Puberty! A cruel and decisive warning! Added wife! Nymphadora (r18)

It had been a few days since the little one's case and I noticed that Hestia had started playing Dumbles' game. I questioned her when we were in RoR and she said that if she didn't follow the old man's plot he could be a pain in the ass with me and her. I could accept her reasoning, but why the hell did she start hanging out with Weasley with no shine or talent?

"Well, he's a Gryffindor so I think the old man will be less suspicious?"

"Still, Hestia, the bastard redhead's family is all consanguineous who use love potions on their partners. Honestly, I don't want you to have any contact with the red-headed beast. Even if you're careful, he can use variants of gaseous potions on you without your noticing." I argued. Hestia looked thoughtful about this and that made me uncomfortable. "Hestia… You are not affected by any potions are you?

"I…I don't know…" she said with her eyes downcast. I didn't like to see her like this. I need to fix the Dursleys, but first let's sort things out here. "Hestia have you entered the bearded man's office yet?"

That was the heaviest suspicion I had. The redheaded bastard wasn't smart enough to plan this. Which means a third party was interfering again in my wife's life. And who else has a history of interfering in the lives of people they want to control?

Target MamboJambo many names Dumbledore.

And now I was furious. But…nothing I couldn't handle.

"Sanentur potionibus liberae." I cast another dona of my original spells and Hestia looked less confused. But that didn't stop the tears that escaped her face. Damn old man made my girl cry. Looks like I've been too nice.

I got up angrily and left the room shortly after texting Hermione to come and take care of Hestia. Looks like I need to sort things out with a certain Gryffindor who doesn't know his place.

I quickly reached the great hall and saw the weasel eating like the pig it was. In fact why was I offending the poor animals by comparing them to human garbage in front of me. He doesn't even deserve to breathe the same air as pigs. Pigs at least are useful and feed people.

"Hello, little Weasley scum. How is your insignificance on this beautiful winter day?"

Everyone's eyes turned to me as they heard me. It seems my silent boy fame has begun to make my current actions confusing. It seems I need to remind these little mongrels that I was not only Ambrosius' heir but also a Slytherin.

"So, mongrel, you don't have a tongue? Or maybe food interferes with your vocal functions? Let me help with this. Ingranatus." I recited the spell from my arsenal, one that uses the levitation spell as a base and the blocking and banishing spell to shift the spell from the original path back to the caster. I used it in this case to control the food in your mouth to go one way up your windpipe. And then he started to choke. "Oops. Wrong spell. Petrificus tottalus, muscular preassura, Inccubus aeralis." I cast 3 spells in a row. One common and two quite cruel. One to crush muscles, which I launched into both arms and legs and one to block the air passage to both limbs. This would cause a chain effect similar to the heart attack that made House a vicodin addict.

I knew such damage would be healed by Madame Pomfrey, but the pain he was feeling right now…it couldn't be healed. But that is not over.

"Genshitsu kakitori shiru" I cast my last spell. It was in Japanese. It used the same concept as shiki fujin, but without the effect of darkening the arms. He would feel pain in his limbs forever and would be unable to move any of them.

Once I was done I quickly retreated from the spot before they could even recover from their surprise at what I had done.

Now all that's left is the old bastard.

Dumbledore's POV

I don't know what young Weasley did that caused Merlin's little heir to have such animosity toward him, but that wasn't just a passionate action. I could see it in his eyes. There was a hole, yes, a lot of fury in fact, but there was nothing clouding his thoughts. He decisively used spells in front of the entire school without caring for consequences to send a warning. A warning I cannot understand.

"What is Mr. Weasley's situation, Pomona?" I asked with genuine concern in my voice. Well, genuine up to a point. Of all the Weasleys, this was the one I felt the least useful. Maybe just to be a puppet husband to young Miss Potter, but nothing more than that. Even if you become a widower eventually.

