Chapter 5

As the 2 Weasley wives stared down the length of their wands at Harry and Gabrielle's nude and... intimately entwined forms, a murderous scowl began growing on Fleur Weasley's stunningly beautiful face.

"Gabrielle," Harry snapped out in his most authority filled tone of voice. "Tell your sister the truth! Tell her what you and Belle have done and what just happened!" Even as he made that demand, he continued to spray cum into Gabrielle's wide open mouth, across her face and into her hair…

"Belle, ze persona be-'ind my rare and powerful proto Veela transformation, abducted 'Arry, attempted to force 'iim to mate wiz 'er, and made 'iim angry as a result," Gabrielle explained with a blissed out smile on her cum and mascara stained face. "Now 'Arry as decided zat 'ee will get revenge on us by raping a baby eento me against my will... 'Ee claims zat 'ee's going to knock me up..."

It was only because Harry knew Fleur very, very well that he managed to block the blisteringly fast high impact curse aimed directly at his face with one of the MIMM manacles and then use the momentum generated by the curse to desperately roll across the room.

Well… Fuck…

After using the speed of his roll to bounce up to his feet and then leaping to the side several times to dodge all of Fleur's follow up curses, Harry squared up with the furious Veela and began deflecting the bludgeoning spells away from his body using the manacles. Only then, when he was on his feet and actively defending himself, did he turn in Gabrielle's direction and give the woman a very hard look. "I've broken free of your Jedi mind tricks now Belle! If you want me to have anything to do with you in the future then you need to cooperate with me in return! Command Tonks to drop to her knees with her hands locked together behind her back! Do it now!"

"Tonks, do what 'Arry just described," Belle almost immediately called out in her eerie but beautiful two toned voice.

And then Tonks was collapsing to her knees with her arms locked behind her back and Fleur was pausing her attack to give her sister in-law a questioning look.

"Belle used that same voice power to demand that I mate with her, and Gabrielle played along," Harry explained as clearly as he could. "I said anything and everything that I thought would buy me some time for you to re-summon me, I also managed to avoid cumming inside of your little sister… You're welcome!"

With a mouth that was suddenly opening and shutting at irregular intervals, Fleur looked back and forth between Harry and Gabrielle for almost half a minute. Finally, she seemed to snap out of her daze, lowered her wand, and moved to crouch at her little sister's side. "Gabby," she whispered in a very calm and soothing voice… "Are 'Arry's words true?"

After slowly rising up to a seated position, Gabrielle stared back into her sister's eyes for several seconds before biting her lip, scowling and then nodding.

"Will 'ou talk to me about eet," Fleur whispered as she conjured a robe for her sister to wear.

"................'Arry ees mine...….Zere ees nozzing else to say...."

"Ahem," Harry loudly interrupted. "Enough of the jealous, sulky bullshit Gabrielle! Your sister loves you to little pieces and deserves to understand why you're upset with her. Tell her of the Black Lake. Tell her about your parent's decision. Tell her about the Pensieve memory."

When Harry's hard, commanding stare was eventually enough to make Gabrielle nod her head in agreement, he decided to give the sisters a moment alone, and moved across the room to sit on the floor next to Tonks.

"Helluvaday huh," the Metamorph offered with a crooked little grin on her classically beautiful black family facial features.

As a result of Harry going way out of his way to both flatter and completely objectify the outrageous sex appeal of Tonks's baseline appearance, the woman had slowly become willing to adopt the look exclusively for Harry and Fleur's enjoyment. She'd even admitted to him after the fact that her husband Charlie had never seen her in her normal baseline appearance. Apparently she'd used a somewhat similar body and bone structure during the times that she wanted her husband to think she was relaxing her powers, but she'd never felt truly comfortable looking like a younger version of Bellatrix Lestrange. According to Tonks, the only reason that she didn't try to do the same thing with Harry was because she'd known that he'd sense her transformative magic still in effect. Harry could only shake his head at the woman. Tonks was an absolutely gorgeous ravenette with long wavy hair and an obscenely curvy body fit for the cover of men's magazines. The idea that she had a complex about her appearance was absolutely ridiculous.

Of course, one of the most attractive aspects of Tonks as a person was on display even as the 2 of them just sat there. The woman was obviously, noticeably, entirely unbothered by how she was currently stuck on her knees with her arms tightly restrained behind her back. She was at ease with her current situation in a way that only an honest to Gods, dyed in the wool, perverted freak could be. Harry was a huge fan, and he let the woman know it by rubbing at her lower back in an affectionate manner.

"That's really nice Harry," Tonks murmured as they watched the two Veela sisters whisper meaningfully to each other off in the distance. "You knooow… I am stuck like this. I'm stuck in a completely defenceless, perfectly submissive, blowjob position…"

"No can do Tonks. Harry quietly replied with a soft smile on his face. "When Fleur and Gabrielle finally finish that little conversation of theirs, I might actually end up looking like the victim in a situation for the first time in a very looong time. That's not an image I'll get to enjoy for very long if the girls turn back in this direction and find my cock shoved down your defenceless little throat…"

"Ah… I see," Tonks allowed with a nod of her head.

"Thanks for understanding," Harry responded with a nod of his own.

".............Pussy....."

Snicker, giggle x2…..

When their quiet round of laughter finally came to an end, Harry allowed his hand to drop to the Metamorph's butt to give it a firm little pinch. "Find an excuse to stick around today, and I'll find a way to thank you for coming to my rescue..."

"Fleur collected me from the Department Of Mysteries main office by claiming that there was an ICW emergency requiring a Metamorph," Tonks breathed out in a noticeably excited voice. "I'm good to go…"

"Careful Tonks… Your slutwife is leaking out," Harry quietly admonished with a sly little grin on his face.

"Says the buck ass naked guy with the big fat beautifully erect dick," Tonks immediately whispered back. "Are you sure you don't want to just fuck my mouth right here right now, because I can…"

Then Tonks's question was interrupted when Fleur suddenly helped Gabrielle up to her feet and began half carrying the woman in their direction. The youngest Delacour's wings, feathers, pointed ears and white hair were all gone now, and in their place was a strawberry blonde girl with a noticeably haggard look on her angelic little face. It appeared that Gabrielle's Veela transformation had run its course for now, leaving a state of near complete magic exhaustion in its wake.

