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Honks One-Shot #1 (Smut)
🕑 Added 2024-08-31 12:39:49 +0000 UTCSo I did end up just making a smutty and non-smutty one shot for this month.
Warnings: this one has some rape and bestiality at the end.
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“Next stop, Azkaban island!”
Tonks shot Robards an annoyed look. The only reason to say that out loud was to further needle their prisoner. Their prisoner. An underage boy.
Tonks glanced over at the boy, who seemed to have no reaction to Robard's comment. He was standing at the edge of the boat, staring straight ahead. Not even the sight of the great, terrifying fortress prison seemed to phase the boy.
It was more than a bit unsettling. Since the moment the verdict had been read and they'd left courtroom ten, the boy had been completely cold and unemotional, even as the life sentence was being read out, he'd looked bored, if anything.
Tonks wondered whether she should say something, provide him with some words of comfort, but what could one say to a fourteen year old who was being locked up for life in the world's worst prison?
No, there was nothing she could say or do that would make Harry Potter's predicament any better.
…
The door to the cell slammed shut and the boy just stood there, staring impassively at the two of them.
“Well, that's that for me.” Robards said. “Have a fun rest of your life, you little freak.”
Potter's eye twitched slightly, but besides that he showed no further reaction to the scathing words. Tonks turned around, feeling uncomfortable every time the boy's piercing eyes settled on her.
“Well, have fun, rook. This is your first time, isn't it?”
“Appreciate the sympathy.” Tonks spat as Robards just laughed.
“Better you thank me, rook. Anyways, I'm out of here.”
Tonks sighed as she watched the man walk away towards the gates of the prison. Meanwhile, she was stuck here.
Azkaban duty was a job everyone dreaded, but one that needed to be shared. Every month, a new pair of aurors were rotated in to Azkaban duty. They did a month and then were rotated out. It worked out to where you only had to do it every two years or so.
Being new, Tonks had managed to avoid it up until now. She was doubly unlucky, because her slated partner for this duty, Auror Yaxley, had died very recently, and with all the goings on, the department had not been able to find a replacement.
Azkaban could be run with just one auror. Heck, it could be left alone if not for the fear that the dementors would run wild and suck everyone's soul out. That wasn't an issue. The issue was that Tonks would have to live on this island, by her lonesome, surrounded by hardened criminals and soul-sucking monsters.
The previous summer had been a disaster, with the international fallout of the Death Eater attack at the Quidditch world cup, even if the ministry stubbornly refused to call them Death Eaters and instead pinned it on drunk revelers.
The events of that summer, which now felt like they'd happened in the far off past, felt like a walk in the park compared to the absolute hell that had been unleashed this summer.
Really, it was like the incident at the world cup had lit a flame, and the fuse had slowly been burning along throughout the year. The disappearance of Bertha Jorkins, being stretched thin due to having to provide security for the Tri-Wizard tournament, the disappearance of Mr. Crouch, Harry Potter's name coming out of the goblet and all the drama that came from that.
And then, after the third task, it had all boiled over. Tonks had been there as part of the security detail. She remembered the tense half an hour or so where the maze had receded and no one knew where Harry Potter was. Dumbledore had seemed almost manic, while everyone else was just confused.
And then Harry Potter had returned, covered in blood and announcing that Voldemort was dead, and that he'd killed him.
The pandemonium after that had been bad, but no one had suspected the full scope of what was to come. Like everyone else, Tonks just thought that Potter had been delirious, perhaps even confunded, and that he'd been seeing things.
She hadn't been a part of the first team to ride the cup portkey back, but she made it there eventually.
It was an absolute bloodbath. Some muggle graveyard in the middle of nowhere, just absolutely drenched in blood and gore. Corpses scattered all about, one of them chalky white with their face having been torn off and draped on top of a gravestone.
And then the bodies began to be identified. Lucius Malfoy. Vincent Crabbe. Edward Nott. Corban Yaxley. On and on it went. Twenty of the nation's most prominent pureblood lords had been torn to pieces.
Tonks was still confused about a few details, especially the particulars on how the Boy-Who-Lived had ended up in that graveyard with all those lords, as well as the identity of the defaced body that had been found that did not match any description.
None of that really mattered when the big, headline grabbing words were that Harry Potter, secret werewolf, had eviscerated the heads of twenty noble families.
The fact that Harry Potter had been a werewolf for nearly a year had been almost as big a bomb for the general public as the deaths. It had then been proven that Potter had somehow (the running theory was, as always, dark magic) managed a partial transformation that night, despite the lack of a full moon, in order to murder his victims.
When not even Albus Dumbledore had said a word in the boy's defense, it became clear that his trial was going to be expeditious. In under an hour, they had a verdict, and it only lasted that long because of the usual roll calls and theatrics.
And now he was here. Harry James Potter, once the saviour of the wizarding world, now its most high profile criminal ever, eclipsing Sirius Black by several orders of magnitude.
Tonks plopped down on her seat in the office, reclining back and kicking her feet up. She just needed to survive one month. One month in this hellhole, and she would be home free.
…
At Azkaban, food was a magically automated process. There were no house elves, there were simply buckets full of slop, and a series of charms that made sure that at certain hours each day, each occupied cell received a portion of said slop.
Being the place that it was, wardmasters and the like didn't regularly visit the island, and when they did, they were tasked with strengthening the big, defensive wards that made Azkaban both impenetrable and inescapable.
All that to say that, when something small like an automatic feeding ward began to fade or malfunction, the response you'd get from your ministry higher ups when you gave them a floo call was ‘deal with it.’, as Nymphadora had just discovered.
She had been here for three days now. She avoided the dementors as much as humanly possible. She kept her patrols brisk, and she kept them to the lower levels. She didn't have a partner, there was no way in hell she was going to venture up into the veritable dementor den of high security on her own.
That was until she was alerted to a malfunction. The system was actually pretty sophisticated, in that it let her know exactly which cells were not receiving any food.
In this case, it was only one. And of course, it was located in the high security ward.
Harry Potter.
Tonks tried not to think too hard as she scooped up a glop of the disgusting brown mass that was apparently food and slapped it onto an empty tray. She then grabbed an empty cup that she would later fill up with water, and she began her journey up the fortress.
