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Power Plays Chapter 7
🕑 Added 2022-12-08 17:30:11 +0000 UTCA great gust of wind washed over Harry half a second before Arthur Weasley zoomed past him on one of the illegally-made brooms that Harry and a team of Aurors had confiscated from an old wizard living up in Newcastle. It was a roughly made thing that still hadn’t been sanded down, but Arthur didn’t seem to care as he let out a big “Whoop!” as he flew past. The broom wasn’t especially fast—even compared to the Weasley’s Cleansweep Fives—but it did have one special feature that made Arthur fall in love with it.
Seeing the oncoming obstacle, Harry had to throw himself to the ground. The Weasley’s Ford Anglia, being pulled along behind the broom by a tow cable, swung wide as Arthur made a sharp turn. The blue car soared just a couple of feet above Harry’s head as he landed on the damp morning grass.
“Arthur Weasley!” Molly shrieked from the kitchen window. Her voice boomed out of the Burrow, and Harry turned just in time to see her bustling out with a furious expression on her face.
Arthur was already turning back with a sheepish look on his face. “Sorry, Harry!” He called out loudly as he carefully maneuvered the broom and car down to the ground. He was still a little shaky though, so as he touched down safely, the car dropped the last few feet and sent a tremor through the earth as it landed.
“Don’t worry about it!” Harry called back with a laugh. Honestly, it was good to see Arthur so happy and enthusiastic about something again. Fred’s death had been really hard on Arthur, and he still hadn’t fully gotten over it even after five years. If all it took was dodging out of the way of a flying car to see Arthur return to his old self for a while, Harry was more than happy to dodge all day.
Obviously though, Molly didn’t agree with Harry’s view. She threw a tea towel at her husband and gave him a stern dressing down. To his credit, Arthur accepted it without complaint.
“It’s alright, Molly,” Harry said placatingly as he hurried over towards the couple. “I’m fine.”
Molly bristled as she turned to point her finger towards Harry. “I knew this was a terrible idea from the start. I even said as much when you brought up this illegal broomstick nonsense at breakfast a few days ago. You could have been killed by that terrible car!”
“But I wasn’t,” Harry replied with a gentle smile.
That was not the right thing to say. If anything, it only seemed to ratchet up Molly’s fury. She had a rumble in her chest as she looked back and forth between Harry and Arthur for several seconds before she eventually gave up. “Men!” Molly shouted in disgust as she threw her hands up and stomped back towards the Burrow.
“Eh, sorry about that close call, Harry” Arthur said sheepishly to Harry, reminding him terribly of Ron in that moment as he scratched the back of his head. “I thought I had the Anglia under control, but, well, you know how it can get up in the air sometimes.”
“Honestly, I’m fine,” Harry chuckled, placing a comforting hand on Arthur’s shoulder. “If Voldemort couldn’t kill me, I doubt your flying skills will. Besides, that’d make for a pretty pathetic epitaph on my tombstone.”
Arthur laughed along with Harry as he reached down and picked up the discarded broom. The tow cable sticking out the back trailed over towards the Ford Anglia, but, with a simple tap with his wand, Arthur made the cable spring to life. It gave itself a little slack as the tow hook removed itself from the underside of the car, and then the entire cable retracted inside the bristles of the broom where it was safely hidden away from sight.
“She’s a beauty,” Arthur grinned as he rested the broomstick against his shoulder. He held it close to him like one would a lover. “A little rough around the edges to be sure, but boy can she ever fly. And this tow cable is simply ingenious. I might have to see about getting one made on a legal broomstick. I heard that Ellerby and Spudmore make custom brooms sometimes for their clients to help offset their research and development costs. Maybe I’ll contact them to see if they can get me something like this added on to one of their brooms. It sure would be nice to be able to fly around in the Anglia again, even if it won’t be the one doing the flying.”
Honestly, Harry had been quite happy to hear that the car had been decommissioned by the Ministry after it was found at Hogwarts after the Battle. He still had a nightmare every couple of years about that bloody flight he took with Ron at the start of their second year. But, if it made Arthur happy, then Harry supposed it was worth it to see it flying in the air again.