As if Gabrielle's transformation back to normal was a release of some kind, Tonks suddenly found that her arms and legs were free to move again, and she shook out her body before rising back to her feet.

Harry, likewise, rose to his feet and then forced himself to look unconcerned by his continued nudity. Oddly enough, the fact that he was as naked as the day he was born still managed to be just a little bit awkward, even given the fact that he'd slept with all 3 of the women in the room. Thankfully, the sight of Gabrielle looking so unwell was enough to make his cock finally calm the fuck down.

Small mercies…

"Ze 2 of us," Fleur gestured between herself and Gabrielle. "Aren't een a very good place. We're at odds for ze very first time ever. Zat being said, at least now I understand what ze problem ees. Gabrielle 'as agreed zat we need to go speak to our mozzer regarding 'er transformation and 'ow she's eemprinted upon 'ou…"

Harry and Tonks nodded their understanding without a word.

Very suddenly, Fleur's eyes widened and she pulled out a complicated runic array from a bag hanging at her waist. Over the following ten seconds all 7 of the remaining MIMM regalia dropped from Harry's limbs to clatter across the floor.

Immediately and dramatically, Harry's core magic filled the entire room to capacity, to the point that his hair floated on end and his eyes radiated an emerald energy for several moments before finally settling back down.

All of the women in the room shivered from top to bottom as what felt like an electric current of sensation traveled all throughout their nervous systems and then settled into their nether regions.

"So Lord Deacon was kicked off of the Council for antagonizing me then?" Harry's words weren't really even a question. There was far too much certainty in his tone.

"You knew," Fleur murmured as if to herself.

"I noticed that the Council as a whole wasn't all that upset with me, but that they were allowing Deacon enough rope to hang himself," Harry offered in return. "I'll stop by your office tomorrow to officially get myself exonerated, and hear the most recent news regarding Gabrielle."

At first Fleur merely nodded her head in an absentminded fashion. The woman was extremely upset with her current situation and that much was obvious. Then she slowly opened her mouth, shut it, drew in a deep breath and sighed. "Oui. Yes. I'll see 'ou een my office tomorrow just before noon."

With a small nod of his own, Harry conjured himself another black suit, dress pants and dress shoes combo, but with no tie and a white shirt that was unbuttoned at the top. "Good then. If you need anything from me overnight, you can find me at the old Potter Estate."

"You're not going back to Mars for ze night?" Fleur was surprised. "Harry almost never slept on Earth.

"I don't know exactly what Appoline is going to recommend regarding Gabrielle, but I suspect it'll involve me somehow," Harry offered with a shrug. "I'm not eager to be force summoned a third time in a single day, so I'll stay overnight at a location where you can easily reach me."

"Zat's… very pragmatic," Fleur slowly replied. "I was going to say kind, but your rationale eesn't based on generosity."

Harry didn't argue. Kind wasn't how he'd describe himself anymore either. He tended to avoid that particular character trait. Back when he was young, it had caused him nothing but trouble…

Under normal circumstances, Fleur tended to kiss Harry on the cheek before leaving, with the understanding that he'd grab her and press several more very thorough kisses upon her. She didn't do so today. Today she had her younger sister in attendance and furious at her for reasons that they both knew were completely unreasonable. It was… a mess. With a short but warm hug for Tonks and a meaningful look at Harry, Fleur gathered a very tired Gabrielle into her arms and then side-along Apparated the two of them to her parent's house in the enclave.

Pop!!

And then Harry and Tonks were alone.

After turning in Tonks's direction, closing his eyes for several moments and rubbing his chin thoughtfully, Harry suddenly opened his eyes, smiled, and then waved his hand to conjure the woman a brand new wardrobe. In a blur of rapidly appearing objects, Tonks found herself wearing a slim silver tiara on her head, and a pair of priceless blue diamond earrings in both of her ears. Likewise her body was covered in a skin tight, shimmering black dress with hundreds of blue gemstones sewn into the short flared out skirt. The tiara dress combo made her look like the heiress of a billion dollar corporation or at the very least a third Princess from a small, out of the way, magical kingdom.

Tonks looked both up and down at her new super swanky getup and then back at Harry with a newly curious look in her eyes.

"I just banished your DOM armor back to the Potter estate," Harry cheerfully explained. "Let's go get a few drinks at a very out of the way Eastern European dance club that I've been hearing about.

"Which country in Eastern Europe," Tonks immediately asked with a very, very arched eyebrow.

"It's a very popular establishment in Romania named Erickson's," Harry offered with a carefully bland expression on his face.

"What are you trying to pull Harry? You know very well that Charlie works in Romania and frequents that particular club most nights with his buddies…" By this point, Tonks was beginning to look just a little bit leery of Harry's plan…

"If, for instance, we do run into your errant husband and his friends, we'll be fine," Harry assured Tonks with a smile that was both evil and knowing. "Charlie Weasley has never met his wife in the form that she's currently adopting and especially not dressed in a mixture of old money and sophistication. He also has no reason to know what Bellatrix Lestrange looked like as a woman in her twenties. Still… If, by some fluke of the imagination, the man does figure out who you are, I promise to make him unrealize it, over and over and over again..."

And just like that, all of Tonks's reservations suddenly melted away, and her face flushed a vibrant red in her rapidly growing arousal. "Gods above Harry… It's exactly as I thought it'd be with you. You're sooo bad, so hard, so... exciting... We.. We better get moving then, before I ruin your plan by accident. I'm sooooo fucking hot for you right now…"

"Come here then," Harry demanded in a quiet but assertive tone. Then he was extending his arms around Tonks' waist as she stepped up in front of him and pressed herself flush to his body.

"You forgot to give me panties," Tonks whispered as she pressed her cheek into Harry's chest and cupped both of his ass cheeks in her hands.

"No I didn't... It's been several years since I forgot anything…"

"Merlin…"

Pop!!

