In Bloom - Chapter 12

Summary: When a magical flower sprays Harry with a mysterious cloud of spores, he soon finds the side effects to be far more…pleasant than he expected. Now with every girl in the castle obsessed with him, Harry must decide whether to find a cure for this mystery ailment or give in to its more carnal benefits. 

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Chapter 12: Spring Showers

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“You’re mental.” Harry breathed as Tonks pulled him inside a very familiar office. He felt his lips twist into a smile as he glanced around Madame Bones’s office and turned to face Tonks while the door clicked shut behind them. “I bloody love it.”

The metamorph met him with a smirk, shucking off her sports bra and tossing it to the side. Harry’s eyes immediately locked onto her jutting breasts. Tonks was unashamed, squeezing her large globes together enticingly under his stunned gaze. The two giant mounds were truly a sight to behold. They hung from her chest like two mountains of tanned flesh, unimpeded by both gravity or their own weight. They held firm without the slightest droop, capped by her galleon-sized areola and the stiffened buds of her nipples. Harry reluctantly ripped his eyes away from the dazzling sight as Tonks stepped forward and tugged at the hem of his shirt.

“I thought you might.” She giggled. “I’ve fantasised about this for as long as I can remember.”

Harry allowed Tonks to peel the thin exercise shirt over his head before pulling the metamorph close.

“Shagging in your boss’s office?” He asked.

Tonks smirked and palmed the outline of his cock. “Shagging you, stupid. Having you bend me over Bonsey’s desk is just a plus~” Her breath caught in her throat as Harry’s hand found her sex as well. The outer layer of her leggings was completely soaked around her mound from their earlier tryst. The thin material was quickly pushed down, pooling around her knees, while Harry slipped his hand between her naked thighs. Tonks shuddered as he swiped a finger over her naked folds. She was still hypersensitive from her previous orgasm, meaning even the slightest bit of stimulation was enough to make her legs tremble.

Harry caught her before she could completely collapse. Tonks giggled as she was hauled off her feet without warning. Kicking her pants off completely, she wrapped her legs tightly around Harry’s midsection as he carried her over to her boss's large, dark-oak desk. Bum met hardwood, and Tonks moaned as Harry’s lips met her’s. Out of instinct rather than any real plan Tonks hooked her fingers under the waistband of his trousers. Whimpering softly, the pink-haired minx tugged the offending garment down, nearly moaning in relief when the weighty smack of his cock springing free slapped agaisnt her inner thigh.

‘Fuck she’s eager…’ Harry mused, and indeed she was. Long having her fill of foreplay, Tonks wasted no time in wrapping both hands around his engorged member. She gave it a few teasing pumps before sliding the thick purpled head against her entrance.

“Hng!” Barely the tip of his cock was in before she could no longer hold her cries at bay. It was euphoric! Never before has she been stretched to such lengths. Her inner walls strained to take him as he pushed slowly into her quivering pussy. Even with her metamorphic abilities, Tonks could do little more than wrap her legs around Harry’s waist as he sank deeper inside her. It felt like an eternity before he was finally fully hilted inside. She groaned from a mixture of relief and pleasure. Never before had she felt so bloody full. 

“Bl-Bloody hell, Wonder Boy!” Tonks gasped. She could feel the smallest twitches of his cock inside her, each one responsible for another spasm of pleasure that rocked her core. “Fuck! You’re going to ruin me~”

Harry smirked, reaching down to give her a playful smack on the arse. “Just you wait…”

Tonks opened her mouth to retort, but the only thing that made it past her lips was a strangled shriek of pleasure as Harry suddenly pulled back and slammed back inside her cunt with a loud ‘SCHLAP!’

His thrusts only built from there, piercing her folds with relentless vigour. She could do little but let her head fall back and scream out to the heavens as he remolded her cunt to the shape of his cock. Each slap of flesh was another testament to just how accurate her earlier exclamation was. He was going to ruin her, and Tonks would thank him for it.