“Here,” Arthur said as he reluctantly passed over the broom.
Harry wished he could let him hang onto it for longer, but he really did need to get it back soon. Parvati had warned him earlier today that Mr Roberts at the Department of Magical Transportation was planning on dealing with the brooms in a couple of days.
“Thanks,” Harry said as he took the broom into his hands. With a couple careful taps of his wand, he shrunk it down so that it fit in his palm. He stuffed it into one of his pockets, making a mental note to drop by the Ministry later tonight to return it back to the Department of Magical Transportation lockup.
“Well,” Arthur let out a long sigh. “We’d better go see what the damage is inside.”
“Hopefully Molly won’t be too mad,” Harry said as they started off back towards the Burrow. “She’s had years of experience dealing with her kids’s shenanigans. She has the forgiveness of a saint.”
“Ah, that she does,” Arthur nodded along. “But, she’ll make sure I learn my lesson first before I’m back in her good graces.”
“Good luck with that then,” Harry laughed. Molly could be a handful, but she was right more often than she was wrong. And she loved and cared for her family more than anyone he’d ever met.
Honestly, sometimes he wondered if his mum would react in the same way Molly did. Would she be just as protective and worried about him?
Harry shook away the thoughts in his mind. It did little good to dwell on the dead. The future was where his mind should be focused.
Arthur pushed open the door into the Burrow and took a cautionary step inside. “Hello,” he called out.
“In here!” Molly’s voice rang out from the living room.
Arthur and Harry followed the sound of her voice into the living room. It was a wonderful, cozy room with a large sofa and several armchairs crowded around the large fireplace. Molly was seated back in one of the armchairs beside the roaring fire while Tonks and Teddy were both over on the sofa.
“My beautiful wife,” Arthur said as he swept over to Molly’s side. He leaned down and planted a kiss on her forehead before sitting down in the armchair next to hers.
“You’ll have to do a lot more than that to make up for what I saw out there,” Molly replied. Her voice sounded stern, but the effect was undercut by the small smile that graced her lips as she reached out and took her husband’s hand.
Harry walked on over towards Tonks’s beaming face. She looked beautiful as always. She was wearing a simple jumper and blue jeans, and her dark-lilac coloured hair framed her heart-shaped face. Teddy’s hair matched his mother’s, except his hair was cropped much shorter. He was wearing a nice set of gray overalls on top of a white shirt. Unlike Tonks, he was too busy to great Harry as he was stuffing his face with a bunch of freshly baked cookies that Molly had made.
It felt strange sitting down with Tonks and Teddy like this. Given that they lived with him, sometimes it felt like she was his wife and Teddy was their son. Of course, it hurt every time that stray thought crossed his mind. They were Remus’s family, not Harry’s. But still, Teddy was Harry’s godson and Tonks was . . . well, they fooled around a lot at home, but they weren’t in a formal relationship. They had talked about it, but neither of them felt like it was right.
“Heard you almost lost your head out there,” Tonks snickered.
“Maybe we shouldn’t talk about that right now,” Harry replied, carefully noting how Molly’s nostrils flared at the mere allusion to what could have happened.
Harry could see that Tonks wanted to tease him more, so, as she opened her mouth to say something that was sure to get Harry and Arthur in trouble with Molly, Harry’s used his lightning-fast reflexes to snatch a cookie off of the tray on the coffee table and jam it into Tonks’s mouth. Her eyes narrowed at Harry, but she still ate the vanilla and spice flavoured treat.
“Kingsley stopped by yesterday,” Arthur said as a way to change topics. “He was really impressed with the press conference you gave with Dawlish. Said he didn’t know if you two would be able to get through it without killing each other.” Arthur chuckled.