When she began to feel that familiar chill, she cast her patronus, a tiny little hummingbird that still packed a punch as it rapidly fluttered around her, keeping the upswell of dementors at bay.
Prisoners called out to her, either begging for clemency or flinging insults, but she ignored them. She passed by a woman she knew to be her aunt Bellatrix, though thankfully the woman did not recognize her. She'd heard stories about the insane things she would yell at aurors that passed by, though the few times Tonks had been near, the woman had seemed blank-faced and distant. She almost looked as if she were in deep mourning.
As Tonks drew closer to Harry Potter's cell, a strange thing happened. Where there had previously been such an overwhelming concentration of dementors, they suddenly seemed to vanish within a certain vicinity of his cell, to the point that when she finally reached it, she felt the dementors influence there less than she had in the office.
“Thank you.” She was startled out of her thoughts by the boy's voice. It was calm and collected. Tonks cleared her throat as she placed the tray on the ground.
“Stand back.”
He complied with her order without protest, backing away until he was up against the wall. Tonks tapped her wand on the outside wall of the cell, causing specialized ropes to melt in from the wall and wrap around him.
Being a werewolf, Harry's cell was especially designed to contain him. The bars were reinforced and coated in pure silver, making it impossible for him to touch them without being burnt. He had no window, and the way the cell was oriented ensure he would receive no moonlight, even from the hallway. The cell was more than reinforced enough to stand up to the assault of a fully-transformed werewolf, but just in case, there were special bands around his wrists that would greatly diminish his strength, preventing any attempts to brute force his way out of the cell. Apparently, these bands had been fashioned years ago with the intent to capture Fenrir Greyback, and they were clearly coated in at least a faint dusting of silver, as evidenced by the red rash around Potter's wrist.
Tonks opened up the cell and slid the tray across the floor towards the middle. She filled the cup with water, levitated it next to the tray and gently placed it, making sure not to spill a single drop.
She then backed away and slammed the door shut. She tapped the rune on the wall, and the teen was freed.
Harry walked slowly forward, sitting down indian style in front of the food, and began to eat without complaint.
Tonks stood there for a moment, just looking at him quietly eat. She felt a sudden urge to talk to him, to question just why exactly he seemed so… accepting of his predicament.
He was fourteen, and he was going to spend the rest of his life in the worst hell imaginable. He'd been abandoned by everyone he'd ever called a friend or an ally, and yet here he was, eating.
He downed the entire glass of water in two gulps. He held it out to her, “May I have some more?”
He sounded so polite. It was surreal. “Ermm… sure.”
He backed away, pressing against the wall, but this time Tonks didn't activate the runes. Instead, she slipped her wand between the bars and took aim.
Aguamenti.
His cup was filled. She backed away and he returned to his meal.
Tonks remained for a few more awkward moments before she just quietly turned on her heels and left.
The next few hours, she tried reading through one of the many books she'd brought with her, trying to keep her mind off the strange boy.
Unfortunately, the first book she picked out of the pile only made the situation worse.
Howl. It was a book she'd read many times as a pre-teen and young teen, though she hadn't touched it in years. She'd honestly thrown it into the pile on a whim, not even considering the circumstances.
Howl was a trashy young adult romance novel, filled to the brim with all the best tropes and cliches and containing just enough borderline smut to make a young Nymphadora nervous to leave it lying around for her mum to pick up and skim through.
It was also, as the title implied, a werewolf romance.
That had been Tonks’ dirty little secret. All throughout her formative years, she’d had a werewolf fetish.
She couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment it had started. Probably, it had been during one of those bedtime tales her parents used to read to her, the type that was supposed to leave a young child suitably spooked and terrified, but had only succeeded in making a tingly sensation run up young Nymphadora’s spine.
She'd spent her teen years pining after hypothetical werewolves, with her fantasies continuing to grow until they took dark, unhealthy turns.
But she'd grown out of it, thanks in large part to her auror training taking up so much of her mental space.
She tossed the book away, daring not to look at the cover. She picked up a copy of Witch Weekly, some nice, brainless entertainment.
But her mind kept drifting, and in the end, she found herself just staring at a page without even reading a word.
Several frustrating hours later, it was time for dinner.
This time, she piled on just a little bit more of the slop. She also snatched a bottle of pumpkin juice from the fridge. Whatever he had done, he was still just a boy, she could offer him a small comfort.
The trip to his cell was quicker this time. If any of the inmates had said anything to her, she didn't hear it.
They did the same song and dance with the food, which was starting to irritate her, but this time, when he sat down on the floor to eat, she sat along with him.
He glanced at her for a moment but didn't say a word, returning to his meal with all the serenity in the world.
Tonks waited. She waited and waited for him to say something. She expected him to comment on the pumpkin juice, at least, but he stubbornly remained a crypt.
Her curiosity finally killed her. She cleared her throat. “Can I ask you something?”
He glanced up at her, resting his fork on the tray. “Go right ahead.”
Once again, he sounded so polite, so unbothered. It freaked her out.
“Why are you so… so nonchalant about all this?! I mean, you're locked up for life, you're a kid and you're never going to get out of here. The entire world thinks you're a monster. Why have you just been taking it?”
He blinked. Once, twice, impassive look never leaving his face.
“There would be no point to it. They would have sent me here no matter what I said.”
“But… but don't you feel any anger? Don't you feel any indignation? You must think you're innocent, right? You must think they framed you!”
“I did exactly what they accused me of. I killed each and every one of those men. In cold blood, with my bare hands. I enjoyed every second of it.”
Ice. There was ice in the pit of her stomach, ants ran up and down her veins as her ears began to ring.
“W-What?!”
“Don't get me wrong. Those people were Death Eaters, and Voldemort was there as well. But I didn't kill them out of a sense of justice.” His eyes shone brighter now, they creeped her out. “I killed them because it was fun. Because I liked to hear them scream.”
Tonks fumbled up to her feet. She turned around and left him behind. He didn't call after her.
…
She had a terrible night's rest. She woke up in a cold sweat, wracked with nightmares that she couldn't remember.
She tried her hand at fixing the food distribution charm, to no avail. She'd never been the best at subtle magics. She considered just not bringing him his meal, letting him starve.
She decided against it. She brought him his first meal. She dropped it off, robotically following the safety routine. She left immediately, not sparing him a second glance. The same happened at dinner.