Unbeknownst to her, Harry was in a much similar shape. Tonks’s cunt was vastly different than any other witch he’s shagged. Her walls grasped him tightly, so much so that it took actually effort to pull himself back with every thrust. What’s more was the way her pussy seemingly reshaped itself, tightenting and releasing seemingly at random but always in a way that brought the most stimulation to his thrusting cock. Each time he plunged back into her soaking folds, it felt like he was hiltling himself inside an entirely new witch. It was as if Tonks’s powers were running rampant through her sex, or perhaps, on some unconscious level, the metamorph was trying to reshape her cunt to the best possible shape to take his cock. Whatever the truth was, Harry certainly didn’t mind. It felt fantastic.

It wasn’t the only thing that was fantastic, however. Like a moth to a flame, Harry’s eyes locked onto Tonks’s rippling tits. The two giant mounds bounced back and forth in time with his thrusts. Almost unconsciously, he reached forward, wrapping his hand around one of the plush pillows and giving it a gentle squeeze.

A small whimper escaped Tonks’s lips at the contact. It seemed someone liked having her tits played with. Harry smirked and slowed his pace, ignoring the small whine of disappointment from the metamorph below him. His other hand snapped out, pinning her hands together above her head while Tonks yelped in surprise.

“Y’know-” He grunted, pushing his cock as deep as possible inside Tonks. Needy cunt. The metamorph groaned in response, wiggling in a half-hearted attempt to escape his grasp. “-I’ve wanted to do this for so long. All those times you used to tease me at Grimmauld–wearing those tight tank tops, waltzing past in only a towel, flaunting your tits at me to get what you wanted–you were a minx.”

Tonks writhed under him, but his grip was too strong for her to break free. She was forced to instead spasm against his hold with sharp panting moans as Harry began to slowly saw in and out of her tight cunt. 

“I o-only d-did those th-things to get your a-attention–HNG!--You’re the o-one who couldn’t take the b-bloody hint!” Tonks whimpered and threw her head back against the desk, no longer trying to fight as Harry used her cunt how he pleased.

Every thrust was like a battering ram to her G-spot. She could feel the breath being driven from her body. Her poor pussy had never been so full in her life! Her toes curled and her breasts heaved. Vulnerable to his machinations now, Harry pinched and squeezed her tits with every thrust. The stimulation forced her nipples to stiffen, meaning they were even more sensitive to his groping. She let out another squeal as he gave her right nipple a hard pinch. The tight ball of heat that’d been building in her core was at it’s breaking point, and it wouldn’t be long until-

Tonks cried out as her back arched into the air and her legs clamped down tightly around Harry’s waist. The metamorph’s head spun as she came, high on the endorphins and hormones that flooded her brain from the overwhelming pleasure Harry was subjecting her to. 

As her pussy tightened and spasmed around him, Harry’s soon hips became jagged and wild with their thrusts. His breath came out in short, quiet pants as he fucked her cumming pussy, and as she felt him swell inside of her, Tonks knew what was coming, or who for that matter.

“Fuck…” Harry groaned above her as his hips slammed forward, hilting his cock deep inside her abused pussy. His hips smashed into hers with a loud ‘SQUELCH!’ as more and more of her juices seeped from her folds.

Warmth flooded her twitching womb not a moment later. Tonks moaned appreciatively as the feeling of his hot sticky cum coated her inner walls. The sheer volume of his load was enough to make Tonks giggle with giddiness. It was like an ocean of molten lava within her. She would probably be leaking cum for weeks after this!

Harry remained hilted inside her as they both fought to recover from their shared orgasm. However, just as the breathing began to return to normal, the sound of a door clicking shut rang out through the room like a thunderclap.

“Well now.. isn't this a surprise?” 

Both Tonks and Harry looked back as a familiar auburn-haired witch sauntered towards them with a Cheshire grin.

“H-Hiya boss!” Tonks greeted nervously, pushing herself up on her elbows ina futile attempt to regain some composure.

