161) Sex and O.W.L.s

Tonks had her nails digging into my body as we descended to the living room, filled with hatred. Well, I have to clarify that, in reality, we didn't go down together, but I was carrying Tonks delicately, as if she might break at any moment.

I saw Andromeda looking at us, with a mix of emotions that even seemed funny. I ignored her for the moment and kept focusing on Tonks, or I was sure she would tear off a piece of my flesh. I took her to the large sofa in the living room and very, very slowly, I lowered her, but she still let out a small howl and looked at me with tearful eyes full of hatred.

"Alright, there you go," I said after being able to let Tonks down.

"Right, your fucking mother!" she shouted angrily.

"Tonks!" exclaimed Andromeda upon hearing her daughter.

"It's fine, she's a bit irritated, no big deal," I told my mother-in-law. I didn't want a fight between the two women at this moment over something that I could be sure was my fault.

"Irritated is my pussy!" (Tonks)

"Nymphadora, watch your language" (Andromeda)

"Haha, sorry," I laughed weakly as I approached to give Tonks a kiss on the head, but she simply hit my chest with her fists with a pout, but her movement made her put on a painful expression.

"Ouch...! I don't want to have sex with you ever again!" she complained while covering her parts, closing her eyes in pain.

"Come on, don't say that, it's not that bad" (Red)

"Well... maybe a little moderation..." Andromeda commented with a not very loud voice. She didn't know what happened, but it would do her good if what happened last night didn't happen again.

"Moderation?!" Tonks snorted at her mother's comment, then looked at me seriously. "Look, in my room, under the largest piece of furniture, there are my savings transformed into a soap sculpture. Take them, and next time you get hard, go hire a whore instead of coming to break my pussy," she said with total seriousness and a reproachful tone, perhaps almost demanding it.

"Nymphadora!" scolded Andromeda again. She knew her daughter's relationship could go downhill very quickly if it started going in that direction, or so she thought. Bed problems can screw up a relationship, even if it doesn't seem like these were common problems.

"Just go away!" she ignored her mother. At this moment, all she wanted was for that killer dick-shaped machine to get as far away from her intimate parts as possible. "Look for the other girls you have outside, find more if necessary, and don't come back to this house until you've completely emptied your balls. If you come back here intending to touch a hair... I'll castrate you!" she roared one last time before trying to settle on the couch.

"Maybe I should go," I said before running away to not give Tonks the opportunity to worsen her threats. She looked very sincere. I think she could actually do what she was saying.

Only Andromeda and Tonks were left in the living room, with the mature woman exchanging glances with her daughter for what she had just seen and heard.

"Nymphadora, I don't know what happened, but you can't say those things so freely. How would you feel if he really looked for another woman or got into the habit of street women?" she scolded, trying to make her daughter see that she was wrong. She thought Tenebrius was a good son-in-law, and it would be a waste to lose him like this.

"Let him do it, I feel like I don't want to have sex in my life... or at least for a long time." She remained firm but pitifully, like a little girl after an injection. "You always say you want grandchildren, but if things are going to be like this from now on, I'm more likely to lose the ability to give them to you... at one point, I felt like everything was going to come out," she shuddered.

"Was it that bad?" she asked curiously.

"Yes... it was very bad... and very good... it was the best sex of my life... at first... but it felt so good that I didn't realize how much we were doing it and how much damage I was accumulating. It felt so good that I didn't notice the pain until we stopped, and then... I don't even want to remember it; I thought I would die from the pain. His powers are crap that makes you ignore everything. Besides, that bastard didn't even think about stopping... I think considering becoming one of those Muggle nuns wouldn't be a bad idea," she teared up. "It hurts... or maybe sewing my pussy shut directly..."

"Couldn't you ask him to heal you or do it yourself? Or did they never teach you basic healing spells at Hogwarts?" she questioned, beginning to ignore her daughter's recent complaints. She knew her daughter was venting, although she couldn't help but wonder how intense their experiences must have been for her daughter, whom she knew well, to end up like this.

"I was afraid that if I recovered, he would want to continue..." she confessed fearfully. She didn't want to contemplate how overwhelming it might be if their encounter had lasted longer.

"... he's already gone, so why not just drink a potion instead of continuing to complain," she said somewhat annoyed. She felt sorry for her daughter, but what happened yesterday still haunted her, and she continued to disagree with her daughter giving her son-in-law so much freedom... 'it couldn't be that bad, right?' she thought after recalling what she heard from her daughter the previous night.

"I already drink it..." she said painfully as she placed her hand on her groin slowly, but the mere touch made her wince, and tears escaped. "Hmgg... My little pussy..." she uttered pitifully.

In the end, Tonks tore her clothes in the groin area and began to fan herself with her hand, in full view of her mother, but she didn't care at this moment.

...

Gemma was in my room like the night before, fulfilling her role as sex toy well, doing squats, completely naked on a huge dildo that penetrated her pussy deeply every time it went down. Completely sweaty and with an expression of pain, effort and satisfaction on her face as she saw how the red-haired boy who was sitting in front of her smiled when he saw her.

She was so lost in watching her master enjoy how she impaled herself that she didn't notice that someone appeared behind her and approached with a lascivious look, despite having already released a lot of his lust recently.

Gemma noticed how the Red in front of her disappeared from one moment to the next and then felt how she was pushed forward to end up lying face down on the bed. She didn't have time to look back, as her hips were raised.