"Physically fine. Apparently the spells cast were only intended to cause pain, but... Young Mr. Weasley is unable to use his limbs and is apparently still moaning loudly from the high doses of anesthetics I give him." The woman spoke. I felt a little taken aback. Young Ambrosius was really worthyof being of the lineage of enchanters, if what she said is true. Donate spells he used only the petrification one was common knowledge.

"If there is no harm then is the pain psychological?"

"I don't know Albus. Sincerely. There is no harm, but he complains of pain and it doesn't appear to be a pretense. Whatever spell is cast, it appears to be powerful and actually does no apparent damage. At least not physical."

"Do you think it's a spell that affects the soul?"

"I would say that I wouldn't laugh at the possibility if I weren't treating this child." She sighed. "The spell caster appears to be dangerous."

Dangerous indeed.

As dangerous as Tom. Was it the birth of a new Dark lord? He was descended from Merlin, but that wasn't a valid excuse to deny the possibility. Being a descendant of someone else only guarantees that the bloodline's talent was inherited. Not the thoughts.

I'm getting old.

POV MC

I went back to RoR and found my girls. Now that I think about it calmly, I left Hestia alone when I went to get revenge. Damn it, my feelings are on edge and this has never happened before.

"What happened?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"Dumbledork happened. The bastard tried to bewitch Hestia for the less able Weasley bastard." I spoke with fury in my voice.

"Are you mad at me?" Hestia looked pitiful and that changed my feelings again. Her pitiful expression was even cuter than Miss Davies's a few days ago. The hopeful little eyes and the tears on her face. I wanted to eat her.

Wait a minute!

Puberty!

Was that what was causing my mood swings? It doesn't really surprise me, but shouldn't occlumency help with that? I thought a little about my situation and realized it wasn't just mood swings. My body was changing. I could feel him getting stronger and stronger with each moment. A great deal of magic seemed to be flowing from my core to my body and then to the core again.

I could also feel my chakra channels strengthening and expanding even more. The color of the chakra changing from plain blue to an almost red violet hue.

So... I was getting stronger.

And it was affecting my psyche.

"No. Hestia I don't hate are you okay?" I spoke to the girl who was still waiting for my answer. "I'm just really mad at the old manipulator and the bastard Weasley but you're the last person I would think to be mad at. It wasn't your fault after all. Well, it's not like the redheaded bastard is going to be a problem from now on."

"What did you do?"

"I did nothing!" I quickly denied what caused my sister to narrow her eyes.

"I did nothing!" I spoke and fled the room again. Not before shouting, "Hest, don't go help with the Philosopher's Stone anymore. I'll be back to sleep with you guys so if you want to stay here until I get back feel free!"

After that I heard Hermione stutter when she called me a coward for running away. I wasn't running away, I thought. I was just making a strategic retreat. It wasn't an escape.

I started towards the HufflePuff common room. I walked in unimpeded and made my way to the girls' dormitory. The Puffs didn't have separate rooms until grade 7 in their dorms, but when students about to graduate came to Hogwarts they earned that right. This meant that my beautiful cousin was living in a single room. A room I had just broken into.

It wasn't very glamorous to be honest but she didn't have a lot of time to change since we were only in high school for 3 months at most. A few muggle band posters and a fluffy single bed were the most significant details. I took off my clothes and lay on the bed completely exposed. I needed to mentally impact my cousin when she walked in and what better way than that?

I was having issues with my hormonal body and she was an outlet. It might sound really bad to talk like that, but I wouldn't love her any less just because I used her to ease my cravings. If very maybe I love her more because of it.

Of course, only on the possibility that she would accept to be my wife. I can't go against the contract vote I made. I can only fuck wives. No other women would be allowed.

Lucky I always have some contracts with me.

Man, I was looking like Rumpelstiltskin with this contracts thing. But they were useful then...nothing to do about it.

It didn't take long for Nyn to enter the room distracted while she read a seventh-grade book that I thought was unimportant.