Harry had long since learned to put up a public face. While he had lost his temper in private with Kingsley and Dawlish, it had been easy to fall into his familiar practice in public. All he had to do was smile and tell the public a pleasant half-truth about the situation and everyone was happy to go on with their lives as normal. The hubbub at the Ministry died down after that, though a few reporters had gone again today to report on the Ministry’s follow-up efforts in dealing with the situation at the Briar’s Thorn. The owners, a pure-blood and half-blood couple, were under investigation as to how it was that a Death Eater happened to be at their establishment. Naturally, Dawlish had removed Harry from the investigation, citing more important matters for the ‘star’ of the Auror Department.
Naturally, Harry couldn’t say any of this to Arthur. He was a good man, one who trusted and respected Harry, but one who felt the same towards Kingsley. Harry couldn’t risk anything getting back to Kingsley in case it led to any further scrutiny towards Harry and his efforts to take over Dawlish’s job.
So, Harry simply chuckled along. “A bit of a difference in opinion as to how to handle the case,” Harry told the room. “But getting the job done right is more important than our egos getting in the way.”
“Just right,” Molly nodded.
“Must have been hard though,” Tonks said as she swallowed the last bit of food in her mouth. She reached overtop of Teddy’s head and poked the side of Harry’s head. “Someone’s got a particularly big ego.”
Arthur and Molly laughed at that, and even Teddy joined in the fun even though he hadn’t really been paying attention. Harry laughed along with them, not minding the playful ribbing from Tonks in the slightest.
“Well, I do sometimes think I’m a little uniquely qualified in handling Death Eaters,” Harry pointed out.
Tonks rolled her eyes dramatically. “Yeah, yeah, you killed Voldemort. Get over yourself,” she teased.
“Well, I for one trust your decision making more than I do Dawlish,” Arthur said. “Everyone knows that he followed the Death Eaters’s orders when they controlled the Ministry, even if he did try to minimize the damage they could cause. Besides, I went by to check in on Amos Diggory the other day, and he told me that Dawlish was really giving him some trouble over something.”
Molly shook her head sadly. “That poor man. He still hasn’t gotten over the loss of his son all these years later.”
Cedric Diggory: the first casualty in Voldemort’s resurgence to power. It had been a terrible thing to witness, one that Harry still dreamed about. Cedric never deserved to die, but neither did any of the other victims of Voldemort and his Death Eater’s grab for power.
Harry had only spoken to Amos twice since he offered him the prize money from the Triwizard Tournament. The first time was a week after the Battle of Hogwarts; Amos had wanted to hear Harry describe, in detail, as to how he killed Voldemort. Hearing the story didn’t seem to relieve the deep sadness that the man had, but it did seem to bring him a measure of comfort that Voldemort was finally gone. The second time that they had spoken was on the five-year anniversary of Cedric’s death. Harry had found Amos drunk and on the verge on passing out in an alley on the muggle side of the Leaky Cauldron. He had apparated Amos back home where his wife was waiting, worried sick about her poor husband. He took a leave of absence from his work in the Ministry after that, but he returned about three months later.
The man was obviously still in a fragile state, so why was Dawlish giving him a rough time? Everyone that Harry knew at the Ministry tended to be very careful and considerate towards Amos.
“Did he say why Dawlish was being like that?” Harry asked.
Arthur shook his head. “No. It had something to do with his work at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, but that’s all I know.”
How peculiar. As one of the few Senior Aurors, Harry was very familiar with all of the instances where the Auror Department interacted with another department. All official cases were logged carefully, and each Senior Auror received a copy of each month’s log. Harry hadn’t seen anything about dealings with the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures for at least four months now.
Tonks, imperceptive as ever to Harry’s musings, just laughed it off. “Dawlish is just weird like that. He can be really strict and stern at the oddest times.”
“I don’t know,” Harry hummed. “I think there might be more to it.”
“Oh,” Tonks’s eyes widened slightly, and Harry wished that he could just get her to not be so obvious for once in her life.
Thankfully, neither Arthur or Molly seemed to pick up or care about Tonks’s reaction and the conversation devolved from there as the five of them ate some of Molly’s delicious baked biscuits, tarts, and other snacks and casually talked about the recent goings on in their lives.