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Without any noise to announce their sudden arrival, Harry and Tonks found themselves in the back alley between an industrial warehouse and what looked like a Muggle tattoo parlour. Harry didn't hesitate or have to look around. He knew exactly where he was going and exactly what he was doing. Taking a hold of Tonks's hand, he drew her along to a door shaped patch of bricks that stood out in the warehouse wall, and he tapped the nearby cement in a very specific rhythm.

Unlike the Diagon Alley entrance bricks that had to whirl as they receded in an elaborately wasteful event, this door simply materialized out of thin air and then opened for them exactly like a door is supposed to do. It was a little bit anticlimactic perhaps, but when you live full time in the magical world you stop seeking ways to senselessly show off through the use of mundane objects. Harry was quite happy to have a door act as a door, and he proved that by drawing Tonks to his side and walking down the stairs within. As soon as they moved inside and passed by a soundproofing ward, loud rhythmic bass music began thumping against their eardrums and vibrating the walls. Dark blue and purple neon lights shone on every wall, lights of every color floated across the room back and forth and people jostled each other in their hurry to get on and off the various dance floors. This was a nightclub exactly like any nightclub, with the exception that everything within it ran and worked on magic rather than electricity.

As the fast paced bassy beat in the background settled in upon their bodies, Tonks's hips started to sway back and forth enticingly, her hand started sliding up and down Harry's thigh, and the excitement in her eyes grew to nearly manic levels. "You do plan to dance with me, right Harry?"

"Of course we're going to dance," Harry replied with an incredulous look on his face. "I'll leave it to you whether we have a drink or hit the dance floor fiiiirst..." Of course, by the time Harry finished grunting out that last word, he was being dragged towards the dance floor by a completely ecstatic Metamorph, and he was being pulled through a throng of very interested bystanders. Even in the dim neon lighting of the dance club, Harry Potter was still a very recognizable person, and he had a lot of people staring at him by the time Tonks was satisfied with their location. Then she was turning back around and catching sight of all the people staring in their direction, and she bit her bottom lip in a sudden bout of indecision.

"I'm a very powerful wizard Tonks. If I put in the effort I could've pulled off something similar to Metamorphmagery and made myself completely unrecognizable," Harry whispered down into the woman's ear. "Do you know why I didn't alter my appearance before coming here?"

Tonks began blushing just a bit in anticipation of Harry's compliment, but she shook her head in a negative anyway.

"I'm not the least bit modest or humble anymore," Harry explained as he lightly dragged his lips down the side of Tonks's cheek. "I don't see the point in having the most beautiful woman in the entire building in my arms, if no one even knows that it's me…"

And then Tonks had her arms wrapped around the back of Harry's neck and she was swaying her body to the music in a way that was both artistic and overtly sexual. As quickly as Harry managed to loop his arms around the woman's back in return, she was still one step ahead of him in her enthusiasm. She leaned down to rip two buttons off of his white shirt with her teeth, tearing open the shirt's collar even further and exposing his chest. Then she began kissing, licking and nibbling on his chin, neck, shoulders and chest, all without ever losing the rhythm of her dancing. For the next few fast paced and electric club songs, Tonks rubbed her dress covered pussy up and down Harry's thighs, pressed her breasts flush to his chest, and ran her hands along every inch of his muscular body. Then, when Harry turned out to be an excellent dancer, and managed to keep up with her enthusiastic movements, she suddenly lost herself in her excitement, curled a hand in his hair and dragged his head down towards her face.

While Harry was vaguely aware that he was still keeping rhythm with Tonks in their dancing, for the most part he just allowed his mouth to form a wide smile as it was pulled down towards his partner's lips. Then she was planting a hungry and intense series of kisses on him and her tongue was demanding all of his attention. It was a good thing that the woman was such a phenomenal dancer, because Harry suddenly found himself completely preoccupied with both her mouth and her luscious tits pressed firmly into his chest.

When the frantic and rapid-fire series of tongue filled kisses suddenly came to an end, it was only so that Tonks could turn around and then grind her ass back against Harry's increasingly obvious bulge. Her left hand immediately started roaming up and down his thigh and cupping his ass, while her right hand moved back up to sift through the curls of his hair in an exceedingly intimate fashion. Without a single moment's hesitation, Harry allowed his hands to possessively wrap around both Tonks's slim little tummy and her upper thigh. Of course the hand that he placed on her stomach started migrating up towards her tits, and the hand that he placed on her leg started rubbing at her inner thigh. Within no time at all, Harry's daring caused Tonks to respond in kind, groping and grabbing at him with increasing levels of excitement and desperation. Then she really decided to go for gold and the hand that she had rubbing at his thigh disappeared behind her back.

When Tonks's hand splayed out against his stomach muscles and started sliding down underneath his belt, Harry suddenly leaned in to whisper into the woman's ear. "If we continue this right here on the dance floor, we're missing out on an opportunity. Come with me, I have something to show you..." Then Harry was drawing Tonks off of the dance floor and across the club towards a sitting area in the back. As they moved deeper into this sitting area, the volume of the music dimmed through the use of both Muggle acoustics and barrier magic until finally it was merely a normal background volume that you could tap your feet to. Then they were at an archway leading to an area full of VIP tables and Harry stopped them for a moment.

"Give me just one moment and then everything will be prepared," Harry murmured as he closed his eyes and waved his hand towards the room beyond. Then, with a sharp thump of the man's magic that Tonks managed to actually feel because she was touching him, Harry's luminous green eyes reopened, and he smiled. "It's time Princess. Let's head in there."

Entering the fully occupied VIP area, Harry drew Tonks to a recessed booth style table arrangement against a wall. The owner of the bar had clearly been anticipating their arrival because the table contained an extremely expensive looking bottle of wine and Harry's full name was displayed on a large paper placard.

That's when Tonks saw the "opportunity" that Harry had been referring to, and her entire body started vibrating with excitement.