"Hello cousin!"

She looked at me startled before her surprise was matched by shame at seeing my glorious self naked.

"You don't need to look away. I like being seen by you." I admitted it cutely to my future wife.

Why do you think I considered you my wife? She was just pretending to look away while she checked my assets. That naughty metaform wanted her cousin, huh?

was looking forward towhat would come next.

POV 3rd

Ninphadora Tonks had already gotten used to her name after her cute cousin's heated speech. She found him cute after getting to know both him and Hermione better and knew they had some kind of pseudo-insect relationship. Not that she disapproved. Nymphadora was no ordinary young woman after all. Not that she'd gotten out of fucking a lot of men out there, but she'd already seen a lot in their natural ways.

She was a bit perverted if she was going to be honest about it. Shapeshifting into a man to get into men's restrooms and check out the contestants wasn't just about training your bloodline skills after all. Not to mention that she had already masturbated several times thinking of manly limbs being used to rape her.

So it wasn't a surprise to see a very cute cousin naked in her bed with his beautifully represented cock exposed. She couldn't just deny her curiosity about it. The opposite sex has always intrigued her and even though she was able to emulate a penis when she turns into a man, she knew it was just embellishment. She wanted to know what it was like to touch a real one. But she wouldn't ask the 11-year-old boy in her bed for that.

"What are you doing here, brat." She asked with irritation and a little blush. She couldn't tear her eyes away from her cousin's cock.

"My eyes are up here cousin" She heard him and blushed even more. Damn, he must think she's a pervert woman. "Well, I'll be blunt. Cousin I'm entering puberty and I want it to be mine."

Nymphadora couldn't process that very well.

What does he mean by that? Puberty? Be his? What?

"Brat I have no idea what you're saying." She sounded a little stressed now. Looking at her cousin's member made her have desires aroused and she wanted the boy to go away to play with himself. Self-love wasn't a bad practice after all.

"I want you to read this contract and if it's okay for you to sign." Young Ambrosius gave his cousin an ancient scroll which was reluctantly read by the young woman. What was written surprised her. Apparently her cute cousin wanted her to sign a marriage contract. She was a little confused. Was he serious? Marry with her? Because?

"I do not understand."

"Cousin, look, sign the contract and we can have sex." He said this time with an almost desperate tone. She looked at him and was surprised by what she saw. The once flaccid limb now sported an abnormal stiffness. The woman looked at her cousin's face and noticed a grimace that looked like pain.

"That hurts?" she asked innocently which made Castiel look at her confused. Still he replied.

"A little bit. If I don't relieve it soon it will hurt more... But it's not a bad pain if I were to describe it... Nyn... I'm excited now and I can't do much until I sign the contract." He said again. Yeah she got a quill to sign. She actually didn't hate the idea of ​​marrying her cousin but she still couldn't relate everything that was happening to reality. Was this a wet dream? she wondered. "With blood, cousin. Sign in blood."

She waited for the finger and signed the name on the contract that flashed separating in two and entering each other's bodies. He had made advances on the contract thanks to the study he did and that was the result. The two could now feel a connection formed and Nyn realized two more connections that she felt were familiar.

"Who...?

But the question cannot be evoked before her mouth is covered by the boy.

Castiel Lelouch Lestrange-Black Hass Cadre wasn't just her average 11-year-old wizard. His body was quite developed for his age and looked 14 or even 15 if he was a short teenager. Her body was delicate but still fairly distributed with healthy lean muscles covering it. He was naked and proudly displaying his penis since he was seen by Ninphadora and even in a state of rest was a beautiful 18 cm piece. Now completely rigid, he had an increase of 2 cm and that was just an 11 year old boy. He was still growing.

Nymphadora was confused. The desire in her mind was making her ignore the consequences of her current decision, but her excitement would not be stopped now, even if her mother caught her in the act now she ignored everything in favor of what she was currently feeling.