After an hour or so of talking, it was time for Harry and Tonks to leave. Teddy was excited to be staying overnight with his pseudo-grandparents—especially thanks to Molly’s delicious cooking and the eccentricity of the Weasley family—and Tonks was grateful for a night off from taking care of her son.
Harry and Tonks said their goodbyes and, after one last hug from Teddy, stepped into the fireplace at the Burrow and flooed away.
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Harry and Tonks popped out of the floo and into Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Almost immediately, they both turned to one another and said: “We have to figure out what Dawlish is up to.”
The simulatenous speech hung in the air for just a moment before Tonks let out a loud snort and dissolved into giggles. “Merlin, we sound ridiculous.”
Tonks’s laugh was so infectious that Harry couldn’t help but laugh along. “Alright,” he said as he tried to calm down. “We really do need to figure this out though. With the whole mess at the Briar’s Thorn, I want him out more than ever.”
“Having a competent Head Auror again would be nice,” Tonks teased as she slid up close to Harry. She rested her hand on his chest as she looked up into his eyes. “So, how are we going to go about this?”
That was the tricky part. He could try going to Amos, but, well, the man tended to get very emotional around Harry for obvious reasons. That made him unpredictable, and the last thing Harry needed was someone telling Dawlish that Harry was snooping around in his business. There were less direct options though, and one obvious answer came straight to the forefront of his mind.
Evidently, his thoughts played out on his face because Tonks let out a loud groan. “You’re going to ask her for help, aren’t you.”
“Don’t sound so glum about it,” Harry replied. “You had fun the last time she was over.”
“I did,” Tonks admitted. “But with Teddy at the Weasleys, I was hoping to have you all to myself tonight.”
“You can after she leaves,” Harry told her. “But I want her to get started on this as soon as possible, and you know how she likes to seal her deals.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Tonks sighed. “Alright, give her a call. I’ll be up in the bedroom getting ready.”
“Cheer up,” Harry called out as Tonks made her way to the stairs. “You’ll have fun, I promise!”
“I know I will,” Tonks called back as her legs disappeared behind the banisters.
Harry rolled his eyes at Tonks’s dramatics. Once everything got started, she’d have the time of her life as always. But nothing could start until he got their guest over here.
Kneeling down to the floo, Harry threw in some powder and called out: “Rita Skeeter’s house.”
There was an upwards burst of flames that hung in the air for a moment before Rita’s head appeared in the flames. They simmered down to a gentle level as she gave Harry her trademark smile. “Harry, darling, it’s so good of you to call.”
Harry cut straight to the chase. “You should come over, Rita. I’ve got a job you might be interested in.”
Rita’s smile grew even wider. “I’ll be over in just a second.”
Harry broke the floo connection and took a couple steps back from the fireplace. He was just in time too because it was barely a second later that Rita came tumbling out of the fireplace and right into Harry’s waiting arms.
The shapely blond woman pressed herself against Harry provocatively. She threw her head back to look up at him, making her blond curls bounce and her jewelled glasses sparkle in the candlelight. “Harry, how lovely to see you again,” she grinned.
“Rita,” Harry replied cordially. “I need you to investigate something for me.”
“Is it something I can write about,” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“If its something useful for me, then yes,” Harry responded. She knew the arrangement they had as well as he did. He gave her stories or tips and she’d write terrible stories about the people involved. It helped him more than once deal with Death Eater sympathizers who lingered in the Ministry during Kingsley’s reign as Minister. However, more recently, her work had been focused on slowly eroding the public’s confidence in Dawlish. Harry gave her plenty to write about in exchange, and a little private time with him on the side.
Honestly, he had never expected Rita to be as good of a lay as she was, but the witch had really proven herself to be devilishly delicious in the bedroom.
“Well,” Rita smiled, showing off her teeth. “Do you want to give me details?”
“Dawlish is pressuring Amos Diggory over something,” Harry explained quickly. “I’m not sure what its about, or if its even anything, but I need anything I can get at the moment.”
