Nymphadora Tonks Pt. 1

Nymphadora Tonks was horny, but she wasn't looking for just any cock to ride. Tonks wanted someone in particular, and after prodding Harry and Hermione together, she knew she wanted to get some of that action. Everyone else seemed almost willfully oblivious of what Harry was doing to Hermione pretty much every single day.

It wasn't like they were JUST fucking of course. Harry was still working his ass off to stay physically fit (and boy did it show) as well as magically prepared. At Harry's request, Sirius had renovated Grimmauld Place and given it both a dueling room and a muggle gym enhanced by spellwork that Harry himself had done. Hermione had joined him and though it was really only the two of them making use of the muggle gym, Tonks still snuck a few glances once in a while.

She can see why Hermione was so eager to start exercising, because Harry's tight fitting tracksuit bottoms and his sleeveless tank top do very little to hide the musclebound hunk underneath. Of course, seeing Hermione in a sports bra and spandex shorts is its own kind of reward. Tonks has to silence herself a few times to avoid letting them know she's there, once they stop working out and start using the equipment for ANOTHER kind of exercise.

After all, it's not like she could be expected to NOT masturbate to the sight of Harry railing Hermione with his big, thick cock. Still, Tonks was no closer to getting any of that and it was beginning to bother her. She wanted them, both of them. Not just Harry for his dick, but Harry and Hermione for their looks and their personalities and most importantly their sexual stamina, given the way Tonks knows they've been going at it.

As far at the metamorphmagus knows, she's the only one who had a clue to what the two lovebirds were doing. Of course, what Tonks didn't know was that Fleur Delacour also 'had a clue'. A rather large one in fact, as the French Witch's room lay right next to Harry's and Hermione was purposely excluding that wall from the silencing charms she would put up every night.

The beautiful part veela was constantly beset with screams of pleasure, cries of "Master, MORE!" and the banging of headboard against the wall, all night every night. Fleur was slowly losing it, but Tonks didn't know anything about that. That was a story for another time, once Hermione's 'work' on the part veela finally came to head.

This tale on the other hand, was going to reach a satisfying conclusion much faster. Tonks knew she wanted Harry and Hermione to allow her into their bed. She'd flirted with both of them and they each seemed incredibly receptive to her advances… but at the same time, she'd never received an invitation of any kind. It was enough to drive a girl mad.

Finally though, her chance had arrived. Tonks grinned salaciously and licked her lips as she headed towards Harry's room. A half an hour ago, dinner had ended with the two lovebirds parting. Hermione had declared that she was going to Grimmauld Place's study for a time in order to revise some of her summer homework, despite everyone knowing it was probably already beyond perfect. Meanwhile, Harry had decided he was going to lie down and take a nap.

It was Tonks' greatest opportunity and she would have been an idiot not to seize it with both hands. Coming to a stop in front of Harry's door, the metamorphmagus licks her OWN lips for the last time… before carefully morphing them and the rest of her body into a different shape. Luckily there's a large mirror in the hallway, showcasing just how old-fashioned Grimmauld Place really is.

Tonks uses the mirror to make sure she has everything perfect and then smiles. Hermione's beautiful, gorgeous face smiles back to her and with her disguise in place, Tonks moves to the door of Harry's room, easing it open and then shutting it behind her. She quickly casts a locking charm on the thing, but she doesn't notice how her spell simply slides off without truly setting in.

The metamorphmagus is too eager to pay attention to such things, just as she's too eager to realize that she's been set up. Harry and Hermione might have started out more than a little oblivious about each other, but the young couple had grown quite a lot in recent weeks and they're not nearly as dense as they were before. Tonks' interest in the pair was obvious. The witch, with her brightly colored hair, had not exactly been subtle in her desires.

And so Harry and his beloved had set a little bit of a trap for Tonks. Tonks-As-Hermione slowly walks into the room, seeing Harry 'asleep' in his bed and walking over softly. She slips off her shoes and then begins to strip down as well, folding her clothing up carefully and putting it under the bed. There can be no sign that she's not the real Hermione after all.

Once she's completely naked and standing there wearing nothing but Hermione's curvaceous, voluptuous body, Tonks moves to the side of the bed and slowly pulls back the covers. The fact that Harry had stripped down to his boxers for a 'nap' probably should have been a warning sign to the metamorphmagus. Instead though, she found her eyes zeroing in on his bulge. W-was he already hard? Unable to wait any longer, Tonks crawled into bed between Harry's legs. She rested on her knees and her elbows; Hermione's big fat ass lifted up a little into the air behind her as she leaned forward and slowly pulled Harry's boxers back until his cock was released from within them.

As Harry slowly began to wake up from her touch, Tonks found herself near-breathless as she stared at his member for the first time. Oh sure, she'd seen him fuck Hermione a few times in the gym, but more often than not, she didn't really get a good look at his cock before he'd bent the witch over and started plowing. Tonks' little voyeur spot hadn't given her much advance notice as to just how BIG he really was.

Her earlier thought had in fact been wrong. Harry wasn't even remotely hard. This was his size soft and it was already gargantuan. A slight whimper left Tonks throat, before she eep'd as Harry's strong hand closed in her bushy brown hair.

"Hermione?"

He sounded a bit sleepy still. Tonks quickly stifled any further trepidation and plastered a slutty, happy smile on her face as she wrapped Hermione's hands around Harry's soft member and began to stroke.

"Shhh, Master… let your slut please you."