Across a 3-4 meter aisle gap in the tables, was another, recessed VIP table that held a very familiar group of men and women. It was Charlie Weasley and all of his friends from work drinking and carrying on. What's more, they all appeared to be waiting for Harry to walk over to his table…

Harry felt the exact moment that Tonks recognized both the direction and the theme of his plan, in the way that her newly trembling arms immediately wrapped possessively around his waist and her lips suddenly pressed a quick but intimate kiss into the side of his neck. Nymphadora Weasley was on board with his plan. What's more, judging by the sudden heat coming off of her body and the way that she was clutching at his arm, she was losing her Godsdamned mind in arousal and was extraordinarily happy with him…

"The great and powerful Harry Potter," Charlie Weasley sarcastically called out in a slightly drunken voice as Harry slid into the recessed table across from them. "If I recall correctly, you were just a tiny little pissant, and a mediocre wizard with delusions of grandeur... Looks like nothing's changed…"

After slipping down into the booth directly behind Harry, Tonks climbed atop his legs to straddle his lap, and then turned to stare at Charlie and his friends as if they were worms. "Should I have zat unsightly, unkempt, uncouth, uneducated, unvorthy, eensignificant, peasant killed, my Lord," she offered in an imperious Russian accent that made her sound like a high ranking member of a noble family.

"That's not necessary Princess," Harry consoled in a completely relaxed tone of voice. "The man merely hates me on behalf of his younger sister, who he believes I've wronged."

"I don't believe anything, I know it," Charlie called out in a belligerent tone of voice. "You used her body rotten and then broke her heart like the asshole you are!"

After sliding into her new Russian royalty role as if she was born to it and aided by how Harry was calling her Princess, Tonks stared imperiously into Harry's eyes in a fashion that demanded answers.

"His sister was dosing me with Amortentia love potions the entire time we were dating," Harry explained with a shrug.

"Ah, I see... So zis delusional and slovenly leetle man supports ze actions of his rapist sister zen," Tonks loudly called out as if she was experiencing a eureka moment.

"Oooooooohhhhhhh," all of Charlie's friends immediately called out, proving that work friends everywhere are only as loyal as the circumstances.

"Why I oughta," Charlie yelled out as he attempted to rise to his feet, only to fail to even budge for seemingly no reason, and then forget that he even tried just a half a second later....

"What are you doing in Romania anyway Harry?" One of Charlie's male coworkers called out when his attempt to get up for more drinks failed and was immediately forgotten.

After lightly pinching Harry's thigh to let him know that she was going to answer the question, Tonks turned to regard the people that were staring at them from the nearby tables. It appeared that they'd caught the attention of all of the people drinking in the room and were officially the center of attention. Good. It was showtime... "Lord Potter ees een zis region at ze behest of my fazzer, ze King," Tonks announced in a snooty and imperious tone. "He was called upon to exterminate a dark cult zat was releasing hordes of feral vampires to feast on ze citizens of my country. Now zat my Lord has vanquished zese evil men and destroyed every seengle one of ze vampires, zere ees but one final task zat he's promised to perform for ze benefit of my Kingdom… and I'm very… very eager to finally get started..."

In their drunken state, with a really interesting story in the offing, and under a strong magical compulsion to obediently stay in their seats, not one of Charlie's fair-weather friends thought to ask which magical Kingdom Tonks was referring to. Instead, the question that left their chosen spokesman's mouth ended up being the obvious one… "Sooooo… What is this final task you're talking about?"

"Ensuring zat ze next generation of ze royal family ees genetically superior een... every… seengle... way," Tonks replied in a desperately hungry tone of voice. Then she was running her hands up and down the front of Harry's body as if they were alone and not in front of nearly a hundred people.

"Wait… what?!"

"No way dude, is she serious?! Here?!"

"Are they really about to?.. Noohohooway!"

"Merlin, Charlie, you've been so unbelievably full of shit all these years," one of his female coworkers accused, as she squirmed in her chair, watching the stunning Princess type throw herself at the Harry Potter right there, just three meters away from them.

Above and beyond having his friends disrespect him and experiencing a profound sense of helplessness that he simply couldn't describe, Charlie also found himself feeling unnaturally possessive of this Russian Princess for reasons that he couldn't figure out. She was familiar… She was… It was there... It was gone... Whatever it was, it was teasing Charlie's mind like a white rabbit running through snow… What was it about that woman?!...

As amusing as both Tonks's story and Charlie's half successful attempts at recognizing his own wife were, Harry was only half paying attention to any of that. What he was paying attention to was how Tonks's hands were a blur of motion, tearing open his white dress shirt and undoing the clasp on his belt. The woman was completely committed to acting out her little scenario now, and was leaking pussy juices into the material of his dress pants even as she stripped him. That's why he wasn't the least bit surprised when she suddenly reached down into his wide open fly and slowly began pulling his fully hard cock out from where it was filling the right thigh of his pants. In the end, it took her nearly 10 entire seconds to wrestle his dick out of his pants, at which point the din of people talking at the nearby tables suddenly became quite a bit louder.

"What?! No way! That's fucking bullshit man!

"Where's the Justice?"

"He'd split my pussy right in half…"

"Worth it though…"

"Good Gods above! My Lord... Your erect penis ees so long and thick. Your testicles are so round and heavy. Your sex ees so magnificent," Tonks breathed out in a blissfully happy little voice. True to her words, she'd already begun lovingly rubbing her hands up and down the length of his shaft and gently massaging his balls as if they were the most important thing in the entire world to her. She worshipped his dick with her hands and her unblinking stare as she slowly gyrated her ass atop his thighs.

Not one to be idle in situations such as this, Harry slowly rubbed his hands up Tonks's legs, to her thighs, and then to the hem of her dress, so that he could start dragging it up above the wonderful globes of her ass. "I'm pleased that you approve of me, my Lady," he stage whispered for the benefit of the nearby tables. "If I'm big, if I'm hard, it's only because you're so unbelievably beautiful. As a rule, I don't allow myself to be bred by any of the royal families that approach me, but with you, I just couldn't make myself walk away..."

"A fact zat I am exceedingly grateful for," Tonks stage whispered in return. "I zink… I vill prove just how grateful I really am, right here… right now." After kissing Harry hard on the mouth and then rising up off of his lap, Tonks banished the booth table several feet away with her wand and then dropped to a squat between Harry's thighs. The fact that her wide open thighs hiked up the hem of her dress to reveal her thick ass and wet little pussy to their audience only served to make her that much more excited.