The day after that, she woke up feeling a little better, though her stomach turned when she saw the cover of her romance novel on the floor next to her boots. She considered burning it, but she didn't.
She called her mum on the floo. They had a nice conversation, though it was short. Floo calls were limited to a maximum of three minutes here. A safety measure.
She brought him his meal once again, and once again he took it without a word. She made to leave, when that same curiousity reared its ugly head.
“You really believe that was You-Know-Who?”
“I don't believe, I know. You can enter my mind, if you want.”
She shuddered at the thought of being inside his mind. “So what? He just, returned out of nowhere? And all of those rich, important people were his death eaters?”
“Auror Tonks.” That was the first time he'd called her by name, and it sent a chill running up her spine. “Tell me, in your heart of hearts, do you believe me?”
She wanted to say no. She wanted to say he was insane, a deranged lunatic. But she'd been at the scene, she'd been involved in the investigation, too many things didn't add up.
“I do.” The words slipped easily from her lips, as if she'd been wishing to say them for a while.
He nodded. That was it. He just nodded and returned to his meal.
“But, if you really did kill You-Know-Who and his followers, then… then that makes you a hero! Why wouldn't you try to defend yourself?”
“Like I said. It wouldn't have made a difference.”
“Why wouldn't Dumbledore defend you? Surely he knows the truth!”
“Because he knows what I am. He knows I'm a monster. And I've fulfilled my purpose, so its safest to just keep me here, locked up, where I can't harm anyone.”
He said it so matter of factly, as if he wasn't so crassly dehumanizing himself.
”Why do you call yourself a monster? J-Just because you're a werewolf? Just because people call you that, doesn't mean you have to believe it!”
He chuckled. The little bastard laughed as if she'd made the most hilarious joke in the world.
“My apologies.” He said, seeing how irritated she'd gotten, to the point that her bubblegum pink hair had turned crimson. “No one called me a monster. Barely anyone knew I was a werewolf, and those that did, supported me.” His eyes darkened.
“So why do you call yourself a monster?!”
“Because I am. I'm not like them, not anymore. Remus, the man who turned me, he likes to pretend he is. He's desperate to be, every night he goes to bed, he wishes he didn't have to be a werewolf anymore. Its why he's so pathetic, so weak. He tried to make me like him, but I broke out of that and I became strong.”
Tonks was horrified. He spewed these words with such confidence, such plain conviction. He truly believed what he was saying.
“That's insane! So what, you're a big fan of Fenrir Greyback?”
For the first time, his expression broke. His face contorted into a hateful snarl that made her heart leap into her throat. For a moment, he truly did look like a feral beast in the body of a fourteen year old.
“I despise that man.” His voice dripped with pure venom.
“Isn't he the pure, savage werewolf that you say you want to be?” She taunted.
She'd definitely touched a nerve, his hand twitched, as if he wanted to reach out through the bars and try to strangle her. Thankfully, there were a half-dozen failsafes in place to prevent that.
“Fenrir Greyback is a true werewolf, I'll give him that, but he's a complete embarrassment. Under his leadership, they've become a shadow of their former selves, starving remnants that had to sell their allegiance to Voldemort.”
“They? So you're not one of them, then?”
He shook his head. “I would never join such a weak pack. No, when I get my hands on him, I will tear Greyback's head off and put it on a pike. I'll keep him alive, and I'll show him how a true alpha leads.”
“When you get your hands on him?” Tonks asked, noticing his slip of the tongue.
“Yes, when.”
She snorted. Now seeing the boy for what he truly was. A poor, mentally unstable child. He deserved to be in St. Mungos, not locked up here, but there was nothing she could do about it.
“Well, have a good night plotting your rise to power.”
“Good night, auror Tonks.”
…
The next day, she whistled as she visited him. The revelation of his delusions had broken whatever spell of fear he'd cast over her.
Her hummingbird animagus fluttered around her, looking slightly paler than before. It was still doing its job, though.
She heard grunting as she approached his cell. She tensed. A lot of inmates liked to pleasure themselves in front of her, a desperate bid to try and throw her off balance. She'd witnessed it enough times to just ignore it and not give them the satisfaction.
He wasn't doing that, but what he was doing still succeded in throwing her for a loop.
He'd taken the rags that were his shirt and trousers off, leaving him only in his underwear. He was facing away from her, holding a handstand with a single arm, and as she looked on, he did a slow, controlled pushup, the muscles of his forearm, bicep, tricep and shoulder tensed as came down until he could almost kiss the floor. Then he pushed up with ease.
Sweat dripped down his body as he jumped onto his other hand and repeated the feat. His back was wide and filled with thick muscles, thin scars criss-crossing the broad canvas. His ass and his legs, flared straight up like an arrow, were thick and muscular as well, his entire body just oozed pure, animalistic power.
He pushed up into a leap, twisting about in the air and landing on his feet, facing her.
Oh merlin!
She flinched, averting her gaze as her metamorphmagus powers betrayed her, causing her to shrink in size and her hair to grow down past her neck, curving around her face like a protective sheet.
More than his chiseled frame, more than his large pecs and rock hard abs, more than the manly trail of body hair that led from his pecs down over his stomach, the thing that left her completely flabbergasted was between his legs.
His cock was massive. It was bulging, straining against his boxer briefs, an inhuman lump that ran down the side of his leg and threatened to peek out from under the leg of his briefs.
“Is it lunch already?” He asked as he cracked his neck and stretched his body, his bones letting out loud pops.
She forced herself to look at him. He'd clearly done this to throw her off, and she couldn't give him the satisfaction.
She thought about commenting on his state of dress, perhaps making a funny quip, but thought better of it. She would ignore it. She would act as if it didn't phase her.
“Get back.”
“Of course.” He backed away, onto the wall. She touched the rune, the ropes dug into his skin.
His muscles looked so delicious as they were squeezed tightly by the ropes. One rope crossed his leg, tightening around the tip of his cock, he didn't hiss in pain or even react. He acted as if it didn't affect him.
She gulped as she opened the cell door and slid his food and water over to him.
“No juice?” He asked as he inspected the cup.
She blinked. “You were expecting some?”
“No. Water is fine, actually. I prefer it.” He began to eat.
