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Remus Lupin and School Full of Bitches (Ch.4 Amelia Bones)
🕑 Added 2021-12-03 18:51:26 +0000 UTCRose stumbled blindly back to the Gryffindor dorm. She was lucky it was late evening and halls were mostly deserted, or she would have surely knocked into someone by now.
Her mind was overwhelmed with what she had witnessed. The heavy, intoxicating smell of sex, of humans rutting and acting on their primal desires….. The sound of the Professor’s manly grunts and Susan’s moans of pleasure….
The sight of Professor Lupin fucking Susan had been so sudden, so mindblowing, that Rose had almost missed that bitch Amalthea being far too comfortable with him.
Before, Rose was afraid of Professor falling for Malfoy's dubious ‘charms’, but now, after seeing with her own eyes just how submissive the pureblood princess had been acting….
Rose didn’t know what to think.
Her body, however, was far less unsure. An uncomfortable, exciting heat rushed, from the tips of her ears to her stiffening nipples and her pussy. For all the confusion the young Potter felt, there was no denying it.
The image of Professor fucking her classmates made Rose helplessly aroused.
She rushed, safe from prying eyes beneath her father’s invisibility cloak back to her dormitory. A half-realized desire spurring her on.
Somehow, Rose managed to sneak in the girl’s dorm without alerting anyone already sleeping. The last thing she needed right now was Hermione’s lecturing. Or worse. Lavender’s and Parvati’s teasing.
With her privacy assured by the bed curtains, Rose finally felt safe to indulge.
It was wrong, so shamefully wrong to fantasize, to masturbate to the image of her teacher brutally fucking Susan’s asshole. But then why did it have to feel so good when Rose plunged three of her fingers into her wet pussy?
Rose bit back a moan that threatened to wake up her roommates. Her body was on fire from desire and with no strong man to sate her hunger, Rose had to settle for her fingers.
Her toes curled from pleasure, Rose tried harder and harder to get herself off, thrusting deeper and deeper into her pussy with her dainty, inadequate fingers.
“Professor!” Rose finally failed to hold back a moan.
The young woman blushed, afraid and aroused at the prospect of being found out. She froze, not daring to move a muscle. Moments passed with no sign that anybody woke up, before Rose allowed herself to move.
She was so close, so close to the peak, but no matter how much she tried, Rose couldn’t push herself over the edge.
There was only so much one inexperienced virgin could do with two hands, and Rose had never had any reason to research more risque areas of magic. Good thing then, that Rose had inherited from her mother more than just her emerald eyes.
Almost growling in frustration, Rose thought furiously about the solution, her hands busy playing with her perky breasts.
The image of Professor Lupin impaling that Susan’s asshole again and again burned in Rose’s mind. Now more than just a titillating memory, it gave her an idea.
Careful to remain quiet, Rose shuffled around until she was ass up, head down. Her tits and stiff nipples rubbed delightfully against the bedding, while her two hands were free to play with her slutty holes.
Rose had never considered her ass to be a zone of erotic concern, her sheltered upbringing leaving her few opportunities to socialize with the sluttier part of modern youth. The sight of Susan Bones’ anal violation, changed young gryffindor’s perception forever.
Now she was intrigued.
One of her hands busy playing with her kitty, Rose slowly inserted a finger into her ass. Even lubricated with her pussy juices, it was still going slowly, the taut ring of her sphincter wroth to allow any penetration.
But slowly and surely, Rose worked her finger in and out of her tight little asshole. The uncomfortable sensation slowly faded away leaving behind only a deluge of dirty pleasure.
Rose’s imagination was running wild. Sights flashed before her mind’s eye, each more debauched than the last. Young Potter pictured herself bent over and savagely fucked by Professor, but every so often, another would star in Rose’s fantasy. She felt nothing but guit, shame and whorish arousal, picturing her mother submitting to a man that was not her father. Each time she imagined Professor Lupin burying his thick veiny cock into her mom’s butt, fresh waves of arousal traveled up and down her spine.
Both of her holes occupied by her fingers, Rose buried her face in a pillow, which muffled moans and whimpers, Rose made as she finally brought herself to an orgasm.
The girl screamed into her pillow from what she would later view as her first step to becoming a buttslut.
But at the time, had she been aware of that, Rose would probably be more concerned with Hermione.
The Gryffindor know-it-all had one hand buried between her thighs, while the other was pressed against her mouth, silencing any cries of pleasure she might have made.
Rose’s friend had definitely heard the Girl-Who-Lived moaning and Hermione had a good idea who this ‘Professor’ was.
These two sluts-to-be were getting ever closer to joining the resident werewolf’s breeding stable.
XxXxX
A good life, Remus discovered, was a thing of routines. Yes, there was a lot of excitement to be had in new adventures and unexpected twists of fate. Remus had his fair share of those, and he had enjoyed them immensely.