"A Princess such as yourself need not service me like this my Lady," Harry pointed out even as he sidled his ass closer to the edge of their couch. "I wouldn't want the people observing us to believe that you're anything but a dignified and sophisticated young Lady…"

"But I must do zis, my Lord," Tonks breathed out against Harry's cock, drawing his shaft towards her face with both of her massaging hands so that his crown was rubbing against her slightly parted lips. "Mine ees no simple form of gratitude Harry... Eet eesn't even a simple form of devotion... I pine for you vith my entire being... I ache for you deep eenside vhere my womb resides… I know my place… I know my role... I vill service you... I vill take you deep eenside of me... I vill carry your children... I vill join ze ranks of your harem… I vill pamper you for life..."

"Wait! What?! Join the ranks of his harem, his women plural," Charlie suddenly called out in an extremely affronted tone. "Harry Potter's not worthy of that kind of attention from you! He's not worth sacrificing your happiness for! You could find more devotion from any other man in this room! You could have someone's undivided attention!"

"Silence eengrate," Tonks immediately demanded in an ice cold and unforgiving tone of voice. "Do not presume to act as eef my happiness has any-zing to do wiz ze likes of you. You speak to me of devotion, of attention, and yet I see zat you yourself are vearing a wedding ring. Vhere ees zis wife of yours, hypocrite? Why are you getting drunk een a nightclub wiz a large number of seengle young ladies and not at home actually being a husband?"

With everyone that was sitting at his table giving him newly awkward glances, Charlie had no idea what to say or do in response to the Princess's words. Every single one of his coworkers knew that he barely ever went home and rarely spared his wife a single thought. Then, in a single powerfully twisted moment, Charlie began experiencing that knowing feeling again, and it was far stronger this time than it had ever been before. A maddening sensation that he knew exactly who this raven haired Princess was, was clawing desperately at his brain, and yet it was refusing to find purchase in his conscious mind. The only thing that he did know for sure was that watching the beautiful Princess make a public spectacle of worshipping Harry Potter's unbelievably huge dick was like rubbing salt directly into a bleeding wound, and he couldn't for the life of him nail down the reason why...

"Judging by your lack of reaction just now, eet ees exactly as I thought," Tonks concluded with a disdainful shake of her head. "Eet ees official. Observing ze moment when Lord Potter fills my belly vith child vill be ze closest zat a miscreant such as yourself vill ever get to pleasing a Lady, and only because I desire many, many witnesses...."

Snicker… chuckle…. giggle… snort…

By this point, Harry had a hand softly rubbing Tonks's head as if in consolation. "My Lady… Let me be clear. Charlie Weasley's opinion means less to me than the urine currently staining his pants. I am however enormously touched by your care and concern. Let us find somewhere less… public, where I will... fuuhhuuck..."

Harry's completely fake suggestion was completely derailed, exactly as they both knew it would be, when Tonks suddenly returned her entire attention back to his cock. With no hesitation whatsoever, she leaned in to give both of his testicles several sloppy kisses, tongued her way up the length of his shaft and then spread her lips around his massive flared out head. By the time Harry stopped growling out a very long, very low F-bomb, Tonks was devotedly shoving more and more of his cock down her poor, continuously resisting throat.

Harry was extremely impressed with Tonks's acting skills, as she could, and had in the past, taken his entire cock down her throat with absolutely no trouble whatsoever. No… The struggle that Tonks was currently putting herself through on his dick, was purely to keep up appearances in front of their audience. The woman was gagging, the woman was choking, the woman was gurgling, but the woman was persevering…

It was official. Harry had completely underestimated Tonks before on the cruise ship. As it turns out, she was an absolutely brilliant actor...

In order to play his role in Tonks's little drama, and because she really was deserving of some TLC, Harry dropped his hand to cup the side of her face, and stared adoringly down into her eyes as she glucked and wheezed on the length of his cock. "You're a Goddess, Princess," he praised with admiration plain to hear in his voice. "Your gorgeous little mouth is superb and you're getting better and better with every passing second."

And just like how Harry was describing it, Tonks really was getting better and better by the second, to the point that it looked like she was a veteran at giving head after just a single minute and then a cock sucking pro after little more than 2. Soon enough, Tonks was right back into the swing of things, bobbing up and down the length of Harry's dick with her sharply sucking mouth hollowed out around his shaft, her tongue twining in intimate circles around his head, and her eyes trained up at his face as if to hypnotize him. With deft and almost unconscious movements, she peeled Harry's pants out from under his ass and dragged them down his legs, all without ever pausing in her blowjob. Then she was fondling Harry's balls and pawing at both of his thighs as if she just couldn't touch him enough for her satisfaction.

"Princess… If you continue sucking my cock with that much skill and sex appeal, I'm going to cum down that gorgeous little throat of yours, which is why I insist that you stop," Harry growled with his hands cupping both of Tonks's cheeks. "I'm not merely trying to be gentle with you Princess. Truly, I fully intend to release every ounce of my seed balls deep inside that perfect little pussy of yours over and over again until it sticks. I don't plan on cumming anywhere else but directly into your womb until after we've confirmed that you're expecting."

Tonks's body immediately shivered from head to toe in high arousal at the intensity in Harry's voice, but so did all of the other women sitting throughout the VIP area… Then her mouth was being pulled off of the end of Harry's cock by his tightly restraining hands and her heart felt like it was going to explode in her chest. "My Lord please," she gasped out as soon as Harry's cock popped out of her mouth. "I request that you let me ride you to start… You're just so… Your penis ees completely gigantic…"

All around the room, various different women immediately started nodding their heads in understanding. They didn't have a single Godsdamned clue why they were all just sitting still and obediently watching all of this happen, but they did understand Tonks's words.

With a silent nod of his own, Harry rose to his feet, stripped naked, put their bottle of wine on the couch and then lay down on the table with the top of his head facing Charlie's table. Several gasps and small breathless murmurs came from women all around the room, in response to Harry's physique and muscle tone.

Once again, all of the men were conspicuously silent…

Rising to her feet at Harry's side, Tonks climbed up onto the table, straddled Harry's thighs, took a hold of his cock again and then looked down into his eyes. "Please be patient vith me, my Lord," she panted out in a voice that contained nearly out of control lust and desperation. "I fear my virginal leetle pussy ees no match for zis…zis cock of yours. I fear eet might take me several minutes to… stretch myself..."