"I made you wait" I laughed as I continued with my goal.

Gemma felt a growing happiness as she recognized my voice, a strong emotion that I was finally here to give her what she had, almost strong enough to minimally reduce the growing nervousness at feeling that something was pushing at the entrance to her butt.

"Over...over there?" She asked stutteringly, not wanting to show fear and continue showing me how happy she was to have me.

"Yes, over there" (Red)

Gemma just gritted her teeth to expect the worst, she still remembered when she had her own wand stuck in there... it wasn't pretty, but this was different, now I was her man and I would be the one inside her, even if it hurt.

Gemma's hands clenched the bedsheets tightly as she began to feel my penis force its way inside her. She wanted this to be easier, she even thought about asking me to use a spell to make it easier to enter, no matter what it was, but she decided against it. It was my decision to do it, and if I didn't do it until now it meant that I wanted it that way and she had to accept it.

Gemma bit down hard on the sheets and tried hard not to scream, it hurt, a lot. Her butt was burning, she felt like it was being torn apart, but she did her best to hold on and not complain, this was the price of the love she wanted.

I had the perfect man in the perfect relationship, I would just have to put up with these things and maybe, in the future, be able to enjoy it... after all, this was the way she accepted my love. That's what Gemma thought, she was already very screwed mentally and she put up with what was happening to her.

I was a bit of a son of a bitch. Andra had taught me many things, this was one of them, so she knew well what she did, plus she had [Sexual Arts] so my mistakes would be corrected... but I turned it off and it was making Gemma feel the rawest anal sex there was.

After slowly inserting half of my penis, I gave a push to insert the other half.

"AHHHhhhhmmm!!!" Gemma screamed, but she muffled it against the bed.

I did not respond to her pain and directly began to move, something that did not go unnoticed by my partner, who writhed involuntarily and trembled more and more. I didn't care and continued thrusting hard. I kept fucking Gemma's ass ignoring her screams until I was close to cumming, then I shoved it as deep as I could and painted her insides white... metaphorically.

Gemma moaned in relief and pain, she knew it was over and that meant a little less pain. She was afraid that it would continue, as in previous times, but luckily for her, her ass is saved, for now...

After taking it out and seeing my good work, I sat on the bed and saw Gemma next to me, who was still lying face down with her buttocks up with my cum dripping from her ass.

I laughed a little at the pained sounds she made, but I also made sure to give her a loving kiss for her effort, which filled her with emotions again. I put her to bed better and left a clone to accompany her while I went to do my things.

Gemma would suffer for the rest of the week, especially as I would be using her ass a few more times in that time. It was fun to see her struggle to sit down and have to come up with things. I didn't specifically forbid her to heal, but she knew she had to leave it that way; In the end, she ended up taking it as the pain of love and endured it, trying to hide it as much as possible.

In the library, Penelope was pulling out some books for her studies, being quite busy due to her upcoming O.W.L.s. It was something crucial that she had to overcome; her future could depend a lot on it.

She had a lot on her plate lately, and stress was building up. Fortunately, there was a place where she could study without many issues, and being a "friend" of the creator, she had priority for individual rooms.

She considered it incredible that a first-year could create such a place in Hogwarts. Well, one could argue that it was impressive... there were just a few things she could question, but...

"Hello, Penny..." (Red)

"Ah! Red! What are you doing here?" She startled at my sudden appearance, almost dropping her books.

"I came to see you." (Red)

"Why?" (Penelope)

"Can't I come to see you just because?" (Red)

"No, well, yes, of course, it's just that I'm busy and..." She excused herself awkwardly; she had been so agitated lately that she hadn't been sleeping much, and she wasn't at her 100%.

"I'll keep you company."

"I told you I'm busy; the O.W.L.s are almost here." She declined. For her, I could be as much of a distraction as help. You never knew.

"Well, I'll help you," I said, taking some of her books and heading towards the room I knew she had been using in 'the lair.'

Penelope didn't refuse again; she had seen my abilities in helping with studies, and she would give me a chance. The teaching ability might help a lot when imparting knowledge I already possessed, but for Penelope, it wouldn't be as effective since she didn't have much knowledge about fifth-year topics. Although I could still help her, it wouldn't be as good.

We ended up in one of the rooms used for experiments; Penelope had turned it into her personal study space, privileges of being my friend, so to speak. She arranged the books and started her study, almost without paying attention to me, but I didn't get angry; I knew how important it was for her, after all, she was a Ravenclaw.

To give her an extra boost besides using my teaching ability, I brought out some of the few foods I had cooked and had skills in. [Learning Enhancement +3%], [Mana Regeneration +7%], [Mana Cost Reduction -2%], [Stamina Enhancement +2], [Concentration +3]... several minor effects that could help her.

So, we spent an hour and something without a problem; we could go on for much longer because I had my clones, and Penelope, nearing the end of her fifth year, had more self-study than regular classes, just a few important ones that she wouldn't miss. Many fifth-years chose to do this; Gemma was also doing it, at least until I destroyed her ass. After that, she spent most of the time lying down, waiting to recover for the next time... actually, she didn't care so much about failing anymore; she had everything she needed in this life, me... and the broken ass, although the latter is more of a consequence of the former.

Thinking about Gemma, I couldn't help but get excited again and look at Penelope, who was completely focused on her studies. Perverted ideas were running through my head at this moment.