Harry's Bucket List - Chapter 29 (Patreon)

ALL CHARACTERS PORTRAYED WITHIN THIS STORY ARE 18 YEARS OLD OR ABOVE.

Summary: After learning the truth about the prophecy, Harry comes to a single conclusion: He is most definitely going to die. Well, if he’s going out, then Merlin be damned, he’d go out living his life to the fullest. And what better way to do that than by charming the knickers off of every girl who caught his fancy? Hogwarts isn’t ready for a Boy-Who-Lived with a death wish.

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Chapter 29: Late Night Recovery

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“I want to talk to her.” Her voice broke through the sleepy silence of the bedroom like a knife, sharp and insistent.

Cammi felt Harry’s eyes snap to her. She didn’t even need to open her own eyes to know his were widened ever so slightly in surprise.

“I don’t think that would be—” he began, his voice a low rumble of protest, but Cammi cut him off, turning over with a tired sigh as she rested her cheek against the solid warmth of his chest. She stared up at him, her expression softening into a small, practised pout that she knew he found difficult to resist.

“Please?”

The dim light of the dying fire within the fireplace made it difficult to make out her boyfriend’s features, casting them in shifting shadows and flickering gold. Only the low, intense glow of his eyes pierced through the darkness, but it was enough for her to spot the lingering conflict warring in his gaze. He was always so protective, so careful.

“What do you want to speak with her about?” he asked, his voice steady. The way he spoke hinted at genuine curiosity, but Cammi could still detect the small, almost imperceptible note of apprehension within his words.

“I don’t know,” she answered truthfully, her voice barely a whisper. “I’m not sure how to even feel about her, truth be told. Do I hate her? Pity her?” She shrugged, a restless gesture, and turned onto her back to stare at the dark ceiling while her thoughts swirled like smoke in the still air. “I dunno, but I want to see her at least. I’ll think of what I want to say after that.”

Harry hummed, a low, thoughtful sound. A beat of silence passed, thick with unspoken history, before he finally spoke.

“Alright. If that’s what you want.”

Cammi nodded, a wave of relief washing over her. She turned once more to face her boyfriend and placed a chaste, grateful kiss against his lips.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Harry’s only reply was to return her kiss with one of his own. It lasted just a moment longer than the last—long enough that Cammi could feel herself melting into the kiss, her body pressing closer to his. Just as it began the transition from sweet and innocent to something more heated, a groan from Cammi’s left broke them apart.

“Wassat?” Tonks croaked, her voice slurred and heavy with sleep. She blinked blearily at the two of them, her pink hair sticking up in all sorts of odd directions, a chaotic halo around her head. Cammi giggled at the sight of the metamorph and reached over to try to tame a few of the messy locks.

“Nothing, Dora. Go back to sleep,” she murmured, her voice soft.

Tonks pouted at the casual shortening of her first name, but she still leaned into Cammi’s touch regardless, a soft sigh escaping her lips. After a moment, though, the metamorph pulled away and sat up, stretching her arms high above her head. Cammi couldn’t stop a lecherous smile from spreading across her face as the blanket fell away, revealing Tonks’ full, teardrop-shaped breasts, the rosy nipples tightening in the cool night air.

‘I really am no better than a man,’ Cammi thought, biting her lip appreciatively as she watched the muscles in Tonks’ back flex.

Tonks, for her part, ignored Cammi’s unashamed staring and instead levelled them both with a pouting glare. “Were you two shagging without me?” she asked, her voice still thick with sleep but laced with a playful accusation.

Cammi was caught somewhere between cooing at how cute Tonks’s sleepy pout was and tackling the topless metamorph into the mattress with her face buried between the pouting witch’s tits. The urge to do both was overwhelming.

Harry seemed to agree with her sentiment, though he was much faster in making up his mind. A slow, predatory grin spread across his face.

“And if we were?” he asked with a hint of challenge behind his words.

Tonks opened her mouth to reply, no doubt with some witty retort, but before she could, an unseen force yanked her forward. The pink-haired witch’s sleepy pout evaporated with a completely uncharacteristic ‘Eep!’ as she was pulled across the bed, landing on her hands and knees across both her and Harry. The magic was Harry’s, a silent, effortless display of power that made Cammi’s stomach clench with anticipation.