Rising to a seated position and cupping one of Tonks's cheeks, Harry splayed out his free hand atop her tiny little belly. "Never fear Princess. You are becoming one of my women. You need not worry about such things as pain or fear… I'm performing a spell that will ease and heal the loss of your virginity and help you take every inch of my cock for the very first time."

With a brilliantly acted look of both relief and elation, Tonks gasped as if Harry had gifted her a puppy, threw her arms around his shoulders, and kissed him hard on the mouth. Then she was drawing her tight black dress up over her shoulders, throwing it to the couch as if it was trash, and pushing Harry back down onto his back with her newly naked body. "I cannot vait even a moment longer, my Lord," she whimpered somehow loudly into the newly silent room. "I cannot be wizzout you deep eenside of me for even a second longer."

"Take me then," Harry replied with his hands running up the woman's thighs to cup around her ass and lower back. "You will see. I promise that you'll feel no pain or lasting discomfort…"

Rising vertical upon Harry's thighs with a completely manic expression upon her still somehow innocent face, Tonks drew Harry's cock straight up into the air, rose to the max height that she could reach upon her knees, and began rubbing the man's cockhead up and down the length of her soaking wet, pink and puffy little pussylips. "Do you feel how horny I am for you, my Lord," Tonks stage whispered as she ran one of her hands up the length of Harry's muscular body to his chest. "My pussy has been dripping for you seence ze very first moment I saw you een my fazzer's castle. Ze eensignificant man zat I was eentended to marry can't even hope to compare to you, he can't even begin to measure up. My… body… ees… yours!" Seemingly by chance, Tonks was staring directly into Charlie's eyes during the moment when she described how her intended didn't measure up. Then, when she finished yelling out the word yours, she quickly impaled her tightly clinging pussylips around Harry's senselessly large cockhead and continued to eagerly hump her newly shaking hips lower and lower along the length of his shaft.

"Gods! My Gods! My Lord! My God! So long! So thick! So perfect! Full! I'm so full! I'm being stretched! I'm being ruined by your caawwwk," Tonks squealed with her head hanging back on her shoulders and her wild eyes staring up at the ceiling. Her body, likewise, was shaking and shuddering with every fresh inch of Harry's cock that she managed to take within her body, making her tits, ass and thighs shake in mesmerizingly sexual ways. About a minute after she began cramming Harry's dick inside of her, she finally managed to hump herself down over three quarters of his length. This was around the time when her belly began showing a little indent just above her belly button where his cockhead was beginning to press against her womb.

The women in the audience all gasped.

Charlie turned as white as a sheet, and started feeling nauseous for reasons that Harry's magic wasn't allowing him to figure out.

Tonks on the other hand, whimpered as her hand dropped to rub at the bump in her tummy, and then her eyes dilated wide in a mixture of shock and supreme arousal. In the moments that followed, she started emptying out her lungs in a long whorish moan as a wave of femcum suddenly splashed Harry's shaft, balls and inner thighs. While the shock on her face had been an act, the orgasm that was currently washing over her entire body most certainly wasn't. Tonks wasn't even fully hilted on Harry's massive dick yet, and yet she was already cumming and she was nowhere near finished yet. Hell, she was only getting started. Harry Potter had been teasing her into a sexual frenzy with his every word, look, touch and action for at least 2 hours by this point, and she knew for a fact that every single second of it had been timed to perfection using magic that she couldn't even begin to fathom. The man was an artist. The man was a genius. Harry Potter was a trickster God of old... Tonks was so unbelievably wet and oversensitive by this point. She was so incredibly hot for Harry's body, his cock, his power and his noticeably dominant character. She was twitching. She was trembling. Then she was dropping onto Harry's dick, and completely forgetting to act as if her body was struggling as she hilted his cock balls deep inside of her. Her body wasn't suffering in the least. Her body was rejoicing. The effect that Harry's superior dick had on her body was both immediate and dramatic. Her pussy muscles loosened around his girth and then rapidly tightened again to conform into a perfect sucking sleeve, her womb pressed its opening against the man's cocktip like a mouth or a suction cup, her face flushed a vibrant scarlet red, her arms and legs developed intense waves of goosebumps, her thighs vibrated against Harry's waist, her mouth slackened into an O, and her eyelids fluttered over glassy, vacant eyes.

Then Tonks was incapable of doing anything more complicated than moaning, shaking, shivering, spilling pussy juices and desperately rooting her pussylips down around the base of Harry's cock. She felt the moment when the man beneath her sat back up to hold her body throughout the peak of her orgasm. His arms wrapped around her body like hot smooth iron bands. His calloused hands rubbed at her back, shoulders and neck. He kissed her temple and her cheek, and while she knew that his actions were at least partially as part of their act, she also knew that he cared about her personally… This whole scenario. This whole adventure. This was for her… Tonks's arms and legs wrapped tightly around Harry's shoulders and lower back, she latched her mouth onto the flesh of his neck to suck a desperate hickey into his skin, and then she experienced the last of her super intense orgasm pressed flush to every single inch of Harry's far too perfect body.

Perfect. The moment was perfect, carnal, bliss…

Then Harry was lifting her body back up the length of his cock by the thick globes of her ass, and Tonks didn't have to feign the way that her eyes snapped open and dilated wide.

"Well done Princess," Harry reassured Tonks, a mischievous little smile growing upon his face as he lifted and dropped the woman's unbelievably tight and wringing pussy along the length of his cock. "For a virgin, you took to my sex rather quickly, but now I will help yo… huahhh!" As he'd somewhat expected would happen, Harry ended up pushed flat onto his back again with a very indignant Princess sitting regally upon his dick.