As fast as efficient Castiel took his wand and banished his cousin's clothes revealing a perfect body with soft curves and tasty breasts. The boy grew even more rigid and his cock throbbed in anticipation.

His reddened eyes gleamed in the silent room. Only their reputations could be heard. He could feel his chest pounding, demanding, yearning.

The boy quickly made his cousin lie on her back on the bed and spread her legs. Even under the veil of desire he would not be an idiot and would guarantee his wife's satisfaction even before he thought of his. And so it was. His mouth went to the pink cave and lickedslowly. Nymphadora moaned loudly in appreciation before using her hands to imprison our hero's head in her pussy.

Castiel was amazed. The taste of his cousin wife was intoxicating. He wanted more and he got it.

Her tongue began exploring the young shapeshifter's nooks and crannies without restrictions, taking her to the extreme. The young woman contorted her body as she orgasmed as she squirted her viscous liquid into her lover's face.

Castiel tasted her sweet juice and went back to licking, hunger and need overwhelming his mind. He no longer sought maximum pleasure from his partner, he just craved more for her taste. Her scent and taste should be his. He wasn't wasted this time and would take everything she released. And so he pursued her goal for several minutes before achieving another orgasm.

After exhausting the young woman, the wizard reluctantly walked away from his cave and looked at his partner. He felt even more excited. If that were possible. Her eyes were glazed over. Transparent drool trickled from her mouth and an ecstatic expression on her face almost made him come there. But the most surprising thing was not his expression. It was his appearance.

Castiel suspected that Nymphadora concealed her own appearance but never expected such beauty to be possible. He wouldn't be unfair here. Hestia and Hermione would definitely be beauties in the future, but that was it. They were beautiful but they weren't beautiful women. Even the curves in their bodies didn't make the fact that they were children any less relevant.

But here. In front of him. There was a woman. A beautiful blonde woman with a face almost identical to her mother's and a slender, curved and delicious body. Not to mention her rosy pussy with her cheeks and clit swollen after her attack.

"You are... magnificent." It was the only word he could use now. His mental state had long since been lost and all he had in mind was the pleasure his cave would provide.

And it was with this in mind that he guided his hard cock to his lover's tight entrance. Her faces were close enough for him to swipe Nyn's lips before thrusting his rod in quickly.

"Argh!" Nyn cried out painfully as she was impaled. It was her first time at all, confirmed by the flowing blood. This surprised Castiel. She played Quidditch after all. He hoped her hymen had been ruptured a long time ago. But that only made him happier.

He stopped for a while, enjoying the tight feeling the fleshy walls brought to her cock. He felt good. It was such a warm feeling. No wonder men craved that feeling so much. Warm, moist, smooth. A hand could not compare.

"I'll move now, Nyn." He said I heard her as she nodded. And he started. His movements were slow. Pulling out until only the glans is left inside and then pushing in again until fully engaged. He was speeding up little by little.

pak pak pak pak pak

The sound of their bodies hitting began to be heard with the increase in speed. Castiel was already on edge. But the same could be said of Nymphadora. The two reached their climax together, without warning, only her contractions and the splash of his seeds inside her evidenced her orgasm.

Heavy breathing. The smell of sex in the air. Sweat stuck to bodies still connected. Castiel felt manly happiness for the first time. Pride filled his heart. He became someone. He was no longer a virgin.

But... He wasn't satisfied. His cock was still inside Nymphadora and it was still rigid there.

He thought about it and found it. She came more than he did. 3 times if he counted right. That means she must have 2 orgasms yet. Thinking about it the young man smiled mischievously. After all, even if he came again, it was almost certain that she would come too and would have an advantage. He needs to be fair here and make orgasms equivalent.

And that's how he started hitting her again. Her hips crashing across the room, causing the woman to scream her name softly in cathartic ecstasy.

Looks like I'm not going to sleep tonight, the boy thought as he came on her for the third time.