“Auror Tonks, you’re working hard I see.” Amelia hummed, her eyes twinkling with amusement…and something else as she surveyed the scene before her. The older witch turned to Harry, her grin widening ever so slightly as their eyes met. “And Mr. Potter–I do believe our next meeting isn’t until later this afternoon. Though perhaps…” She paused, stepping forward to run a single manicured nail down Harry’s abs. “...I can move a few things around, hmm?”

Tonks’s eyes widened as she watched her boss, the stoic and all around badarse Amelia Bones, drop to her knees and wrap her lips around Harry’s cock–the very same cock that was still coated with Tonks’s juices. As the older witch moaned around the thick rod of meat in her mouth, Tonks couldn’t help but let out a small moan of her own. 

“Fuck that’s hot!” She whispered, not able to contain her wonder as Amelia swallowed Harry’s cock all the way down to the base with a single ‘GLURK!’.

Harry groaned in agreement, threading his fingers through Amelia’s rich red hair as she began to rock her face back and forth. The older witch’s grey eyes stared up at him with a smouldering intensity. Even as tears prickled in the corner of her glistening orbs, she held his gaze.

Tonks moved without thinking, sinking to her knees behind her boss as Amelia continued to suck off her recent lover. Reaching up, the metamorph wrapped her hands around the older witch’s chest, palming her– admittedly –massive tits through the rough material of her ministry robes. To her surprise, Amelia did not push her hands away or reprimand her. Instead, the auburn beauty mewled around a throatful of Harry’s cock and reached up to untie the front of her robes. Tonks released the woman’s tits long enough for the thick garment to fall away, leaving Amelia clad in only a crisp black skirt and a lacey grey brassier.

“Holy fuck-” Tonks breathed into the woman’s ear. “I knew you were stacked Bonsey but fuck!” Tonks sank her palms into her boss’s fleshy globes once more, earning another mewl of appreciation from the woman. “I’d be flaunting these puppies every day for the whole world to see if I had tits like these!”

“Mmm!” Amelia hummed, pulling off Harry’s cock with a wet slurp. “Flaunting is all well and good Auror Tonks, but I always prefer a more… hands-on approach.”

Without warning, the front clasp of Amelia’s bra popped free, allowing her giant breasts to spill out like a tsunami of jiggling flesh.

“Observe.” The woman said simply, leaning down to release a large glob of spit between her two globes. Without another word, Amelia wrapped her naked tits around Harry’s cock, earning a groan of satifaction from the raven-haired wizard. Using her hands to squash her breasts against his cock, the older witch began to rock back and forth on her knees, fucking him with her tits at an agonizing slow pace.

“As you can see, this method is far more effective.” Amelia giggled. The auburn-haired witch tipped her head down with a smirk, wrapping her ruby red lips around his cock-head as she increased the pace of her tittyfuck.

Tonks felt a familiar burning in her pussy ignite as she watched her boss rub her spit soaked tits all over Harry’s cock. As if she was under a trance, the young auror once more reached around her boss, yet instead of her tits, Tonks traced her way down the older woman’s torso until the reached the hem of her skirt. She hesitated only a moment, waiting for Amelia to voice her objections to her clear intent. When none came, Tonks smirked and took the final plunge.

Wet. Hot. And oh-so-silky smooth. Those were the sensations that met her fingers as she caressed her boss’s hairless pussy. It delighted her to find that the iron-willed Amelia Bones preferred to go knickerless under her professional attire. With each passing second it became clearer that her boss was really a closested slut.

She slowly circled the other woman’s clit, smirking when Amelia released a deeper moan and pushed her hips back against Tonks. The wetness of the redheads cunt was enough that pushing two fingers inside her quim was all but trivial. Amelia’s whimpers only grew as Tonks began to pump her fingers inside her moistened folds. The older witch’s own movements as she bounced her tits around Harry’s cock added fuel to the fire…enough that Tonks barely even needed to move as Amelia all but fucked herself on the metamorph’s fingers.

“Enough!” Amelia cried, pushing both Harry and Tonks away. They both watched as the woman and kicked off her skirt. “You!” She said, pointing at Tonks. “Get back on my desk!” She then turned to Harry. “And you, cock inside me, now!”

