp or a shudder from her. Ted kept reading the Prophet, ignoring Andromeda’s heavy breaths.

Harry started massaging her clit with his thumb while he worked two fingers into her. She gripped his wrist with both hands, guiding his pace. Her nipples stood out from her crinkled areolas, and her tits jutted forward with every roll of her hips. She kept her voice down, but the table vibrated from her shaking thighs, and every time Harry pressed just right, she bit her lip to keep from moaning outright.

Ted was reading the financial section, but Harry knew he had to notice the way his wife’s tits bounced and quivered, and the way the kitchen filled with the scent of her arousal. There was no way to ignore it. He just had no interest in it. Andromeda finally let out a loud moan as she ground her pussy onto Harry’s palm.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped shakily. She used one hand to press his palm against her clit, and the other to pinch her own nipple. Her orgasm hit her like a punch in the gut. Andromeda’s legs locked around Harry’s hand, and her back arched so far that Harry heard her spine pop. She squirted with no warning. Her pussy spasmed and shot a hot, clear jet across the table, splattering the Daily Prophet. Ted didn’t even look up.

Andromeda shuddered, and her naked body trembled in Harry’s lap. She didn’t even try to cover up. She just kept riding his fingers until the tremors faded. Then she finally pulled Harry’s fingers out of her pussy, wiped the sweat from her face, and gave Harry a deep passionate kiss. Ted chose that moment to stand up. 

“Well, I better go get ready. Work waits for no man,” he said happily. Andromeda broke the kiss and smiled at her husband while Harry palmed and played with his wife’s naked tits. Ted went upstairs while whistling a jaunty tune. 

Andromeda got up and stretched her arms overhead, letting her tits sway and her ass jiggle as she walked to the sink. Harry quickly joined her, eager to see what the rest of their day had in store for him.