Chapter 34 - Milf and Metamorphmagus III

Thud!

Ron fell back on the bed all of a sudden, spreading his arms wide. He felt his skin crawl, and goosebumps rise all across his skin. He rubbed his eyes and then stared at those same hands with wonder.

"Where in the hell did I gather so much courage from?" He couldn't believe it himself. "And she didn't stop me!"

So soft… Fuck, she's damn pretty.

Ron took a deep breath and raised his head, noticing his erection still hard. Holding Narcissa so closely had woken a beast inside him.

Knock! Knock!

"Hmm?" Ron sat up quickly. Before he could say anything, the door opened.

"Did she leave?"

"Auror Tonks," Ron remembered her name. How could she not after she had flashed him that day with those magical big breasts? Her quirky ability was always in his mind, wondering what other things she could do.

"Hey, just call me Tonks." Tonks walked in with a playful smile, closing the door behind herself.

Her hair was currently short and purple, a choker necklace on her thin neck, small earrings, and a t-shirt with a punk-style leather jacket. Below was just a black skirt that went to her knees, no stockings, only chunky boots with buckles.

Pretty distinct style, I gotta say. Ron nodded silently, admiring the beauty. She wasn't very tall, nor that full in body. Her frame was petite, and yet he knew that didn't matter at all due to her abilities. Can she change her height too?

"Umm… Hey. What can I do for you?" Ron didn't act as crazy with this one, since she was an Auror, not an enemy.

Tonks chuckled and strolled over to sit beside him on the bed, close enough that her shoulder brushed against his. "Just bored. Harry's girlfriend came to visit, and he's 'busy' with her in his room. Sirius and Remus are brooding over Voldemort, leaving this poor lady bored."

"Don't you have Ministry work to do?" Ron asked.

"I am doing Ministry work. I'm assigned to protect Harry," Tonks replied, kicking her feet on the floor as if bored, "But Madam Bones ordered me to protect you as well since Voldemort might seek vengeance against you."

Ron felt a shiver in his body as he just realized that, "I… I should start training harder."

"Umhm." Tonks hummed and yawned before taking off her leather jacket. "So, you got anything interesting going on? Anything you want to talk about?"

Ron gulped, noticing the big hills in her short-sleeved T-shirt. He knew this wasn't her normal size.

"N-No, but I wanted to ask… What else can you do with your Metamorphmagus abilities? Can you change your height as well?" Ron asked, his eyes locked on her breasts.

"Hehe." Tonks noticed his gaze and suddenly tucked her fingers at the base of her t-shirt. "If you're so curious, I'll let you have a look.

Woosh!

With a quick, smooth move, she easily pulled off her t-shirt and threw it away.

"Blimey!" Ron couldn't hold back his shock. She wasn't wearing any bra, and yet her milky large breasts didn't sag at all—creamy pale, light red small areolas, and then the perfect, smooth tiny buds atop.

Ron gulped, his hand slowly creeping up out of instinct. As his finger came into view, he quickly pulled his hand back, a little shocked and embarrassed.

Tonks giggled and teased him, leaning closer towards him. "You can touch if you want."

"Really?"

"Of course," Tonks leaned in even closer, grabbed one of his hands, and placed it on her voluptuous mound.

Ron was a little surprised at how upfront she was about it. As his hand finally rested on the soft skin, his fingers gently sunk in a little on the magnificent doughy flesh. His other hand followed suit, and he patted them to his heart's content. He tasted every part of their gentleness on his palms, pinching her tips between his fingers.

He couldn't believe the wonderful feeling they gave him, subconsciously leaning in closer and closer. There was something about her supple mounds that attracted him, tickling his loins and building up a thirst for milk in his mouth.

He unknowingly leaned in close enough for Tonks to feel his breath on the nubs of her breasts.

"Ummm…" Tonks suddenly moaned, combing through his red hair with her fingers, and pulled him even closer. "You can… if you want… umh."

Tonks crossed her own legs at her own arousal, trying to stifle the warmth salivating between her flexible thighs. She let out a small whimper as Ron's lips finally found her cool skin, even more so when Ron started suckling her breasts, licking and flicking her tips with his tongue.

"Huh? It's… sweet?" Ron's eyebrows quirked, muttering with Tonks' nipple between his teeth.

"Heh, it's… just a small trick… I learned." Tonks replied between bated breaths and slowly leaned back to lie down on the bed, pulling Ron along as her hand kept his own on her body. Her hand caught his hand, guiding him to clench her globes, milking and kneading together as if she were teaching him what to do.