They listened without argument. Tonks quickly scrambled on top of the wooden desk, barely having time to settle before Amelia was pushing her legs apart and shoving two fingers inside her wet heat. The older witch silenced Tonks’s moan of surprise with a kiss, her own breath hitching as Harry pushed his throbbing erection through her entrance. As he began to trust his hips, so too did Amelia start to move her fingers. The older witch rocked her fingers inside Tonks’ cunts in time with Harry’s punding, muffling her cries of elation against Tonks’s lips. Tonks was in a similar boat, mewling like a schoolgirl slut as her boss dominated her mouth. Her own legs shook as Amelia slammed her digits into her sopping wet core with wild abandon, grazing Tonks’s G-spot with every pass as she moved her fingers in a ‘come-hither’ motion.

Amelia’s moans grew. The rapid pounding of Harry’s hips slamming his thick cock into her cunt was obviously having it’s intended effect. It wasn’t long before her whimpers into Tonks’s mouth grew into full fledge muffled wails as Harry fucked her. His own groans grew with hers. Amelia’s cunt still constricted wonderfully around him. He could feel his cock stretch her insides apar with every thrust, just as it had the first time he fucked her over this very same desk only a handful of weeks prior.

“FUCK!” Amelia cried, finally breaking her lip-lock with Tonks. “OH FUCK FUCK FUCK! GYAH!”

Tonks whimpered along with her orgasmic cries. The metamorph buried her face into her boss’s neck, her own pussy squelching with climax as she came as well. Behind them, Harry only grunted and increased his pace, giving Amelia’s shapely arse a hard slap as he fucked her through her shuddering orgasm. With one final thrust, he came undone as well, hilting himself deep within Amelia’s folds as he flooded her pussy with his sticky load.

“Gods!” Amelia groaned, removing her face from the crook of Tonks’s neck. “I needed that! And I dare say a raise might be in order for you, Auror Tonks, after a display like that!”

Tonks could only moan in acknowledgement, a moan that only grew as Harry pulled free from Amelia’s cunt and pushed his way inside Tonks’s own.

‘I fucking love my job!’ She mentally cried as the sound of wet slapping flesh filled the room once more.

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Susan contained her groan as another small twinge of pleasure pulse from her core. Behind her, she could hear Hermione hum thoughtfully as the bookworm prodded gently at the golden mark on her bum. She had finally decided to reveal the mark to Hermione after she nearly created a tornado with a hair-drying charm that very morning. The bookworm had said very little after Susan sequestered her to the nearest abandoned classroom and stripped before her, instead taking to quietly study the golden tattoo with the occasional mutter as she scratched down notes within a journal.

Another twinge of pleasure, and this time, Susan couldn’t contain her pleasure as she nearly doubled over with a shuddering moan.

“Are you alright?” Hermione asked, concerned.

“Mhm.” Susan grunted. “‘M fine. It’s just every time you touch the mark I–uh–get some feedback, you could say.”

“I see.” Hermione hummed. The bookworm stood and rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “That could be due to a sort of resonance it has with the aura. From what I could gather, the mark emanates a similar form of magic as mine and Harry’s blessing. Obviously that’s because the mark was ‘born’ from the blessing, so to speak, but it does beg the question why you’re the only one who has one.”

Susan frowned. “How do you know that?”

“I don’t.” Hermione shrugged. “It’s purely an educated guess. None of the other girls Harry and I have had relations with have a mark, and neither have any of the others that Harry slept with before that, as far as I’m aware at least.”

“But it’s possible someone does?”

Again, Hermione shrugged. “It is. I can't be sure, not unless you wish me to start marching around the castle demanding every witch to strip.”

“Not like you and Harry haven’t already been doing that.” Susan snorted. Folding her arms, the redhead frowned. “We should be a little worried, though. I mean, you saw what it did to my magic.” She said, pointing to a large jagged crater now resting upon the far stone wall. A result of an ‘underpowered stunner’ she had demonstrated earlier. “If someone else is feeling the same effects as I am, then it’s only a matter of time before they or someone else gets hurt.”