“Trouble in paradise?” Rita snickered.
“You could say that,” Harry replied.
That lit a twinkle in Rita’s eyes. “I knew you two were too chummy-chummy at the press conference the other day. There were a couple of times where it looked like you were going to reach over and strangle the man when he was speaking.”
“Yeah, well, you know what he’s like,” Harry sighed.
“That I do,” Rita nodded. “He’s a fossil of a dying age, and it’d be better if he was ousted as soon as possible.”
“I’m glad you agree,” Harry said, knowing fully well that Rita didn’t actually care about Dawlish’s job performance. All she cared about were juicy stories. “So, I’d like you to try to figure out what’s going on. It might have something to do with Amos’s work at the Ministry, but I’m not sure. Just remember, bring the details to me first.”
“Of course,” Rita simpered. “I’ll get right on that later tonight. Though, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble, I’d really appreciate a peek into the Macnair family file. I’ve been doing some digging on a story—nothing too serious, just some Pure-blood gossip—and I need a tiny bit more information to finish piecing it all together.”
Ah, it was always tit for tat with Rita. It was refreshing in a way that he could be assured of her reliability through a simple transaction like this. “Done,” Harry said. “I’ll pick it up tonight and floo it over later.”
“Excellent!” Rita exclaimed. She ran her hand over Harry’s muscled chest and up to his collar. “So, shall we celebrate a deal well struck?”
And the final part of their agreement finally came to a head. “Of course,” Harry replied. “Tonks is already waiting upstairs.”
“Oh, excellent!” Rita grinned as she practically ran over to the staircase, giving her hips an exaggerated sway in her tight, lime-green robes. “She was such a treat last time.”
Harry snorted and followed Rita upstairs. When they reached the top floor where the master bedroom was, they found the double doors already wide open and Tonks lying on the bed waiting for them, completely naked.
Only, there was a difference in her appearance.
“Oooh!” Rita giggled as she clapped her hands together. “You look absolutely identical!”
Truly, Tonks did. She had plenty of time to study Harry’s naked form, and she replicated it perfectly, even down to the little scars he had on his chest. She hopped out of the bed, her hard cock bouncing as she clumsily landed on her feet, and strode over towards them.
“I hope you’re ready for a good time tonight, Rita,” Tonks purred, her voice slipping between sounding like Harry and herself. It was especially hard for metamorphmagi to maintain their form under strong emotional strain. Lust, being one of the strongest, often made it hard for Tonks to maintain her forms perfectly, but she did have many years of experience in dealing with that.
Rita shivered as Tonks brazenly grabbed one of her breasts through her robes. “If you reach a little lower, you’ll feel just how ready I am,” Rita moaned.
Harry took the time to step back and start to undress himself as Tonks had her way with Rita. The blond witch loved toying with people and, in turn, being toyed with. It got her off, and she was quite the vocal screamer when she was feeling good. Tonks wasted no time in groping every inch of Rita’s body as Rita shimmied out of her tight robes. Once the green fabric pooled around her feet, Tonks grabbed Rita by her ass and practically threw her forward onto the bed. Then, Tonks dropped to her knees and yanked Rita’s green lace panties to the side and started eating her out.
By the time Harry finished undressing, Rita was mewling like a kitten on the bed. Her legs were spread wide like she was doing the splits and her pussy sat right at the edge of the bed. Tonks, looking just like Harry without the glasses, was furiously licking and sucking on Rita’s clit as she pumped a couple of fingers in and out of her pussy.
The sight was incredibly arousing. If one thing could be said for Rita, it was that she always knew how to put on a good show. But, as much as Harry enjoyed watching her turn into a quivering mess on his bed, he wanted to join in too.
So, Harry climbed onto the bed and crawled over towards Rita’s face. The blond woman looked up at him with a lust-filled gaze, and, before he could make a move, her hand shot out and grabbed his rapidly hardening cock.
“I want this thing in my pussy by the end of the night,” Rita practically demanded as she stroked Harry’s thick cock up and down a few times.