She knew this much at least. Hermione had been quite vocal in the gym. Still, inwardly Tonks is practically freaking out. Even as her Hermione-mask continues to smile and her hands stroke up and down Harry's hardening, GROWING cock, Tonks is left with the realization that the real Hermione swallows, rides, and bounces on this huge piece of bimbo-taming, breeding man meat whenever the slut wants! It's both insane and unfair in Tonks' contradictory mind. Insane that Hermione is expected to take this massive thing whenever Harry gets horny, and unfair that the brunette slut gets to enjoy Harry while no one else does!

Tonks is anxious about what she's about to do, but at the same time she's also more eager than ever, her heart pounding in her chest and her pussy growing wet. So focused on Harry's growing cock as she is, Tonks doesn't even notice the door to Harry's room opening. The real Hermione slips inside and with a bit of silent magic, the beautiful brunette locks the door. Unlike Tonks' spell, this one actually sticks.

Meanwhile, even if she'd wanted to look around, Harry has finally woken up and decided not to let her anymore. Tonks' eyes widen a bit as Harry grips her hair tightly with both hands and pulls her lips to his giant pecker. The musclebound wizard rubs his cockhead all up and down her face and the eager metamorphmagus moans, letting her lips, Hermione's big full, plump red lips, spread open for Harry to slide his dick in between.

"That's a good girl; take it all for me now."

Harry mutters the words even as Tonks tries to fit more and more of his monstrous cock into her mouth. She still feels a flood of arousal at the demeaning words and her pussy grows even wetter. Unfortunately, she's struggling to take Harry past the back of her throat. She almost wished the young man would just face fuck her already, but now that he had her lips wrapped around his cock, Harry was letting her control the pace, and clearly expecting her to do whatever the real Hermione could do.

Tonks' eyes wandered down the length of Harry's giant shaft and then they widened at what she saw at the base of it. There was a very distinct ring of red lipstick at the very bottom of Harry's huge schlong, wrapped around the base of his member. Given just how much sex they had, Hermione must have put it there around lunch time or such, as Tonks hadn't seen the girl blow Harry during their morning work out where she'd jilled off to the sight of them once again fucking.

"You fantastic little Auror slut."

Still, seeing Hermione's lipstick at the very base of Harry's shaft when Tonks could barely get four inches of his giant cock in her mouth was a bit intimidating. She whimpered as she did her best to give Harry more of her throat, but that didn't stop her from gagging on it.

"Gagkh. Gagkh. Gagkh."

"Come on, do the DMLE proud you fucking whore, get deeper now."

Harry's words left her feeling humiliated and degraded, his attack of her position and her organization making her so damn wet. She did as he bade, forcing herself to take more of him down his throat… only to realize what exactly he'd been saying. Tonks stops immediately and Harry's grip loosens enough for her to pull her mouth off of his dick as she looks at his smug, grinning face in shock.

She knows she's still wearing Hermione's body. Her tits aren't this big and she can feel the extra weight in her wider hips and fatter ass. Hermione has really become quite the voluptuous woman and Tonks in the form that she usually hangs out in, doesn't compare to that. And yet somehow Harry knows anyways?

The metamorphmagus is flabbergasted as he grins wickedly down at her. Then she hears a familiar voice from behind her as long, feminine hands take the place of Harry's in Tonks' hair.

"Did he say you could stop slut?"

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It was a bit of a shock to step into the room and come face to face with one's doppelganger, but Hermione had managed to stifle the gasp that had threatened to escape her throat. Tonks looked good as her and the brunette witch had immediately assumed the metamorphmagus had taken some liberties with her appearance. She'd slowly approached the bed, even as Harry made a show of waking up. Like Tonks, she stripped naked before crawling on while the metamorphmagus was distracted with trying and failing to deep throat Harry's cock.

Then Harry had started to give the game away with his dirty talk and it had been amusing to see just how long it took Tonks to catch onto the fact that he knew exactly who she was. Seeing the other witch had stopped sucking and was now just staring at Harry in abject shock, Hermione knew it was her turn to make a move.

"Did he say you could stop slut?"

And then almost viciously, Hermione forced Tonks' gaping mouth back over Harry's cock. The beautiful brunette witch grinned wickedly as she fucked Tonks' face on Harry's humungous cock. Seeing 'herself' get throat-fucked was certainly an interesting experience.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Again and again, down Tonks went. Looking to her Master and the love of her life for approval, Hermione saw Harry watching the scene with lidded eyes, a dark look of lust and desire in his gaze. He made no move to interrupt the moment though, allowing Hermione to force Tonks in her form down all the way to the base of Harry's dick.

The metamorphmagus' eyes rolled back in her head as her lips finally pressed around the same spot as Hermione had left a ring of red lipstick earlier. The choking and gagging petered off as Tonks simply failed to get any air at all, hands scrambling for a brief moment at Harry's thighs before falling off. The witch's body, changed to look like Hermione, spasms and shakes and jiggles even as her throat convulses around the massive shaft going down it.

That's the moment when Harry cums, right as Hermione is sure she has Tonks on the edge of unconsciousness. His seed explodes down the witch's throat and ultimately comes back up and out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth. When Hermione finally pulls her doppelganger away from her lover's huge dick, Tonks is a twitching mess, eyelashes fluttering up and down, her face an absolute ruin of cum and slobber and saliva.

And yet, even as her body continues to shake, Hermione realizes that Tonks is climaxing right there on the spot. The whorish metamorphmagus is orgasming from nothing but being forced to deep throat Harry's dick. Damn that's hot. Still, now that she's not so focused on dominating the pretty little slut that had the audacity to try and trick her Master, Hermione takes the time to actually look at Tonks' "Hermione".

"… You really took a lot of liberties here Tonks. I'm not nearly this hot. How did you ever expect to convince Harry that you were me?"

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