“That’s if they’re affected in the same way.” Hermione countered. “Susan, believe me when I say I’m just as worried as you are, but the fact is we know very little about this mark or even the blessing in general. What we need to do is find a way to help you control your magic instead of going off on some half-panicked investigation over what-ifs.”

Susan sighed as she considered the bookworm's words. Perhaps Hermione was right. After all, it wasn’t a guarantee that anyone else had a similar mark as hers. They didn't even know why she had one or how it happened. Caution, in this case, was warranted on both their parts.

“What do you suggest then?” Susan said with a resigned sigh.

Hermione hummed to herself in thought for a moment. Taking her wand, the bushy-haired witch leaned down and examined the mark once more.

“It was born of the mark, but there’s something else there as well, something familiar…I believe a piece of my own magic may be intertwined within, just as a piece of Harry’s is as well.” She explained.

“So?”

“So–theoretically–I could do this.”

Susan gasped as Hermione pressed the tip of her wand against the glowing mark. A feeling like no other completely enveloped her. It was like her entire body became one whole erogenous zone. Her very flesh became hypersensitive to the barest of touches. Even the air in the room was enough to coax a throaty moan from her lips.

As this feeling overtook her, she was dimly aware of Hermione pulling back her wand with a sharp flick. Before she knew it, Susan was being guided down onto a soft, plush mattress before Hermione gently pried her legs open.

“I’ve pushed a good bit of my own magic into the mark.” The bookworm whispered, her fingers ghosting over Susan’s stomach. “Right now, it’s no doubt enveloping every one of your nerve endings and pleasure sensors in your brain.” A brush of a fingertip against her clit nearly sent Susan into a sobbing mess. Hermione's lips gently suckled on her earlobe for a moment before she pulled back to speak once more. “It’ll mix with the influx of magic within your core.” Another graze against her clit and Susan swore she saw stars. “All it requires now…is a release.”

An incredible wetness coated Susan’s inner thighs, and she could do nothing but whimper with need as Hermione’s fingers finally made full contact with her precious pearl. It was heaven and hell all at once. From a single touch, Susan came undone, burying her face into Hermione’s breasts with a wracking sob. Hermione held her close, allowing her to ride out her sudden climax with gentle, sweet nothings whispered in her ear. The bookworms fingers continued to move, massaging Susan’s clit even as her legs shook and cries grew louder and louder.

Neither could see as Susan’s mark flashed a bright, incredible gold. The only clue that anything had happened was a brief moment when the scattered old chairs and desks around the room suddenly began to levitate while the smell of ozone filled the air. The moment lasted for barely a second, and even then, only Hermione bore witness to the release of tangible magic from Susan. Bonelessly, the redhead collapsed against the summoned mattress, skin slick with sweat and her breath leaving her in ragged gasping pants.

“Morgana’s…fucking…tits…” Susan breathed, her eyes closed in an attempt to stop the world from spinning. “I- Just- Gyuh~”

Hermione giggled and leaned down to place a tender kiss against the Hufflepuff’s lips. “I’m glad I could help.”

“Mmm~ Yes you certainly did~” Susan moaned, finally opening her eyes to stare hungrily up at the bookworm. It seems her release had stoked a fire within the redhead, one she was adamant to feed.”

Hermioen yelped as she was suddenly rolled onto her back with Susan’s lips against hers.

“Mhn! W-Wait! We need–Oh yes!-- We need to ensure it worked!” Hermione exclaimed.

Susan whined against Hermione’s lips and pulled back. With a glare, the redhead flicked her wrist, the action causing all of Hermione’s clothes to disappear in an instant. 

“I’d say it worked.” She smirked. “Now shut up and cum for me Granger.”

Hermione could do nothing but moan as Susan’s tongue descended on her folds. She could only hope that wherever Harry was, he was prepared to face the relentless hunger of a Bones woman.

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Author’s Note

Next chapter: More Tonks and a deeper look into the mark! 

Thanks for reading!