Her other hand combed his hair, keeping his lips around her areola, tasting the deep sweetness that almost reminded him of honey.

Ron felt even more excited by her active nature and got curious about how much she could change herself. He got on top of her and suckled her breasts until he felt out of breath. Then, finally, when he looked up, he noticed the aroused, flushed look on Tonks' face.

The confident and craving look made it all the more arousing, as if she knew what they were doing. But she wanted him to do it anyway.

Suddenly, before he could say or do anything else, Tonks pulled him up by the collar, closer to her face, and kissed him. Her tongue invaded his mouth with a heated desire as if she was going to quench the heat in her body with his saliva. Sipping and massaging his tongue with her own.

Ron could feel the ambers in his belly starting to blaze again, quickly moving his hands to unbutton his shirt and unzip his pants. With experience, he could move quickly now, kicking his shoes and pants off. Now, he was left in his underwear, waiting for her to do the same.

Unexpectedly, Tonks merely kicked off her boots and spread her legs, allowing her skirt to roll up on its own, bunching up around her waist.

No underwear?! Ron was shocked for a short moment, but his mind was overwhelmed by the view. The pale skin between her legs looked amazingly soft, adorned by hints of purple hair, contrasting perfectly with her pink, damp petals. Something about it screamed exotic, but also harmonious; everything was unique, and he couldn't wait to relish the taste of it.

Tonks took him between her legs, sliding her hand into his underwear, and gently wrapped her nimble fingers around his straining length.

"Oh, that's a big one." She moaned into his ear and, just like that, started stroking his length. Every brush of her fingers felt different, sometimes feathery soft, sometimes silky smooth, sometimes as gentle as furry paws, even slimy wet.

Ron couldn't control his hot, bulging shaft, twitching at every turn. All the different sensations interchanging, catching him off guard. He could feel his blood rushing towards his throbbing shaft. The fact that she could change anything at any time aroused him to the core.

Ron started kissing her neck, nibbling at her alabaster skin while his hands kept fondling her breasts.

"Ummmh… I can't wait…" Tonks whispered into Ron's ear and pushed his underwear below his waist with her dainty toes. The movement of her knees caused her soaked petals to brush against his cotton-covered balls for a moment, giving him a teasing taste of the heat.

She took out his prized cock with the delicate touch of her fingers, teasing his cockhead with the tip of her finger. She smeared his precum around his crown with her thumb, causing him to throb uncontrollably.

She masterfully widened her knees like a gymnast and aimed Ron's cock at her petals. She rested both thighs on each side of Ron's waist as his cockhead kissed her soaking petals with its tip, looking at him with wild excitement. "Ready?"

"But…" Ron felt he was at the point of no return and looked at her face with worry, "But Professor Lup—"

Tonks suddenly crossed her calves on his lower back and pulled his whole body down, causing his cock to spear into her hot sweltering furnace. Before Ron could pull back, her hand circled his torso and pulled his lower back, sending his cock down into her pussy with a sharp thrust.

She's tight! Ron could feel every part of his cock squeezed, every inch of his throbbing skin touching her smooth, wet walls, fitting him like a slimy rubber glove.

He was big, and her pussy was tight—she made it that way, wanting them both to feel good from all sides.

"H-He… He never—oh." She cried out and moaned, her large globes rising with her arched-up back. "Never does it… ummm… too scared of his… Werewolf… ah nature."

Even before Ron could move, Tonks moaned from the sensation. Ron's cock filling her up to the brim. Even the slightest movement he made caused a tremor to travel up her spine, filling her with pure ecstasy. She held on to him tightly, her hips moving subconsciously, looking for more and more of that addictive, heavenly sensation.

With the moans that escaped her lips, her ass moved, grinding up towards Ron's penetrating sword. It was clear that she wanted it. She wanted him to move his hips, to have his way with her, to fuck her.

Ron took that as consent and pushed in on his own. He started to grit his teeth, drowning in a sensation he never felt before. So tight and yet so inviting and easy to squeeze in, as if her walls accommodated him in real time. Her pussy shuddered inside, vibrating like a nest of tame and gentle bees; always clenching and releasing, milking him to no end.

Despite his struggle, he couldn't help but groan in pleasure.

"Soooo… you like it?" Tonks asked with a prideful smile. "W-What else? Squid?"

"What?"

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