“Do you… do you want me to get you some new clothes?” She cursed herself. She'd promised not to bring attention to it!
He shook his head. “This is fine.”
“What about the cold?” She was constantly under several warming charms, and the chill of the prison still found a way to burrow deep into her bones.
He shrugged. “I like the cold. Keeps me active.”
“Is that why you're exercising too?”
“sharp body, sharp mind.”
“Because you plan on getting out of here?”
She asked as if it were an inside joke between them.
“I am getting out of here.” He said calmly.
“Right.” She really needed something to distract herself from his body. “And how do you plan on doing that?”
He shrugged. “You'll see.”
She snorted. “I'll see? I'll be gone at the end of the month. I won't be back for another two years, if that.”
“It wont take two years.” He assured her as he took a sip of water.
“Whatever.” She said. Why had she even tried talking to him? He was delusional, crazy, insane. There was no point in even humoring him with a conversation.
She made to get up when he spoke, words piercing through her like a knife. “Want to know how I did it?”
She sat back down, body growing cold. “D-Did what?”
“How I killed them all? I could tell you in great detail how I took care of each one. Lucius Malfoy, for example? I tore his spine out through his ass. I pulled so hard that his brain stem came along for the ride.”
“You're fucking sick! Jesus fucking christ!” She stood up and marched away, his words ringing in her ear, images assaulting her brain. She almost forgot to cast her patronus as the dementors began to glide towards her in seeming curiosity.
When she cast it, her hummingbird was warped, but it did its job.
…
The next morning, she made a more concerted effort to fix the feeding system. She floo called the office and asked for a charms expert, they said the soonest they'd be able to send one would be in about four months.
She skipped his lunch. She ate her own meal in dead silence. Afterwards, she went outside and practiced her wandwork to blow off some steam.
The chill was even more bitter outside, the gloomy, stormy sky barely a step above the dreary interior of the prison.
Behind a cloud, she could see the faint outline of the half-moon.
She quickly went back inside.
She lay on her bed later that night. Dinner time had passed as well. She twisted and turned, unable to find any rest. Her mind was restless, running a mile a minute.
“Fuck.” She sighed. Getting up from the bed and going towards her stack of books.
There were a few books on dueling. Those would be helpful. They'd be productive, at least. There was her old auror handbook, there was a comic book, along with a few magazines she'd already gone through a million times.
And there on the floor, taunting her from the edge of her vision, was her stupid romance novel.
She really should just burn the damn thing. Her wand was back by her bedside.
She snatched the book and went to bed.
She read it. It was such an easy read. She wasn't sure how it had taken young Tonks almost a month to read it. She devoured it in mere hours.
It was three in the morning when she went up to him.
He was awake. Fully awake, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall, still only in his underwear.
She walked up to the cell with the tray of slop in hand. He didn't say a word, didn't comment on the lateness of the meal or the fact that she'd skipped one.
When she went to touch the rune, though, he spoke, his voice powerful and commanding.
“No. You will not serve me that gruel any longer.”
Tonks shot him a cross look. “Oh really? And what the fuck do you expect me to give you? This is all there is.”
“What do you eat? You must have meat in your fridge.”
“Meat?” She was taken aback. “I-I… there's some steaks. Nothing fancy.”
“That'll do.” He said. “I'll have mine raw.”
“I can't give you any outside food.” She put her foot down.
“It's not outside, is it? And there's no one else here to tell you otherwise. Make yourself one, I want you to eat with me.”
She wanted to argue with him, but she felt a slight pang of guilt over withholding food from him. Sure, he'd said some very disturbing things, but he was an inmate, that's what they did! Really, she had failed her duty as an auror by being so petty as to deny him a meal.
“Fine.” She left for her quarters. She opened the fridge up and picked out a few steaks. She made herself one, she wasn't the best cook, so she just did a quick sear on either side and put it on a plate, putting his raw steaks on another. Before she left, she realized she would need something to wash them down. She went to the pantry and found a bottle of wine, completely untouched.
“Nice.” Harry said as she poured him a glass of wine before levitating the bottle out of the cell.
He was only fourteen, not able to legally drink, but considering the circumstances, it didn't really matter, did it?
The bars slammed shut, she undid his bonds. He sat down to eat, she did the same.
She sliced into her steak, finding it to be a bit on the rare side.
Harry took one of his raw steaks and sank his teeth into it, tearing off a large strip with ease. As he ate, Tonks saw a hint of glee in his eyes for the first time.
They ate in silence, both polishing off their meals near the same time.
“That was delicious. Thank you.” He said.
“There's not any left. I'm afraid this was a one time deal.”
Harry shrugged. “There'll be plenty to feast on when I get out.”
She didn't comment on it. She didn't snort. She'd decided to just let him believe in his fantasies. Whatever helped him cope better.
“How does it feel?”
He tilted his head to the side. “How does what feel?”
“When you transform, how does that feel?”
He smiled. “Its the most thrilling thing in the world. Its nothing but pure freedom, pure bliss.”
“I thought werewolves couldn't remember what happens when they transform?”
“I can. I'm in complete control of myself when I transform.”
She chortled. “Are you serious?”
“Dead serious.”
She shook her head.
“You're a metamorphmagus.”
Tonks rolled her eyes, “Wow, really? What gave it away?” She quickly cycled through different hair colors to mock him.
His eyes swept over her, blatantly and hungrily. It made her squirm.
“You shouldn't wear that any longer.” He said.
Tonks’ arms went to her hips. “Wear what? My bloody uniform?!”
“Yes, that. It hides your figure.”
She scoffed. “What, you want me to come here in a miniskirt and a crop top?” She asked incredulously.
Harry nodded. “That would work.”
“Is that your stupid fucking plan?!” Tonks laughed bitterly. “You think you can seduce me into letting you out? Are you serious?”
“Don't wear any knickers, either.” Harry continued on, ignoring her words.
Tonks growled in frustration. “You know what? Fuck you!” She stormed off, snatching the bottle of wine from the floor as she left.
That night, Tonks finished the bottle. Lying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, her hands began to roam all over her body. Soon she was touching her clit, and then she was gasping out as she rode her fingers into an orgasm.
She slept deep into the next day.
…
Tonks stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror, turning every which way to inspect herself.