Still, Cammi barely even batted an eye at the casual use of magic. She was far too distracted by Tonks’ knicker-clad arse, poised mere inches away from her face, the thin lavender fabric stretched taut over the round globes. Next to her, Harry was already making his move. The blanket covering them both had already been pulled away thanks to his spell, which left only his boxers in the way. Cammi watched, excitement pooling hot and heavy between her legs as her boyfriend grabbed Tonks by her tangled pink locks with one hand while he freed his cock with the other. It sprang free, thick and hard, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Tonks could only groan in approval as Harry’s engorged cock head was slapped against her plump lips. Obediently, the metamorph opened her mouth, her tongue falling out, wet and glistening in the dim night light as her mouth was filled with cock. Cammi cooed in arousal at the sight, her own body aching with need.

The raven-haired girl didn’t waste another second before grasping Tonks by her full thighs and pulling her the rest of the way over her face. A damp spot already stained the inside of the metamorph’s knickers, filling Cammi’s senses with her musky, intoxicating scent. Impatience roaring in her veins, the tattooed vixen used her fingers to pull the lavender coloured panties to the side before plunging her tongue deep within Tonks’ wet quim.

The room descended into a symphony of wet, gagging moans and slurping tongues. The bed’s creaking joined as well, the sharp squeaks matching the tune of Harry’s hips as he thrust his cock relentlessly down Tonks abused throat. Cammi paid little mind to the jostling of the mattress, too focused on the quivering of Tonks’ pussy against her tongue to care. The reversed ‘N’ shaped position they were in made it a bit difficult for Cammi to explore as much of the pink-haired witch’s cunt as she would’ve liked, as she usually does with her tongue and fingers both, but she made up for that by soaking Tonks’ clit with her full attention. She circled the sensitive nub, flicking it relentlessly with the tip of her tongue before sucking it into her mouth. With how loud the metamorph’s moans were growing despite the rather large cock plundering her mouth, she was more than happy with this alternative.

Tonks’ moans only continued to grow as did the sharp, wet gags from her mouth as her throat was assaulted over and over again by Harry’s cock. Cammi could feel the metamorph’s hand slipping up her inner thigh, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. She opened her legs, allowing Tonks easier access as her fingers slipped beneath Cammi’s soaked knickers.

A ragged gasp was torn from Cammi’s lips, muffled only by Tonks’ weeping slit, as two of the metamorph’s slim digits slipped inside her pussy.

Tonks was surgical with her fingers. Within moments, she had found the one spot inside of Cammi’s cunt that never failed to make her breath hitch and her hips jerk. The precision with which Tonks could coax her slender digits in and out of Cammi’s tight quim, all the while her mouth was being viciously fucked, was truly something to marvel at. Cammi, however, was in no state of mind to do any marvelling, not when Tonks was rapidly bringing her closer and closer to a sudden and quite intense climax. The metamorph curled her fingers, rubbing that magical spot inside her with every thrust, her thumb circling Cammi’s clit.

Cammi’s nails dug into the soft flesh of Tonks’ arse as she was sent careening over the edge. She pulled the metamorph closer, burying her tongue as deep as possible within Tonks’ cunt as her body was ravaged with orgasmic pleasure. It was enough to trigger Tonks’ own climax, the pink-haired witch practically wailed around Harry’s cock as she came, splashing Cammi’s face with her juices while her thighs did their best to suffocate the raven-haired woman.

Oxygen, thankfully, returned to Cammi’s lungs as Tonks all but collapsed off of her. The metamorph’s legs were trembling while her breasts heaved with every breath. It was a divine sight, accentuated by the light sheen of sweat covering Tonks’ naked flesh, and one that Cammi was utterly enthralled by.

Before she knew it, the tattooed vixen was on her hands and knees, crawling towards the prone auror. Tonks eyed her approach, a knowing smirk on her lips as Cammi crawled on top of her. The metamorph met her lips eagerly, her tongue slipping free to lick the remainder of her own essence on Cammi’s face clean. The taste was musky and sweet, and Cammi moaned into the kiss.