“You’ll get it,” Harry assured her. “But first its time to open wide.”
Rita didn’t need any more prodding, she already knew what was coming. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide so that she was ready to receive Harry’s cock.
Rita’s hot breath misted across the head of Harry’s cock as he angled it down towards her mouth. He could see all the way down into her throat. Her mouth looked hot, damp, and ready for him.
Knowing that she didn’t need any prep time like some others did, Harry just thrust his cock straight down into Rita’s throat. The woman gagged around his cock, her eyes going wide as she fought to remain in control of her body, but she didn’t tap out yet. Her tongue slathered his cock with saliva as she took a few deep breaths in through her nose.
After just a few short seconds, Harry grabbed two handfuls of Rita’s curly blond hair to keep her head in place and he started to fuck her mouth. Rita’s lips wrapped around his shaft as he sloppily fucked her face, sending spittle dripping out of her mouth and down onto the bed.
With every thrust, Harry’s balls bounced off of Rita’s prominent chin, sending an extra little spark of pleasure through his body. There was something incredible about that feeling combined with the warm pleasure of your cock down a woman’s throat that just felt right to Harry.
Rita knew how to play her part well; she loved being dominated like this, and she made sure that her appreciation was noted not just physically, but also through the sounds she made. She slurped his cock every time it pushed into her mouth and down into her throat, she let out moans of pleasure every time he pulled out, and she made sure to gag whenever appropriate. It was spectacularly sloppy scene, and one that both Harry and Rita enjoyed to the fullest.
However, there was someone who felt like they were missing out on a bit of attention.
Despite her eager efforts to eat out Rita’s pussy, Tonks quickly realized that Rita was giving most of her focus towards pleasuring Harry. That simply would not do.
So, Tonks stood up to her full height, grabbed her perfect replica of Harry’s cock, and pushed it in between Rita’s sopping wet lips.
Rita let out a squeal of delight around Harry’s cock as Tonks suddenly thrust into her pussy. The vibrations in Rita’s throat worked wonders to push Harry closer towards the edge. His hips bucked forward in response to the sudden burst of pleasure, and just as Tonks bottomed out in Rita’s pussy, Rita’s lips reached the base of Harry’s shaft; she was perfectly spit-roasted between the two of them.
“Fuck!” Harry cried out as he tightened his grip on Rita’s hair.
Tonks let out her own moan of delight, and again her voice fluctuated between sounding like Harry and her normal voice. Harry knew from experience as to just how tight and greedy Rita’s pussy was, so the pleasure Tonks was feeling was bound to be messing with her control over her metamorphmagus abilities.
After a few short pumps in Rita’s mouth, Harry pulled his cock out of her and gave her a chance to catch her breath. Rita gasped for air as his cock left her, but the lust-filled expression on her face never left her. Harry supposed that given her job was all about dominating others through the press, she must like to have that flipped back onto her when it was in private like this.
Rita wriggled herself back against Tonks’s hips. “Ah, that’s the cock I’ve been dreaming about,” she sighed contently. “Harry, darling, do you think you could get my ass ready. As nice as your cock has been in my mouth, you know I always want more.”
That he did. Harry quickly hopped off the bed as Tonks started to slowly fuck Rita. Harry riffled through his robes until he found his wand and then walked back over towards Rita and Tonks.
Tonks had both of Rita’s plump ass cheeks in her hands as she slowly rocked her hips back and forth, thrusting in and out of Rita’s tight pussy. As Tonks pulled her hips back, Harry could see Rita’s pussy lips clinging like mad to Tonks’s cock, begging it to stay inside of her.
With a gentle tap of his wand on her backside, Harry silently applied a couple of cleaning and lubricating charms to Rita’s asshole. The woman trembled as the charms took effect due to their chilling sensation, but she quickly settled back into normalcy a moment later.
Carefully placing his wand on his bedside table, Harry looked towards his mirror image. “Do you want to be on top or on the bottom?” He asked her.
Tonks slowed her hips down to a halt as she considered the choice before her. “I want to be on the bottom,” she eventually answered.