Still, nothing beats having your stomach full with good food and knowing it would be that way tomorrow. Or not having to worry about a shelter, or a particularly zealous werewolf hunter.
Or having a stable of lusty bitches always eager to service his insatiable libido.
Yes, after the first few weeks of settling down, Remus had finally hit his stride.
Susan Bones, this insatiable buttslut, was bouncing on his dick, desperate to draw out a fresh portion of his cum. He had already cum in Amalthea, who was now lying limply on one of the desks, his thick semen rolling down her thighs and legs and dripping down onto the floor.
So Susan had quite a challenge ahead of her. Already incessant from her many anal orgasms, Susan struggled to ride Remus properly, with beads of sweat running down her voluptuous body.
At this point it wouldn’t surprise Remus, if the only reason the Huffleslut was still upright was because of his iron hard dick up her rectum.
Still, she must not have lost her mind completely, because she noticed one important discrepancy between Remus’ treatment of his Hufflepuff and Slytherin sluts.
“Sir.” Susan started, clearly reluctant to draw his ire. “I was wondering. Why do you only fuck my ass, and never my pussy?”
Remus slapped Susan’s ass, enjoying the way it jiggled.
“Because you’ve been a bad girl.” He said with a smirk. “Trying to get me arrested by the Aurors….”
Remus shook his head in mock disappointment.
“But...what can I do to earn your forgiveness...Sir.” Susan said hastily.
A wolfish grin spread on Remus’ face. It was just the thing he wanted Amelia’s niece to say.
XxXxX
Amelia Bones marched through the dusty corridors of the shrieking shack with her wand ready and her niece following close behind her.
The last thing the Head of the DMLE expected when she met with Susan in Hogsmeade, was a teary confession of sexual abuse that was going on in Hogwarts under the Headmistress’ knowledge and consent.
Perhaps it would have been smarter to call for backup, to investigate Susan’s allegations more thoroughly before springing to action, but when her niece told her of the rendezvous that was about to happen in the Shrieking Shack….
Well, Amelia couldn’t ignore that.
Still there was something bothering her. Whether it was Susan’s skittish behaviour during their meetup in Three Broomsticks, the vague details of her story or her current flushed expression….Amelia was unsure.
Not to mention the fact that she had a good idea who was the unnamed man in Susan’s story. She...Amelia didn’t know how she would react if her suspicions turned out to be right.
As the Bones women approached the door at the end of the corridor, they could hear female moans of pleasure and male, almost beastly grunts. Soon Amelia could distinguish the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and smell the thick masculine musk of doubtlessly virile man.
Instinctively, Amelia took a deep breath, her lungs filling with the scent of a powerful male. Heat slowly crept to her cheeks as unbidden memories of her Hogwarts tryst started coming to the forefront of her mind.
“Stop that!” Amelia thought to herself, her cheeks rosy.
It was now or never.
The Auror Veteran burst through the door, a quick chain of spells flying off her wand.
The man, who previously was pumping his dick into a seemingly all too willing blonde Hogwarts student, was thrown off his victim and chained to the wall where Amelia could see him.
And what a sight it was.
From his chiseled body, to the thick cock throbbing in the air and confident grin on enticing grin on his face, it was clear to Amelia - Remus had only gotten more dangerous since their time in Hogwarts.
She had been in her last year when Remus started his first, and when their ‘romance’ had started she was the confident mature lady seducing an inexperienced boy.
Their roles changed quickly.
Before she knew it, Amelia was the one helpless to the younger man’s charm. Their sexual encounters which used to be dominated by her experience and desires, turned into marathon fucking sessions, where Remus routinely reduced her from a Head Girl to a cum rag.
And worst of all? Amelia loved it.
It was a miracle that she hadn’t flunked any of her classes, with how much time Amelia spent fucked silly, with holes full of werewolf cum. There had been a few close calls though and it had been enough to snap her out of it.
So she did the only thing she could think of. Once Amelia graduated, she cut all contact with Remus and threw herself into Auror training, desperate to forget all about him.
And she did, somewhat got over him.
At least that’s what she thought.
Now, standing in front of Remus, all grown up and even more attractive for it….Amelia realised she might not have been as successful as she had hoped.
“So, Amy.” Remus gave a roguish grin that made her weak in her knees. “What are you going to do now?”
Her face flushed her knees weak and her pussy growing wetter and hotter by the second, Amelia tried to level her wand at her old master, who only snorted when he saw her pathetic attempt.
“Come now. We both know you want to be my good little bitch.”
Damn him and her own weakness - Remus was right.
Amelia crashed on her knees, her wand discarded. With no regard for her own niece, Amelia engulfed her Alpha’s cockhead.
Ultimately, that’s what Remus was for Amelia. He was her Alpha, a superior male who dominated her and made her his breeding bitch. That was a yearning that had never gone away - to be filled with the man’s progeny, to help her master carry on his bloodline.