She was a metamorphmagus, of course, so her body was absolutely perfect. Her breasts held no sag, her ass was pert and bouncy.
And she could always make adjustments on the fly. She made her breasts larger, until they became quite a bit more than a handful, ripe and soft and still gravity-defying. Her ass grew, her hips widened.
She glanced down at the clothes she had picked out. She'd grabbed a pair of socks and transfigured them into what she needed. She grabbed the white crop top, slipping it on over her head. It was very short, barely covering her nipples and exposing copious amounts of underboob. She then put on the pink miniskirt. She wasn't wearing any knickers, not that he'd ever find out, she wasn't going to allow him a peek.
She was going to give him exactly what he asked for, and then leave him frustrated as he could do nothing but look.
She found that she enjoyed the chill as she made her way to his cell. Her patronus stalked around her protectively, sniffling at the floor as if it were planning on hunting the dementors.
The prisoners whistled and hollered things at her, but Tonks easily tuned them out.
When he saw her, he unabashedly drank in her features, with hunger and lust burning in his eyes. It thrilled her, to know she had this much power over a self-proclaimed ‘monster’.
She'd brought the food over almost as an afterthought. Honestly, she almost wished she'd cooked something for him.
“I don't need that.” He said, looking at the tray of food with disdain.
“You're not hungry?” She asked.
“Ravenous.” He assured her.
She dropped the tray of food and walked up to the cell. He was standing a few feet behind the bars, as close as he could manage without breaking out into a rash from the silver.
“Like what you see?” She smirked as she did a little spin for him. Her skirt fluttered up, and he got a clear view of her bare ass cheeks and her fat pussy lips.
“Its magnificent.” Harry assured her. His cock was reacting as well, and her mouth went dry as she saw the monstrous thing begin to tent, stretching the fabric of his boxer briefs to their limit.
“I need to touch you.”
Her heart skipped. She swallowed.
“You can't.” She teased.
“I could, if I could reach through these bars.”
“Your arm will melt off.”
“Not if you strip the silver from the bars.”
Alarm bells and flips and sirens and thrills. Her brain was a cacophony of sound as she considered his words.
The bars were reinforced. The bands on his wrists weakened him. He would not be able to break out.
It was such a risk. Such a rush.
“Stand back.”
He took several steps back, and Tonks began her work. She whipped her wand from side to side, and sparks began to fly as the bars were stripped.
Several minutes later, there was a nice dusting of silver on the floor that she swept away with a gust of wind. The bars were now peeled and bare.
Harry walked forward, reaching his hand through the bars.
He hissed as his forearm burnt slightly, some residue remaining. Still, it was barely an annoyance.
“Well?”
“Just so you known. I'm keyed to the wards. The moment I say the password, this entire place will go on lockdown and the ministry will be alerted.”
He smiled at her. “That's very prudent.”
She idled up to the bars, heart thrumming harder with excitement the closer she got.
She got up against the bars and his hand went to her bum, giving her flesh a firm, tight squeeze. He spread her cheek open, stretching out her asshole.
She could smell him. She'd felt his scent the whole time, but this close, his musk, the pungent build up of sweat, it made her pussy flutter.
His other hand reached out and got under her top, groping at her tits. He was not gentle, roughly squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. The hand on her bum continued to massage it as well, and then she felt his pinky finger circle the entrance to her bum.
“Hey!” She protested. But he wasn't listening. He pulled with some force, and suddenly she was pressed up against bars.
He had her trapped, hands roaming all over her body with growing fervor. Tonks’ head was sideways, but she did not say the magic words, she did not sound the alarm.
How could she, when his rough fingers slid over her mound and spread open her flower? His thumb put pressure on her clit, rubbing circular patterns while his middle finger slipped into her pussy.
Tonks gasped. He felt so good. So much better than her own hands. The way he was squeezing her tits hurt so damn good, it made her eyelids flutter.
And yet he was not satisfied. Nowhere near it.
He fingerfucked her cunt, stuffing a second digit in while he pulled one of her tits in through the bars. He wrapped his mouth around her nipple and sucked hard on it, uncaring as the skin on his face sizzled lightly as he touched the bars.
Tonks was twisted up, torso turned sideways while he fingerbanged her and sucked on her breast. She gripped the bars of his cell for dear life as these scant few seconds brought her more satisfaction than anything in her life before.
He finally released her breast, not without giving her nipple a rough bite that made her squeal in both pain and pleasure.
His hand leapt out to grab her by her bubblegum pink hair. He squeezed tight, pinning her head back as his other hand suddenly abandoned her quivering pussy.
Tonks mewled in protest at the loss, but Harry was merciless. He applied downward pressure, and Tonks found herself getting down to her knees.
He didn't so much whip his cock out as he tore his briefs off, letting them fall to the floor as his meat bobbed free.
It had looked so big straining against the thin cloth of his boxer briefs. Somehow, as she was being brought to eye level with it, it looked positively gigantic.
It was thick and meaty, veiny and hard. His balls hung low, each sack swollen with his big, round, churning cum-factories.
It was impossible for his cock not to scrape against the bars. Harry hissed as the minute residue of silver burnt, but he didn't care. He brought her face close, until his head was only centimeters from her mouth.
If his musk had been strong before, it was absolutely overhwelming now. It walloped her with its deep manly stench.
“I'm going to fuck your face.”
He wasn't asking.
He pressed his cock against her lips before she could get ready and Tonks was forced to open her mouth wide. His thick length slid down her throat. She adjusted, morphing her body to allow herself to take more of him.
She didn't realize what cartoonish lengths she'd gone to until her lips kissed the base of his cock, and she found that she'd elongated her throat almost down to her stomach.
She began to readjust, forcing herself to cope with her gag reflex.
And that was when he began to fuck her face in earnest.
He was not gentle, nor considerate. He pulled his hips back and slammed them home, both hands now pulling her by her hair as he raped her mouth through the bars.
Tonks was squatting on the floor, her own hands rubbing furiously at her pussy as Harry's balls smacked against her chin. Her mouth was stretched wide, and Tonks found her eyes glazing over as she peered up at him.
He looked powerful. He looked dominant, he looked savage. His green eyes were brimming with fire and fury as he took no mercy on her throat.
Tonks was being used, she was being mouth-raped like a sex doll by a powerful, dominant male. Right now, he could do whatever he wanted to her, and she was powerless.