The weight on the bed shifted as Harry took his place behind them. Cammi could feel the heat of his body before his hands came to rest on the round curve of her bum. She giggled against Tonks’ lips as her boyfriend squeezed and groped her arse before giving it a firm slap. The sharp spank brought a gasp to her lips, one that was swallowed down by Tonks eagerly. Harry’s hands returned to her arse, but instead of kneading or spanking, he took hold of her tattooed cheeks and spread them apart. The thin cover her soaked knickers provided disappeared in the same breath, leaving her shivering as the cool night air lapped at her sensitive slit.

She really needed to have a talk with Harry about magically vanishing her underwear. That would be the third pair this week she’s lost.

Her thoughts of her wayward knickers were quickly swept away the moment Harry’s cock slid inside her tight quim. Cammi moaned softly, allowing her body to melt into Tonks. It never ceased to amaze her just how good it felt to have Harry inside her. Obviously, it felt fantastic in the physical pleasure sense, but there was also a sense of completeness that Cammi couldn’t exactly name that made her entire body shiver with happiness.

“That’s it,” Tonks murmured in her ear. The metamorph's hands glided along Cammi’s ribs in a soothing rhythm as Harry began to thrust. “You take it so well, pretty girl. Look at me, Cams.”

Cammi whimpered and shook her head. Harry was pounding into her with increasing vigour. Every slam of his hips was like a shockwave of pleasure that assaulted her cunt. It was incredible as it was devastating. She could hardly control her lips from spilling out her whorish moans, much less force the muscles in her neck to move so that she could look Tonks in the eye.

Tonks, however, would not accept such an excuse.

Cammi gasped as the metamorph’s sharp nails dug into her skull and yanked her head back by her hair.

“I said look at me,” Tonks hissed, her pink eyes set into a commanding scowl.

Cammi bit her lip, her onyx eyes sweeping up obediently.

Tonks’ scowl instantly soothed, her eyes half-lidded with a smoky intensity.

“There we are. You have such pretty eyes,” Tonks cooed.

Cammi’s stomach did a little flip at the praise. A moan slipped free as Harry changed the angle of his thrusts and was now hitting a particularly sensitive spot inside her trembling pussy.

“Fuck, it’s so hot when you moan like that,” Tonks breathed, voice ragged with lust. “Does his cock feel good, pretty girl? Do you love how it’s stretching you open? Are you going to cum all around that big, thick cock?”

“Yes!” Cammi cried as Harry slammed into her, sending her careening over the edge of bliss. “Yes! Yes! Yes! FUCK!”

Her chants grew unintelligible, no more than slurred babbles as her body was assaulted with white-hot pleasure. Below her, Tonks was still whispering into her ear. Cammi could only make out a few words—things like ‘slut’, ‘fuck-toy’, and other dirty little nicknames that only served to make Cammi’s moans grow louder.

By the time her climax finally began to fade, Cammi barely noticed Harry pulling out of her. Only the stark emptiness in her core clued her into the fact that he was no longer hilted inside her. It wasn’t Tonks’ erotic murmurs turned into sharpened gasps that Cammi realised her boyfriend’s cock had found a new home.

“Now who’s the good little fuck-toy?” Cammi drawled, the pleasant humming beneath her skin making her words slightly slurred and thick.

Tonks whimpered, her pink eyes firmly clenched shut as they were both jostled back and forth by the power of Harry’s hips.

Cammi smirked, shooting a glance back at Harry, whose own gaze was firmly locked onto her rippling bum, before shifting again to look between their joined legs. She watched, fascinated, as Harry’s thick cock disappeared into the pink-haired witch’s cunt again and again. The sight was mesmerising, the wet sounds of their coupling filling the room. Tonks was writhing beneath her, her hands clutching at the sheets, her back arching with every powerful thrust.

“Harder, Harry,” Tonks gasped, her voice strained with pleasure. “Fuck me harder.”