"I am a vell bred, vell educated, sophisticated and genteel Lady of ze court, my Lord," Tonks argued, with a look of playful effrontery upon her face. "I vill not have zese peasants believing zat I am any-zing but ze very best at zose zings zat I do." With that declaration made, Tonks dropped her hands to Harry's chest and stomach and used his muscles as a platform to slowly push her pussy up the length of his dick. Several dozen people all around the room gasped and murmured to each other as her pussylips dragged outwards in a skin-tight sucking seal along the length of Harry's absurdly thick shaft. In a similar fashion, her pussy was making completely obscene wet squelching noises with every single inch that she rose. Their sex was wet. Their sex was loud, their sex was dramatic. Their sex was slow and deliberate until the moment when Tonks finally had only the head of her lover's cock resting within her soaking wet pussy. Then Tonks suddenly widened her legs all at once, dropping her entire body weight upon her pussy to impale herself down on Harry's cock. In a very long, wet and messy penetration, Tonks thumped Harry's crown against her womb, and had the both of them trembling against each other in a moment of extreme oversensitivity.

"You tremble underneath me as eef my royal pussy might be too much for you," Tonks purred, even as she attempted to hide the blissful euphoria Harry's cock was causing her. Even as an electric feeling deep within her core was lighting up her entire nervous system in cascading waves of pleasure. She tried, oh Gods did she try to dismiss what his cock was doing to her as she moved, but of course ignoring these sensations ended up being completely impossible. As a result, Tonks felt the speed and intensity that she was fucking herself down upon Harry's dick growing faster and harder with every single minute that passed. She couldn't help herself. She didn't want to help herself…

In what felt like no time at all, Tonks found her ass slapping against Harry's thighs and her tits bouncing in the air as she humped herself down upon his cock with a wild reckless abandon. She rooted herself on him over and over again so that she'd feel his cockhead spreading open her deepest most dangerous depths. She rubbed and massaged his balls with one hand as her other hand fondled his stomach, chest and thighs. Her mouth dropped open and her breathing quickened as her body began demanding that she finally just fucking rut the impossibly beautiful man laying beneath her. Her body wanted her to actively milk Harry's cock. Her body wanted her to ride the man until he released every ounce of his seed. Her body wanted his cockhead secured directly inside a womb made as fertile as magically possible. Needless to say, Tonks had never felt this way before. She wasn't a Veela after all. She didn't have loud, visceral and powerful mating instincts or anything… Nevertheless… Her body was demanding that she get herself a womb packed full of Harry's nut, over and over again, until it did what it was intended to do… Merlin…

Godsdamn this was bad…

Godsdamn this was hot….

With a loud exclamation of arousal, pleasure and manic excitement, Tonks began riding Harry Potter's cock as if her life depended on it.

Without ever bothering to respond to Tonk's teasing, Harry merely smiled and allowed his partner to have her time. This was Tonks's show after all so his plan was merely to make it as sensational for her as he possibly could. As Tonks rapidly bounced and humped herself down upon his cock, performing miracles around his dick using her Metamorph abilities, Harry drew his hands up his lover's hips to her waist and then up to her beautiful bouncing tits to cup them in his hands. Then he was pinching and pulling at her sensitive little nipples and releasing strong currents of magic out through his fingertips into the nerve clusters contained within. Between that and the raw magic that he was releasing from every inch of his dick to course through Tonks's extremely possessive little pussy, he wasn't the least bit surprised by the tension he felt growing within the woman's body. Yeah… Tonks was on a razor's edge. Then, as more time passed, Harry saw that Tonks was biting the lining of her mouth and closing her eyes as if she was actively trying to deny herself the orgasm that he was bringing her to. Well… He simply couldn't have that…

It was time to drag her over the edge…

With a small wave of Harry's hand, Tonks's tummy suddenly became just transparent enough that the outline of his cock could be seen stretching her pussy to its limits and striking firmly against the entrance to her womb. It was as if there was a very selective invisibility spell on Tonks's belly allowing their audience a view of what Harry's dick was doing inside of her pussy.

"Merlin, Gods and Goddesses," Tonks squeaked out when she opened her eyes, looked down at her belly, and saw Harry's cocktip repeatedly docking with her womb. She immediately began trembling from head to toe as she realized what Harry had in mind for her. She knew what he had planned and she knew why he was doing it. Of course this new knowledge immediately made her start riding his cock at least twice as fast as before as an extreme sense of urgency suddenly stole her breath, made her heart nearly explode in her chest and caused her overwhelmed little pussy to begin massaging Harry's cock like a vibrator. Very abruptly, Tonks was about to cum. There was no stopping it or slowing it down anymore. She was waaaay too fucking aroused to stop herself from losing it on Harry's perfectly massive dick. There was a problem though… She desperately needed Harry to join her. She needed him to completely fill her womb with his cum. Then she knew exactly what would work… "My Lord," she whimpered, her voice both loving and perfectly submissive. "Zank you for showing me ze current state of my womb. As you can see, eets entrance ees perfectly positioned to cradle ze tip of your cockhead. I'm not surprised at all... I'm so horny for you my Lord. My body ees yours, my pussy ees yours, my womb ees yours. I'm about to cum all over your cock once again. Please, please cum eenside of me. I beg of you, please eenseminate my womb. I desire to see ze exact moment when you finally knock me up."

"Don't you worry, Princess," Harry growled in a low and feral voice. "I'm going to cum and I'm going to let everyone see it happening. This is a very important occasion after all…" As if those words were a call to action of some kind, the man was suddenly a blur of both magic and motion. With a wave of his hand, Tonks's body was suddenly suspended in midair air but locked in the position that she was currently in. Then Harry was moving behind her, picking her up by the back of her knees, carrying her off the table, and shoving his cock back into her pussy from below. After one single second of extremely rapid movement, Harry began lifting and dropping Tonks's dripping wet pussy on his cock by her spread open legs, with her back flush to his muscular body. He was fucking her in such a way that their audience could see his balls slapping against her clit and her pussylips spread into an obscenely perfect O around his shaft. He was fucking her in a standing position in the aisle between all of the tables, and he hadn't removed the invisibility effect on her belly. Every single person in the entire room could see… everything! What's more, at this point Tonks was only a meter and a half away from Charlie's group, and her husband was staring at her cock stuffed pussy as if he was witnessing a car crash that was getting bigger and more gruesome by the second.