She moaned around his cock as she came, a gusher of cum flooding from her pussy.
As wet, sticky fluid trickled down her thighs, she heard Harry grunt. She gurgled, slobber and precup sloshing out from the seal of her mouth as Harry violently slammed himself into her throat.
She had tears streaking down her face as he pushed all the way home, her nose bending against his crotch as his cock burst like a rocket inside of her.
His seed blasted its way down her throat like a piping hot helping of thick oatmeal. Tonks could do nothing but gulp it down, throat pulsating rhythmically around his shaft as his werewolf seed quickly filled her belly.
He kept her in place as his cock continued to twitch. Tonks’ face was turning purple as she was unable to breathe, but Harry's grip was iron clad. She rapidly lost oxygen, spots forming in her vision as her head felt woozy.
Just when she began to fade away, his cock swelled inside her one last time, thick faucet drips of cum racing down her gullet. Then, and only then, did Harry slowly and deliberately slide her throat off of his cock.
It was an eternal moment, and Tonks felt every ripple his cock caused in her throat as he snaked it out, until finally his engorged head was stoppering her mouth, and with a forceful tug, it plopped out of her mouth.
He let go of her head, and Tonks fell backwards, falling into a heap on the floor as she began coughing profusely. She almost felt like throwing up as a wave of nausea assaulted her. Her belly sat heavy and warm. Spittle flew all over the cold floor as she panted, her vision slowly unfogging as her oxygen deprived brain slowly recovered.
It took some very long minutes, but she was on her knees, inadvertently presenting her gushing pussy and twitching bunghole to Harry. Her breathing was raspy, and she ended up crawling on all fours towards her wand and casting a quick water charm.
The flood of ice cold water that lubricated her throat was an incredible relief. After splashing her sweat-drenched face, Tonks managed to wobble onto her feet.
Harry was standing there, leaning on the bars, semi-erect cock looming menacing, promising more pain to come.
He beckoned her over.
“Come.”
She complied. She walked meekly over to him. His hand cradled her face as his other arm wrapped around her waist. He hugged her to him, only the hard steel bars prevented them from a full embrace. He caressed her face, hands roaming her body in a gentle massage that made her purr. She felt safe, she felt content in his arms.
As her adrenaline settled, the totality of what she'd done came down of her like a lead weight.
She pulled away from him, and he let her go.
“I-I need to go.”
He didn't seem concerned. Not one bit. “I will wait for you here.”
Tonks turned around and ran.
…
She'd twisted and turned. She'd agonized over it.
She knew what was happening was wrong. She was an auror, for Merlin's sake, she had made an oath to uphold justice, and she'd just been involved in such crass, lewd activities with an inmate.
There were many crooked aurors in the department. People who took bribes or made decisions based on earning political points rather than following the law. Tonks was not one of them. She'd been trained by Alastor Moody. And not just that, her parents had raised her with a strong sense of right and wrong.
And yet, whenever she thought about cutting off what was happening. She was repulsed by it. Her body craved him, it yearned to submit.
What had her moral compass earned her anyways?
She floo called her mother in the morning but got no response. She was likely working. She waited nervously. The lunch hour came and went, but she knew Harry didn't give two shits about missing a meal.
She didn't leave her quarters, not even going through the motions of doing her job.
She flooed her mother again in the evening, and Andromeda Tonks answered with surprise and confusion written on her face.
“Nymmy? I thought your calls were limited?”
“They are, mum, but I really needed to talk to you.”
“Is everything alright?” Andromeda instantly switched over to deep concern. Tonks had not even tried to conceal the despair in her tone.
“I don't know what to do, mum. I-I feel like I have a big decision to make, I don't want to make the wrong choice.” She felt so rushed, the scant few minutes allotted for their call felt like grains of sand slipping through her fingers.
“Oh Merlin, Nymmy. I was right to be worried about that place. Those dementors are awful, and they just up and decided to leave you all alone in there?” Andromeda's face morphed into a scowl. For the first time, Nymphadora noticed all the similarities between her mother and her erstwhile aunt.
“Nym, you know your father and I love you, whatever decision you make, we'll support. If this job, this lifestyle doesn't feel right, you need to drop it. Life is short, Nymphadora, you need to follow your heart. Look at me, if I hadn't followed mine, I'd be in a miserable pureblood marriage, and you wouldn't be here.”
“I-I need to follow my heart?” Tonks choked on her words.
Andromeda nodded fiercely. “Of course! You need to trust your heart, you need to let it guide you!”
“...even if a lot of people could be hurt?” She croaked out.
Her mother's face twisted in shock. “Wha-”
The flames were suddenly snuffed out. The time limit had been reached.
Her mother couldn't call her back, but Nym could call her again.
She wasn't going to. She was going to follow her heart.
…
The moonlight bestowed everything it touched with such an ethereal beauty. Tonks felt as if she was floating through the prison, drifting like a fairy from a children's tale.
The dementors gave her a wide berth. They seemed terrified. As if they knew that something was going to happen. The inmates felt something in the air as well. They did not speak as she passed, despite her nudity.
Tonks relished in the feeling of the frigid night air on her skin, the soles of her feet tingling as she stepped on ice-cold stone. Her wolf patronus circled around her, protective of its master as she trudged the now familiar path to the high security wing.
Her nipples had already been rock-hard, but when she saw him, it was like they were doused with gasoline and set ablaze. They were in sync with her clit, which began to hum lightly as she took him in.
He was as she'd left him. Completely nude, semi-flaccid cock swinging freely between his legs. He was leaning against the bars, she could see the small burn marks on his forearms, his torso, all over his body, from where the silver had burnt him. She could see just how red-raw his wrists looked under his bands.
They stared at each other in complete silence, his emerald green eyes boring into her violet ones. He wasn't looking into her mind, but he was reading her, peering into her soul.
“The full moon is tomorrow.” She said.
He nodded. “You've made your choice.”
“I have.”
She walked closer. He didn't back away, not this time.
The door to his cell swung open. He took two steps forward, holding out his arms to her.
She held a key in her hand. There was no keyhole on his bands, but when she touched the key to them, they snapped off, falling to the floor with a loud clang.
Nymphadora dropped the key on the floor. She spread her arms out wide.