Harry obliged, his movements becoming more forceful, more demanding. The bed frame groaned in protest, the sound mingling with their collective moans and cries. Cammi felt a surge of arousal at the raw, primal display of lust before her. She wanted to be a part of it, to be consumed by it.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Cammi shifted her position, straddling Tonks’ face. The metamorph didn’t need any encouragement; her tongue immediately darting out to lap at Cammi’s still-sensitive folds. Cammi gasped, her hands bracing against the headboard behind her as Tonks began to eat her out with renewed fervour. The metamorph was using her abilities to the fullest. Cammi had to contain the full-body shudder that threatened to undo her right then and there when Tonks’ tongue pushed its way inside her pussy, growing and elongating until it was reaching her deepest depths, a living, writhing thing that stroked her inner walls in a way no human tongue ever could.

Needing something to ground herself, Cammi forced her eyes open. The new position brought her face-to-face with Harry from where he was still pounding into Tonks’ tight snatch. Their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them. He leaned forward, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue tangling with hers. The kiss was hungry, desperate, a testament to their shared desire.

Harry groaned against her lips. Cammi answered with a moan of her own, breaking the kiss but keeping their lips close as the pleasure built in her core. Harry’s own breaths were just as ragged. It wouldn’t be long for him either.

The three of them moved together in a frantic, passionate rhythm, a tangled mess of limbs and bodies. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the sounds of their pleasure echoing in the small room. It was a symphony of lust, a testament to their insatiable appetites.

But it wasn't enough. Cammi wanted more. After days of bed rest and recovery, broken up only by tender sex, Cammi wanted to fully let loose. She wanted to replace the soreness of the cruciatus with the soreness one could only obtain after being thoroughly fucked.

“H–Harry,” she gasped, gaining her boyfriend’s attention. “Grab the toy. Th–The one in the top drawer.”

Harry gave her a questioning look, but obeyed, slowing his thrusts until he could comfortably pull free from the pink-haired witch’s constrictive folds. Tonks groaned beneath her in disappointment, but Cammi silenced her by clamping her thighs down harder around the metamorph's face.

She watched as Harry reached for the bedside drawer, pulling out a sleek, black strap-on. It was a special one that Tonks had bought, magically enchanted to ensure the wearer felt the same pleasure they would if it were a real cock. Cammi had been ecstatic when she learned that enchantments worked for her despite being a Muggle, and it had quickly become her new favourite toy. Tonks would just have to buy another one for herself.

Giddily, Cammi pulled herself off of Tonks’ face and snatched the strap-on from her boyfriend’s hands. She quickly fastened it around her hips, the dildo jutting out from her body like a real cock, as a peculiar sensation of the enchantments taking hold spread through her clit, a phantom, full-bodied warmth that made her own cunt clench in anticipation.

Eyeing Tonks, she gestured the metamorph forward with a crook of her finger. “Come here,” she ordered, lying back on the bed.

Tonks obeyed, eyeing the bulbous black toy excitedly. While not as big as Harry’s cock, it was still large enough to have the metamorph screaming within minutes.

Cammi moaned softly as Tonks sank down onto the strap-on. If this is what it felt like for Harry, then she could understand why he had such a massive libido. She’d be obsessed with pussy too…well, more than she already was, that is.

Her plan wasn't finished, though, even if her body was screaming to fuck Tonks into a crying mess. Turning to her boyfriend, she gave him a wanting look before she reached around and used her hands to spread Tonks’ thick arsecheeks apart, her index finger circling the metamorph’s puckered hole pointedly.

Harry smirked, understanding clear in his features as he took his place behind the metamorph. With a quick, whispered lubing charm, Harry entered her, his cock sinking deep into Tonks’ arse with a single push. Tonks cried out, a mix of pleasure and pain as her nails bit into Cammi’s shoulders.

“Yessss!” she hissed. “S–So full.”

Cammi moaned in agreement. The enchantments of the strap-on ensured she could feel the pressure of Harry’s cock through the metamorph’s arse. Her cunt was even tighter now, nearly strangling the poor black toy tied to Cammi’s hips. It was divine.