“Alright,” Harry replied as he made room for Tonks on the bed.
Much to Rita’s dismay, Tonks pulled her cock out of the woman and leapt onto the bed. She got comfortable with her head back against the pillows and, gesturing with a single finger, urged Rita to come to her.
Grinning at the demand from Tonks, Rita pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and prowled her way over to Tonks. As she went, Harry grabbed the back of her green bra and unhooked it. Rita stopped just at Tonks’s feet and let her bra fall down her arms, revealing her full breasts that were topped with fat, rosy-pink nipples. She tossed her bra off of the bed and did the same with her panties a moment later before she crawled the last few feet to straddle Tonks.
“Merlin, I’ve been craving this ever since we last fucked,” Rita groaned as she took hold of Tonks’s cock and angled the head up against her wet pussy lips.
Knowing that she wouldn’t get started until he was ready to go too, Harry climbed up onto the bed behind Rita and grabbed a hold of her hips. Her asshole winked at him in excitement as his cock prodded her backside. It took a few quick adjustments with the angle of his hips before the tip of his thick cock was pressed up against Rita’s tiny asshole, but then he was ready to go.
Harry thrust his cock into Rita’s ass just as she began to sink down on Tonks’s cock. The sheer tightness of her asshole got even tighter as he could feel the pressure of his duplicate cock on the other side of the flesh that divided Rita’s asshole and pussy. Thankfully, the excessive lubrication from his charm helped him to ease inside of her, and Rita used her natural lubrication and gravity to fit Tonks snuggly inside of her pussy.
Rita purred loudly and grabbed both of her breasts, tugging harshly at her nipples, as she rocked back against Harry. “Fuck, it feels so good with both of you inside of me like that,” she groaned. “This is what I’ve been missing.”
“As long as you play your part in investigating Dawlish, we’ll play ours,” Harry reminded her.
Rita looked at him over her shoulder. “Honestly, Harry, save the business talk for after we’re done. I want the two of you to pound me raw first.”
That would be an easy task given how thick Harry’s cock was. He had been surprised the first time that both he and Tonks fit inside of her; he could only imagine that Rita must feel like she was being split in two.
With Tonks unable to move, it was dependent on Harry and Rita to set the pace of things. Rita started by slowly rising up on Tonks’s cock. Harry mirrored her motion by pulling his hips back slightly, letting his cock slowly pull out of Rita’s ass. Then, just as Rita reached the apex of her movement, Harry thrust back deep into her ass. The suddenness of his movements sent a moan of pleasure rippling through Rita, and she dropped back down on Tonks’s cock.
The incredible tightness around Harry’s cock was nearly overwhelming, so it was a struggle to move in time with Rita. Tonks was on the bed, moaning wildly as Rita started to bounce up and down on her cock. Harry tried his best to keep up, but the rhythm kept getting thrown out of sink. Still, it felt incredible plunging deep into Rita’s ass and being able to feel Tonks’s copy of his cock sliding in and out of Rita’s pussy at the same time.
“Yes!” Rita hissed in delight as she arched her back. “You two feel so good.”
Harry could only grunt in reply, and Tonks was struggling even more than he was. Her face—his face—was screwed up in pleasure underneath Rita, and Harry could see her skin shifting slightly as she was losing control over her metamorphmagus abilities. The change was fast as her face shifted back to the normal, heart-shaped face she usually wore and the same dark lilac hair appeared. Then, her limbs shifted back, followed by her torso. It was a strange sight to watch her breasts suddenly grow and expand to their usual size, but Harry had seen it before so he wasn’t too fazed. What was particularly odd was that Tonks had almost completely reverted back to her normal form other than her replica of Harry’s cock and balls.
Rita laughed happily as she saw Tonks change back to her normal self. “Couldn’t hold it in, huh?” She teased gently. Rita leaned down onto Tonks, mashing their breasts together, and spoke right into her ear. “That’s okay. Lose yourself to the pleasure, and let it all out inside of me, if you can keep that cock up for long enough.”