He was on her in the blink of an eye. Tonks found herself pinned to the wall, moaning loudly as his lips claimed her neck. She felt sharp teeth brush up against her skin. She was like a little lamb, all it would take was one movement and he could tear out her throat.
She was on a knife's edge, and she loved it. Fangs sliced through her neck and drew blood that he happily lapped at, but he did not harm her.
He could destroy her. But she was his. He would cherish her.
Her arms roamed his back as he pinned her to the wall. His muscles were bulging, having swollen considerably. He'd grown taller, thin patches of fur having sprouted around his body. His pupils had disappeared, turning his eyes into startling pools of dark green, fangs poking out from his mouth.
He was half-way between a human and a werewolf. He was truly a monster.
“Gods!” Tonks shrieked as his hands squeezed her tits. His cock was brushing up against her pussy, larger than before. Tonks dug her nails on his back, unable to break the skin even as she clung on for dear life.
His cockhead probed at her entrance, lining itself up as his hand wrapped around her throat and choked the life out of her.
She gazed lovingly into those monstrous eyes, knowing she had made the right choice.
He slammed into her pussy, knocking pebbles and dust from the ceiling and wall as Tonks threw her head back in absolute ecstasy.
She opened herself up, allowing him to fill her completely, to take her cunt and make it his.
None of her teenaged fantasies could match up to the reality of being absolutely rammed by a dominant werewolf cock. She rested her hands on his forearm as he choked and fucked her, volently slamming her hips against the stone as his cock rearranged her guts.
She came around his cock as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. His grip on her neck lightened just enough to allow her to breathe, though he still kept a constant, oppressive pressure.
As he rolled his hips back and twisted his monster cock in and out of her stretched-thin cunt, he brought his other hand across her shoulder. Long, sharp claws slashed diagonally. Tonks hissed and gasped, tilting her head upward as tears welled up in her eyes and fresh gashes opened up. The swipe was clean and smooth, and she was left with five long slashes from her left shoulder down to her ribcage, going across her jiggling tits.
He had marked her. The wounds stung and burned as he forced her back to arch and he lapped at the wounds, looping downward until he latched onto her bleeding nipple and began to suck greedily from it.
Tonks wrapped her arms around his head as his hips became a flurry of movement, a relentless jackhammer that threatened to break her pelvis. She was being fucked, violated, raped, demolished, she was being turned into a werewolf's plaything, and she had never been happier in her life.
A second orgasm struck her, the pain from the wounds and the pleasure from being so thoroughly fucked emulsifying into a dizzying, earth-shattering orgasm that made her clit twitch and throb uncontrollably.
“Mine!” He grunted as he suddenly slowed his pace, locking his hips and pushing in in one hard, strong thrust.
His cock was nestled right up against her womb when it exploded. His cum shot out like a pressurized jet, blasting against the barrier that protected her womb and slowly forcing it open. Tonks’ eyes had rolled back as she felt it, his cum so gunky and concentrated that it felt like artillery shells barraging her womb. He managed to break through, and soon her lower stomach was bulging as a large helping of semen began to flood in through her cervix.
Tonks mewled and whimpered as Harry kept her firmly planted against the wall, letting his swollen balls empty out completely as her pussy was packed tight with his werewolf seed.
He was cradling her, then, her head rested on his shoulder as he carried her off, cock still buried deep within her as he held her in his strong arms and calmly walked down the prison.
For a moment, she panicked. She needed to summon a patronus, otherwise the dementors would swarm them-
“Shhh.” He ran a hand through her hair. “Nothing will happen to you, my mate.”
She trusted him. She knew he would protect her. She allowed herself to drift off to sleep.
…
“No! No please! Please I swear! I can serve you, I-I can he-”
The man's groveling was cut short as a hand grabbed his tongue and tore it clean off from his mouth. He screamed in sheer agony as blood rushed from the wound, but the hands were not done.
A pair of thumbs applied pressure to his eyelids, and as he trashed about desperately, the pressure mounted until his eyeballs could take no more, letting off a wet pop as they were crushed like grapes.
Harry crushed Rodolphus Lestrange's skull, caving it in but making sure to leave him alive. He threw him to the floor, smirking as the man began rolling around in abject agony, his slow, torturous death beginning.
He walked out of the cell to a cacophony of screams. These were not the wails of despair that the dementors elicited. These were shrieks of terror, flight or fight responses having been activated.
He walked barefoot through a growing pool of blood. It was early morning, though one could not tell from the dreary view from the nearby windows.
A man was twitching on the floor, body contorted in a grotesque fashion as Tonks held her wand over him. The scar Harry had given her was still fresh, not even her metamorph powers able to do anything to hide it. Not that she would want to.
She may not be a werewolf, he would not turn her, but he'd made her more wolf-like, more vicious.
She lifted the torture curse with a look of glee on her face before sending a cutting curse that slashed through the mans body, cleaving it in half.
She was covered in blood. He was as well. They had gone through the prison in an orgy of blood and gore, the dementors having quickly fled.
“Come, my love.” Harry held out his hands and Tonks laced her fingers with his, “We've got one more stop before we leave.”
He'd sated his pent up blood-lust, the few remaining prisoners would be spared, they had bigger fish to fry.
But first…
When they came up on the cell, the woman was pressed up against the bars. The rotten rags hung off her body, which was gaunt and malnourished. Her face was no better off, skeletally thin and stretched. Her violet eyes were wild and deranged, but somewhere in there, in that dried out husk, the beautiful woman she'd once been was still lying dormant.
“Hey there, auntie.” Tonks waved at the woman.
“Niece?” Bellatrix questioned as she tilted her head to the side. “Cissy's?” she asked skeptically.
“Andi'’s.” Tonks answered.
Bellatrix's eyes darkened with fury, but she turned her head to look at Harry. He was fully human at the moment, but bathed in the blood of others, with a feral glint in his eyes, he looked like more than a mere man, much more.
He walked up to the bars and presented his cock, blood having dripped onto it as well.
“You have a choice to make. Bellatrix. Stay, or go.”
Bella looked up at him with her deranged eyes. He had been the one to kill her master. She knew he was truly gone this time, she knew there was no coming back.
She opened her mouth wide and let him slide his cock down her throat. She cooed and hummed as she closed her eyes, knowing her new master would take care of her.