Harry moved first, his hips rocking back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of Tonks’ tight hole. The metamorph moans, her body pushing back against his thrust, unintentionally grinding herself on top of Cammi’s faux cock in the process. The dual sensations were overwhelming for Tonks, her body trembling between them, a perfect, willing conduit for their shared lust.

“Fuck, look at her,” Cammi breathed, her hands gripping Tonks’ hips, guiding her movements. “She’s taking it so well. Such a good little slut, taking both of us at once.”

“Always,” Harry grunted in agreement, his rhythm becoming more erratic, more forceful. 

Cammi felt her own orgasm building, a tight coil of heat low in her belly. The enchantment was working overtime, translating the pressure of Tonks’ walls and the ghost of Harry’s thrusts into pure, unadulterated pleasure for her. She began to thrust up into Tonks, matching Harry’s tempo, their bodies working in perfect, depraved harmony to fill the witch between them completely.

The room was a cacophony of flesh slapping against flesh, of moans, cries, and filthy words whispered in the firelight. Tonks was lost in a haze of sensation, her mind blank, her body a puppet for their pleasure. She could feel every ridge of Harry’s cock as it plundered her arse, every inch of Cammi’s strap-on as it filled her cunt. The dual stimulation was too much, too perfect.

“I’m gonna cum!” Tonks screamed, her voice raw. “Oh, Merlin, don’t stop! I’m cumming!”

Her body convulsed, a powerful orgasm ripping through her. Her arse clenched like a vice around Harry’s cock, and her pussy spasmed wildly around Cammi’s strap-on. The sudden, intense pressure was all it took to send the other two over the edge with her.

Harry let out a guttural roar, his hips slamming forward one last time as he buried himself to the hilt in Tonks’ arse. His cock pulsed, spurt after spurt of his hot, thick cum flooding her bowels. The sensation was enough to trigger Cammi’s own climax, the enchantment flaring as she cried out, her back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure washed over her.

For a long moment, the three of them were frozen, a tableau of ecstasy. Then, slowly, they collapsed, a tangle of sweaty, sated limbs. Harry carefully pulled out of Tonks, a soft groan escaping his lips as his cock, still semi-hard and glistening with her juices, slipped free. The sight of it, slick and powerful, made Cammi’s mouth water. She watched as he moved, his intentions clear. He knelt beside her head, his glistening cock, still wet from Tonks’ arse, pointed towards her face.

Cammi didn’t wait for an invitation. She turned her head, her lips parting eagerly as she reached for him, her fingers wrapping around his thick shaft. The scent of Tonks’ musk and Harry’s own raw scent filled her senses, a heady, intoxicating cocktail. She brought the head of his cock to her lips, her tongue darting out to taste the combination of their fluids. It was salty, primal, and utterly divine.

“Fuck, Cammi,” Harry groaned, his hand tangling in her dark hair as she took him deeper into her mouth. She worshipped his cock, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head before she began to suck in earnest. She was a desperate whore for him, and she loved it. She took him as deep as she could, her throat relaxing to accommodate his length, her moans vibrating around his shaft as he began to slowly thrust into her mouth.

While Cammi was lost in her worship, Tonks had recovered enough to rejoin the fray. A wicked glint in her pink eyes, the metamorph slithered down Cammi’s body. Instead of going for her dripping cunt, Tonks had a different target, her tongue finding the black silicone of the strap-on still strapped to Cammi’s hips. With a lewd, enthusiastic moan, Tonks began to suck the toy clean, tasting her own pussy on the shaft.

Cammi cried out around Harry’s cock as she felt Tonks’ hot, wet mouth on the toy. The enchantment flared to life, translating the sensation into phantom pleasure that shot straight to her clit. But Tonks wasn’t done. As she bobbed her head on the strap-on, one of her sneaky hands crept up Cammi’s inner thigh. A slick finger circled Cammi’s puckered hole before slowly, deliberately, sinking inside.

The dual sensations were overwhelming. The feeling of Harry’s thick cock fucking her throat, the phantom pleasure from Tonks sucking the strap-on, and the new, thrilling sensation of having her arse fingered all combined to push Cammi towards the edge faster than she thought possible.