Knowing that Tonks wasn’t bound to last for much longer, Harry decided that it was him time to step up. With Rita bent over like this, it made fucking her ass so much easier for him. So, when Rita dropped her hips down again and stuffed her pussy full of Tonks’s cock, Harry really started to ram his cock deep in her ass.
Rita screamed in pleasure as Harry’s hips bounced off of her ass. He didn’t stop there though; he repeated his rough thrust into her ass over and over again, moving as fast as his hips would allow. The bedroom filled with the sound of his hips smacking off of her ass.
Within seconds, Rita was turned into a quivering mess on top of Tonks. She could only jerkily fuck herself on Tonks’s cock, only moving a few inches up and down at a time, as the pleasure of Harry pounding her ass made her body weak.
The brief reprieve gave Tonks an opportunity to recover. She finally opened her eyes back up and started to make tiny thrusts up with her hips. Rita’s whorish moans only urged Tonks on further.
In response to the two cocks pounding inside of her, Rita planted her elbows firmly on the bed and raised her hips high enough above Tonks that Tonks had her full range of motion to thrust her cock in and out of Rita’s dripping pussy.
With the newfound freedom of movement, Tonks was able to start to match Harry’s pace. Together, the two of them thrust in sync into Rita’s pussy and ass, respectively. Rita was alternating between moaning and gasping for air as her holes were ravaged.
“Oh, fuck,” Tonks said with a slight tremor to her voice as her cock slammed up into Rita’s pussy. “I’m really fucking close.”
Harry was too, and he knew the grand finish that Rita would want.
Suddenly, Harry hooked his arms underneath Rita’s thighs and hoisted her up high, making Tonks slip out of her pussy. Ignoring Rita’s cry of sadness at the loss of a cock inside of her, Harry tilted her body slightly so that Tonks was able to reach her asshole too.
Tonks grabbed her cock and pressed it right up against Harry’s, angling the tip towards Rita’s asshole. Given their girth, it was incredible that both cocks managed to fit inside of Rita’s ass, but all it took was a couple of forceful thrusts before they both rammed inside of her.
Rita howled, her body shaking on top of them as her ass spasmed around their cocks. They couldn’t completely shove their cocks inside of Rita’s ass with both of them in there, but that didn’t matter. The overwhelming tightness and sheer lewdness of the situation was enough to sate the three of them. Harry and Tonks both thrust against each other up into Rita’s ass, getting as far as half of their cocks inside of Rita before they had to pull back and then thrust in again.
The two of them went like that, thrusting over and over again as their orgasms drew closer.
“Oh, Rita, Harry, ugh,” Tonks groaned as she reached the brink. Harry felt her cock pulse and suddenly spill inside of Rita’s ass.
That was all Harry needed to be pushed over the edge too, and he started cumming in Rita’s ass at the same time as Tonks.
Rita seemed to bask in the sensations of Tonks and Harry cumming in her ass. She roughly squeezed her tits and let out a satisfied groan of delight as she felt her two partners spill every drop of cum they had straight into her ass.
When they had finally filled her up, Harry staggered back, slipping out of Rita’s ass. Tonks pulled out too, and Harry was treated to the sight of his and Tonks’s cum spilling out of Rita’s ass and onto the mattress.
Rita let herself drop down onto the bed beside Tonks happily in her post-coital bliss. “Mmm, that was wonderful,” she sighed.
While that had been a good fuck, Harry’s mind was already moving on to the task at hand. “Just remember your part of the job,” he said as he summoned a few towels over for everyone.
“Yes, yes,” Rita murmured, lazily waving away his words. “I’ll find what you’re looking for.”
Good, Harry nodded. Despite her apparent indifference, Harry knew that Rita would play her part. In the meantime, he had to figure out a way to deal with Dawlish himself. The man had it out for Harry after the Briar’s Thorn incident, and Harry wouldn’t be surprised to find out that Proudfoot’s investigation into who was sabotaging Dawlish suddenly shifted its focus onto him.