Amelia’s tongue licked all over Remus’ glans, savouring the taste of precum, while her hands were busy massaging his balls, measuring just how much of his thick virile cum was backed up there.
Suddenly a hand gripped Amelia’s head and shoved her head forward. She had no choice but to take Remus’ dick deeper into her throat, gagging and spluttering. Years without practice, lef Amelia unprepared to deepthroating werewolf cock. Her slobber dripped down onto the floor and tears ran down her face, while her niece continued to impale her aunt’s face on her master’s cock.
“Turns out Susan here is just as much of a slut as you are.” Remus said with a smirk after easily breaking out of conjured bindings.
He enjoyed the look of disbelief, betrayal and helpless arousal swirling in Amelia’s eyes.
“She was most eager to betray her own aunt if it meant getting my dick in her hungry twat.” Remus punctuated his statement by roughly fucking Amelia’s face.
Susan beamed at him, a lewd expression made more enjoyable by the flushed face of her aunt being right beside her.
“Go play with Amalthea.” Remus commanded when he impaled Amelia’s throat on his throbbing cock.
Susan pouted, but quickly acquiesced. Remus smiled, enjoying the sight of the Huffleslut’s perfect backside.
With a loud groan, Remus came, painting Amelia’s face white and giving the auror slut her first facial in many years. The Bones Matriarch coughed, her throat sore from all the abuse, but there was no mistaking her hands desperately fingerfucking her sopping quim, hungry for an orgasm.
With a derisive laugh, Remus ground his toe into Amelia’s dripping cunt.
“Assume the position.” He barked out an order.
Amelia shuddered, enjoying the way her old Alpha so effortlessly dominated her. If any of her subordinates were to see her now, they were unlikely to recognize their no nonsense boss. Right now Amelia was little better than the Knockturn whores she used to arrest back in the beginning of her career.
Slowly, Amelia leaned back and spread her legs, offering her pussy for Remus to ravage. The werewolf just scoffed.
“That’s not how a bitch is fucked and you know this, Amy.” He said, looking down on Amelia’s cum covered face.
“Yes, master. Sorry, master.”
Quickly, the mature redhead flipped on her front, pressing her tits into wooden floors and presenting her fat ass for Remus’ pleasure.
“That’s better.” Remus said and slapped Amelia’s buttock, making it jiggle most pleasantly.
The werewolf threw his weight forward, spearing the auror’s cunt and forcing almost all of his cock deep into her pussy. The cockhead slammed into Amelia’s cervix, sending jolts of pain and pleasure through the redhead slut’s body.
Remus heard Amelia squeal and gasp, excited to finally be fucked by her Alpha. He grabbed and fondled her, fucking her with zealous abandon. Then he grabbed her by her fertile hips, driving his dick deep into Amelia’s hungry cunt, feeling pleasure spreading from his throbbing dick up to his head.
Remus grinned a wolfish, hungry grin, as he ravaged Amelia’s body with carnal relish. He shoved a thumb into the redhead’s tight asshole, relishing the way her tight anal ring squeezed his finger, while Amelia screamed in pleasure and pain.
XxXxX
Remus fucked and fucked her until Amelia felt like she going insane.
No. Perhaps finally she was coming to her senses. Why did she flee this man, this beast, her alpha back in her youth? She could have been fucked like this for years. Maybe by now the Bones House would not have been reduced to a pair of filthy sluts in her and Susan.
It didn’t matter now.
Now everything was as it should have been. With Amelia pushing her hips against the domineering thrusts of her master, squeezing his cock with her cunt muscles, trying to get every drop of his hot virile cum out of his balls.
Amelia was breathless, her mouth agape and an expression of mindless lust frozen on her face. Her ass, red from all the abuse, jiggled each time Remus slammed his hips against hers.
The Bones Matriarch arched her back, feeling Remus’ cock twitch deep inside her pussy. Encouraged by this sign of impending orgasm. Her pussy contracted, clenching around his invading rod. Amelia came, gushing pussy juices all over Remus’ thighs.
“Cumming, you filthy little whore.” Remus snarled, increasing his pace, until he finally slammed his way into Amelia’s womb.
Amelia had a mini-orgasm, her body shuddering in primal pleasure as Remus flooded her womb with cum.
The auror could almost feel the werewolf’s aggressive sperm attack and dominate her poor defenceless eggs, impregnating her good and proper.
Amelia sagged on the floor, happy to have finally found her proper place.
Then she felt Remus spreading her ass cheeks. A mix of fear and excitement made her heart skip a beat.
“I hope you didn’t think this was all.” Remus growled, hotdogging his cock between Amelia’s ass cheeks. “We have decades to make up for.”
The werewolf pressed his cock against Amelia’s anal ring and as Amelia endured her first anal penetration in years, she knew – this was going to be a long day.
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Zain-FI
I love this so much