"Merlin, Merlin and the Great Scot," Tonks bellowed as her overexcited pussy immediately clamped down and rippled along every last inch of Harry's cock. It was too much. He was too much! Tonks's right hand wrapped behind Harry's head again, her left hand pawed at his ass, and her head dropped back to bounce languidly upon the man's right shoulder. She was being held in the air by a mixture of Harry's implaccable arm strength and the fact that her body was completely impaled upon his monstrously huge, steel hard cock. She had no control over the situation whatsoever, and she found that she wasn't the least bit surprised. She was being rough fucked and paraded around pussy first by the Harry Potter of all people. Gods… She was sooo fucking hot for the man. He was so strong. He was so in control. He was so next level. He didn't give a single Godsdamn about what anyone thought! Gods… Goddesses... Tonks could feel her womb flip-flopping deep inside of her as it prepared to receive every last ounce of the man's ludicrously enormous load.

And then it was happening…

When Harry's cock began twitching, trembling and expanding meaningfully deep within her pussy, the pupils of Tonks's eyes immediately dilated until her irises completely disappeared. She twitched, she trembled, her mouth dropped open and her tongue poked out. She was forced to actively resist the urge to rub at her belly. She didn't want to ruin the view. Her pussy went fucking wild as if someone had connected it to a live wire, as an ever expanding wave of purified pleasure coursed outwards through her every sensitive fold. Then she started cumming. She started cumming hard, and she released a long, slutty, warbling, animalistic, infinitely satisfied moan that filled the entire room loud and clear. Her pussy exploded around Harry's cock, femcum spurting out towards their audience to splash in the aisle between their tables. Her head lolled back and forth on Harry's shoulder before dropping forward as if she was a broken marionette. She stared down at her see-through tummy. She watched carefully as Harry's gigantic cockhead swelled within the entrance to her womb, priming for release. Then, when the timing was juuust right, she looked up into Charlie Weasley's eyes to give the man both a wink and a very familiar lopsided grin.

Then Harry was cumming inside of her… He was cumming inside of her a lot, and Tonks's entire body was going completely haywire. By the time the first volley of boiling hot seed exploded out into her eagerly welcoming womb, Tonks was orgasming so hard she looked for all the world as if she was having a seizure. She was so much more than merely cumming. This felt more like a revelation, like a religious experience. Harry Potter was a sex God, and in that moment, she was his most devoted worshipper…

Every single person within the VIP room watched mesmerized as the invisibility spell on the Princess's stomach revealed something obscene to the point of depravity. Within just the first few seconds of Harry Potter's orgasm, the walls of the woman's womb were being power-washed by a veritable firehose of semen, pumping her baby chamber full of his seed as if her most sacred fertile depths were nothing more than a condom made of flesh. They watched as Harry allowed gravity to root the woman's pussylips upon the base of his cock, so that he could wrap his arms around her body, maul one of her tits in his newly freed hands, and grab her roughly by the chin. Then he was planting a hard, possessive kiss on the Princess's lips that had her squealing her pleasure into his mouth.

The next thing that the audience noticed was that Harry was nowhere near finished cumming...

He was only getting started.

Over the next 40 seconds, the spell allowing the audience to see the Princess's womb revealed it expanding outwards in entirely impossible ways, as it attempted to contain every single sperm cell that Harry was releasing inside of her. Despite the fact that she was spilling pussy juices all over the floor, shaking like a leaf and visibly cumming her fucking brains out, the Princess still managed to continue squirming in Harry's arms in order to root her pussylips against the base of his cock over and over again. Then, when her womb simply couldn't expand anymore, it immediately started leaking, and the Princess whimpered piteously in response to the streams of cum spurting out from her cock plugged pussy. With violently trembling arms, the Princess ran shaking hands along her pussylips, her inner thighs and Harry's balls to wipe up all of his leaking cum, and then she stuffed those fingers deep into her mouth. She repeated this effort for the remainder of Harry's orgasm, another 10-15 seconds at least, and her fuck drunk expression grew increasingly vacant the whole entire time.

Finally, at long last, Harry's climax petered off and then came to an end, and Tonks's body slowly stopped shaking through whatever number of chain orgasms she'd just experienced. "Pre..pregnaant," Tonks slowly slurred out as she rubbed her hands over the indent in her belly, where a womb completely filled to capacity was visible for everyone to see. "You've mated me Harry. You've bred me with your babies for suuuure…"

Not one person that was watching from the sidelines disagreed… like… at all…

With hands that were shaking violently, Charlie suddenly grabbed a nearby 26er of firewhisky, downed well over half the bottle all at once in one long series of chugs, and then leaned forward to cover his newly sweat soaked face with both of his hands. He was rattled. He was shaken up. His mind was rebelling violently to what he'd just seen happen. He was a mess of scraped raw nerves and dark volatile emotions… He couldn't focus on it for more than a split second at a time, but when he remembered that grin, he felt like he could kill someone. He thought he might piece it all together if only he focused his entire mind, but then it was gone and he was left feeling insane…

Charlie Weasley didn't have the faintest fucking clue what was going on…

Harry was amused…

With a slow nod of his head and a gentle but possessive kiss to Tonks's cheek to show that he agreed with her assessment, Harry banished both the expensive wine and the Princess dress back to the Potter Estate and then turned in the direction of Charlie Weasley's table. "Thank you all for watching me take what's mine… I hope you all realize how lucky you've been to witness such an important event. Goodbye."

"Buh bye," Tonks added drunkenly along with a very unprincesslike wave of her hand.

Pop, fwooshh…

As Harry Apparated out of the room, an ambient wave of his magic exploded out in every direction, destroying all of the magical recording devices and memory charms that people were trying to use, and then negating over a dozen compulsion charms that he'd layered throughout the entire room. In the aftermath of Tonks and Harry's performance, nobody knew what to make of what they'd just experienced. It all felt so surreal. It was hard to say whether it all really happened or not…

A little over 10 minutes later, the fire whiskey that Charlie chugged caught up with him almost all at once. It wasn't long after that that he ended up passing out onto the floor, and he had to be carried back to the Dragon preserve by his coworkers.

It was a good thing that Charlie didn't manage to go home that night for once, because if he had he'd have found it both cold and completely unoccupied.

Tonks Weasley had zero intention of leaving Harry Potter's bed for anything but food, water and the bathroom until she was forced to go back to work on Monday morning...