…
Andromeda was worried.
Ted hadn't come home. It wasn't that late, only ten in the evening, but still, her husband was always home by six at the latest. In the twenty-five years that they'd been married, no matter the circumstances, he was always home on time, or he'd floo in and let her know why he was late.
It was just another concern to add to the pile that was currently fraying her nerves.
Her call with Nymphadora the previous night had been distressing. She'd stayed up for hours, waiting on a call back from her daughter that never came.
This morning, she'd gone over to the ministry. She'd walked up to the auror office to report her concerns over her daughter's state of mind.
She'd managed to make it all the way up to an auror by the name of Dawlish, who had listened to her with a dismissive look on his face and then told her that her daughter would be fine. It was quite common for people to get cabin fever while in Azkaban, especially for an inexperienced rookie like Nymphadora. The department didn't have the resources to check on her, but he'd tell one of his bosses to give her a floo call later on if he remembered. Otherwise, she could just wait until the end of the week when her daughter would be rotated out.
It was very frustrating. She tried finding someone else, someone higher up the chain, but she got the run around until she was forced to just leave.
She sighed as she remembered the frustration of that morning. She held out hope that Nym would call her again tonight. She needed to get to the bottom of this.
The kitchen door creaked open and Andromeda perked up. Ted had finally arrived.
“And where exactly did you run off to, Te- Nymmy?! Nymphadora! What's happened to you?!”
Her daughter was standing there in her kitchen. The spiky hair she liked to wear was a blood red color and she'd grown it at the sides so that it hung past her ears. Her eyes were violet, her natural color, something she usually didn't wear.
Her daughter was there, and she was completely naked.
Nymphadora's body was covered in bruises and welts, but all of those paled in comparison to the large scars that ran diagonally down her chest. It looked as if a bear had slashed her through.
“Oh Merlin!” Andromeda rushed over to her daughter, wrapping her up in a hug.
“Nymmy, what is going on?” She asked. It hadn't sunken in yet, but her daughter had abandoned her post, which could get her into some very hot water. She needed to convince her to go back and hope no one had noticed.
“I did what you said, mum. I chose to be happy.” Tonks mumbled.
There was a loud howling outside. Andromeda's head shot up as she looked out onto the rolling fields. There had never been wolves here before.
The moon was full and heavy up in the sky.
“Nymphadora. You need to get dressed. We need to get you back to Azkaban before someone at the ministry finds out.”
Nymphadora. “I'm not going back, mum. Come on, I need you to meet someone.”
Her daughter grabbed her hand and pulled her outside.
Fearing the worst, Andromeda spoke as her daughter pulled her further and further away from their home. “Nymmy, you've had a mental breakdown. We might need to take you to a healer.” Screw the repercussions, she couldn't let her daughter return to Azkaban in this state.
Nymphadora giggled, and the sound made a jolt of fear run up Andromeda's spine. It was so similar to her sister's laugh, a sound Andromeda had wished to never hear again.
They were cresting a hill now, and Nymphadora was walking faster now, practically running. Andromeda tried to stop, but her daughter's grip was strong, ludicrously so.
Andi opened her mouth, ready to come up with more words to try and snap her daughter out of her delirium.
She heard another howl as they finally saw over the hill.
“AAAAAGH!”
She shrieked, instincts kicking in as she tried to run back, to pull her daughter back home and sprint to safety.
But Nymphadora's grip was unyielding, and she only ended up straining her wrist.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! WE NEED T-”
She looked to her daughter, to how calm she looked, and then the bruises and the scars all began to make sense.
“I want to make you happy too, mum. Come on, lets join aunt Bella.”
It barely registered that the woman she was seeing kneeling down on the grass was her psychopath sister. She could only despair as her daughter pulled her down, resisting all of her attempts at escape as he dragged her closer.
At the bottom of the hill, under the cover of the moon, Bellatrix Lestrange was on arms and knees, panting like a bitch as a massive wolf fucked her from behind. Andromeda noted that her sister had a similar scar to her daughter's, but this one was fainter, and ran across her face.
It was such a large beast, there was no doubt in her mind, this was a werewolf.
The wolf was covered in pitch black fur, and it had emerald green eyes, eyes that seemed to shine with their own light. One of his paws was pushing down on Bellatrix's head while his wolf-cock fucked her and violated her pussy.
“I brought my mum, master.” Nymphadora said, proud to have been a good girl.
The wolf looked up at them, its eyes boring into the squirming Andromeda.
It shifted its hips back, pulling out its slimy red cock out of Bella's pussy with some effort.
It moved fast, too fast for something so big. With a shriek, Andromeda found herself thrown to the grass, the wolf's massive paws feeling like cinder blocks on her shoulders.
“No! No! Please no!” She yelled as the wolf lowered its muzzle, its powerful jaws closing over the thread of her gown and ripping it off.
Tonks was kneeling behind her master, peeking her head in between his legs and taking his red wolf cock into her mouth. She sucked on it lovingly as her mother looked on in despair, watching her daughter greedily guzzle a doggy cock down her throat.
Tonks gave him a few deep sucks before pulling it out of her mouth. Andromeda's struggles began anew, but there was nothing she could do stop it.
Her legs were parted open by her daughter, and the wolf's cock was soon spearing into her pussy.
The long, slimy appendage slammed into her pussy. Andromeda felt dirty, she felt defiled as she was forcefully raped by an animal.
The wolf rutted into her while her daughter and her sister hung off of him, hands roaming all over his fur as the beast's cock trashed around inside her tender walls.
Andromeda had stopped fighting. She just lay there as she was fucked, her traitorous body exploding with pleasure as the wolf's paws scratched at her skin, marking her like it had done to the others.
When the wolf came, she was filled with his seed, belly ballooning up to the point of bursting. That was when she felt the knot, a solid, hard lump that made her scream even louder as her pussy was stretched beyond its limit.
“I'm so jealous, Andi!” Bellatrix said from above.
“You got his knot in you, mum. You're going to have his pups.” Tonks said proudly as she rubbed the panting werewolf's muzzle.
Andromeda whimpered as the knot twitched inside of her and the cum sloshed about in her belly.
Up in the sky, the moon continued to gently hum as it smiled down on its children.
Comments
Jas
Love it. You should continue this one