Tonks, sensing her impending climax, redoubled her efforts. She pulled her mouth off the strap-on with a wet pop and replaced her finger with her tongue. She licked and rimmed Cammi’s tight hole, her tongue probing and teasing, pushing the muggle girl into a frenzy of lust.

That was it. The combination of Harry’s cock hitting the back of her throat and Tonks’ expert tongue lapping at her arse sent Cammi spiralling into a mind-shattering orgasm. Her body convulsed, her cries of ecstasy muffled by the thick cock in her mouth. The spasming of her throat was the final straw for Harry.

“Fuck!” he roared, his hips jerking as he pulled out just in time. His cock erupted, spurt after spurt of his hot, thick cum painting Cammi’s face. It landed across her cheeks, her nose, her lips, and in her hair, a messy, glorious testament to their depravity. Cammi moaned, her tongue darting out to catch what she could, relishing in the feeling of being covered with his hot, sticky seed.

As the last of her tremors subsided, Cammi lay panting, her face a mess of cum and bliss. Tonks pulled back, a satisfied smirk on her lips as she admired her handiwork. She leaned in, her pink hair tickling Cammi’s skin, and began to lick the pearly streams of cum from her face. Her tongue was slow and deliberate, tracing the lines of Harry’s release with a reverent, almost worshipful slowness. She would gather a mouthful, make a show of swallowing it with a soft hum of satisfaction, and then dive back for more, cleaning Cammi’s skin until it was glistening with her saliva.

The sight was obscene and utterly captivating. Harry watched, his chest heaving, as Tonks cleaned his girlfriend’s face. Once she was satisfied, the metamorph turned her attention to the source. She wrapped her lips around Harry’s cock, which was still coated with the mingled fluids of their previous activities. With a deep, guttural moan, she took him into her mouth, her head bobbing as she began to suck him with a renewed, desperate energy.

Cammi watched through heavy-lidded eyes, a lazy, contented smile on her lips. She felt the bed shift as Tonks moved, her head bobbing in Harry’s lap. The wet, slurping sounds were a soothing, erotic lullaby in the aftermath of her own intense orgasm. She saw Harry’s hand come to rest on the back of Tonks’ head, his fingers tangling in her pink locks as he guided her movements, his hips beginning to thrust gently in time with her sucking.

It was a scene of pure, unadulterated debauchery, and Cammi wouldn’t have had it any other way. She felt a deep, bone-deep satisfaction, a feeling of being completely and utterly sated. The soreness was already beginning to set in, a pleasant ache in her muscles and in her well-used holes, a welcome replacement for the phantom pain of the curse.

Harry’s breathing grew ragged, his thrusts becoming more erratic. Tonks moaned around his cock, her hands gripping his thighs as she prepared for his release. With a final, guttural groan, Harry’s hips jerked, and he emptied himself down her throat. Tonks took it all, her throat working as she swallowed every last drop of his cum, her eyes fluttering closed in bliss.

For a moment, they remained frozen, the only sound in the room their heavy breathing. Then, slowly, Harry pulled back, his softening cock slipping from Tonks’ lips with a wet pop. The metamorph collapsed onto the bed beside Cammi, a thoroughly fucked-out, blissful expression on her face.

Harry moved to lie on Cammi’s other side, sandwiching her between them. He pulled the duvet over their exhausted bodies, the three of them a tangled, sweaty mess of limbs. Cammi sighed contentedly, snuggling back against Harry’s chest while reaching out to intertwine her fingers with Tonks’.

The fire in the hearth had dwindled to nothing but glowing embers, casting the room in a soft, warm darkness. The scent of sex and sweat still hung in the air, a potent reminder of their passionate activities. One by one, they drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined, their breathing evening out until the only sound in the room was the soft, steady rhythm of their shared slumber.

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Author’s Note

A somewhat filler chapter. It’s been a while since I last updated this story, and truth be told, I was getting a little burnt out with it. However, after writing this chapter, I can say that there will definitely be more updates very soon, so keep an eye out!

Thanks for reading!