FIC: Teddy's New Dad, Tonks' New Man (Harry Potter) (Patreon)
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Summary: Once Harry sees how disappointed Tonks and Teddy are in Remus as a husband, a father and a man, he steps in to fill the void like any good godfather would. (Harry/Tonks)
Content Warnings/Themes: Cheating, rough sex, Remus Lupin bashing, breeding, anal sex
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“Thanks for taking him, Harry,” Tonks said, giving Harry a grateful smile as her 5-year-old son Teddy ran through the door to give her a hug. “He was so looking forward to going to the match and seeing the Chudley Cannons in person. I would have hated it if he’d had to miss out on it because his father couldn’t make it.”
”Hey, what are godfathers for?” Harry said, smiling. “It was my pleasure to take him. And besides, after all the work Ron’s put in to turn him into a Chudley supporter, he’d have never forgiven me if I’d let Teddy miss the match when he went out of his way to score two tickets.” It required more than a bit of effort for him to remain pleasant and not allow his true thoughts about one Remus Lupin to show on his face. This was far from the first time that Lupin had gotten into one of his self-pitying moods and cancelled plans with Teddy and/or Tonks at the last minute. And that wasn’t even the thing that angered Harry the most about the last living Marauder. If the man could be counted on for anything, it was disappointing his family.
“Well, Remus and I both appreciate it, mate,” Tonks said. “You’re a lifesaver.” She ruffled Teddy’s hair. “And you appreciate it too, don’t you, little man?”
“Yes!” Teddy shouted. “It was brilliant!”
“Don’t you have something else to say to Harry?” Tonks suggested, leading him along. His parents had been working with him on saying please and thank you lately. Well, his mum was working with him on it. Lupin wasn’t really around enough to teach him much of anything, as far as Harry could tell. Bloke was probably off sulking around some backstreet in his ratty old clothes at that very moment.
Teddy stopped hugging his mother and turned back around towards Harry. His hair, which had shifted to a bright pink when he got home, turned into a messy black that was a near-copy of Harry’s own. “Thank you, daddy!” he said.
Tonks laughed slightly, though it sounded strained and tired to Harry’s ears. “We’ve been over this, Teddy. Harry’s your godfather, not your father.” She looked away and mumbled something quickly under her breath. Harry couldn’t catch all of it but heard enough of her mutterings to piece together that it was a general complaint about how little Remus, his actual father, was around, leaving his godfather to repeatedly step in and cover for him.
“But I want him to be my daddy!” Teddy said earnestly, putting his hands on his hips. “He loves me more than my other daddy, and he’s so cool! Why can’t he be my real daddy?!”
Tonks closed her eyes, shook her head and took a deep breath to relax herself. She was smiling when she opened her eyes again, but Harry had no problem seeing that it took effort for her to bring that smile to her face. She’d been his mentor when he joined the aurors years earlier, and she’d taught him plenty about how to read someone’s facial expression and body language to tell you things that they wouldn’t say out loud.
“Because he’s not,” she said simply. “Your daddy is your daddy. And he does love you. He loves you—he loves us—very much. He just can’t always be around for us.” Because he’s too busy pitying himself, Harry thought savagely, though he had the tact not to say it out loud.
“But daddy makes you sad!” Teddy said. “And Harry makes you smile! A good daddy should make you happy! And if Harry was my daddy, he could give me little brothers and sisters too!”
Tonks winced and looked away again, and Harry had to shove his tongue against the roof of his mouth to keep from speaking up. It was no secret to him that Tonks wanted to have more kids, and it was equally not a secret to him that Lupin didn’t want more kids. Apparently Teddy didn’t want to be an only child any longer, and Harry could sympathize. He might have grown up with another boy his age, technically, but Dudley hadn’t been anything close to a brother or even a friend back then. He would’ve given anything to have a real brother, a real family. In his case, it hadn’t been possible because his parents had been murdered when he was barely a year old. Teddy and Tonks were being denied their wish for a family for no reason other than Lupin’s cowardice. Harry’s anger towards the man burned hotter than it ever had, but he knew it would do no good to voice it out loud. Not here and now, at least; not while Teddy was around.
“That’s enough of that, Teddy,” Tonks said. Harry hated the little quiver in her voice.
“But, mommy—“
“I said it’s enough, Teddy,” she said, firmer now. “We’ve imposed on your wonderful godfather enough today; he doesn’t need to listen to this.” She gave Harry another smile as she put an arm around Teddy’s shoulders and pulled him away from the door, but the smile was not nearly as bright as the one she’d worn when she first greeted him and welcomed Teddy home. “Thanks again, Harry. Sorry for wrecking your plans.”
“Any time, Tonks,” he said seriously. “I mean it.”
“I know you do.” Her smile got a little softer and more sincere. “You’re the best godfather ever. See you in a few days.”
“See you,” he repeated as she turned and started to lead Teddy away, holding firm when he tried to squirm free. “If anything comes up that you need help with, you know how to reach me.” He watched them go, or more to the point, he watched Tonks’ big round bubble arse swish inside of her tight jeans. He licked his lips, feeling a change come over him.
He’d thought Tonks was sexy for years but had never acted on it. She was married, after all; she and Lupin even had a kid together. He didn’t think much of Remus; not since he’d really sat down and thought about the various ways in which the man had let him and others down. But Tonks was great and being Teddy’s godfather was legitimately the thing in life that made him happiest. Doing anything to damage the family life of his godson would have made Harry feel sick to his stomach.
In one conversation, Teddy had just changed his entire philosophy. He’d already known that there were cracks in the marriage of the Lupins; that Remus was an inattentive father, and that his refusal to have any more kids was a constant source of sorrow for Tonks. But now that Teddy, in the sort of blunt honesty that only children are usually capable of, had made his true feelings known, everything was different.
Tonks needed more kids, and she also needed a man in her life that would keep her satisfied. Teddy needed a father who would put him above everything else in his life, and he needed little brothers and sisters to play with. Remus Lupin wasn’t the man for the job. He might have been the man that Tonks married, but he wasn’t prepared to give her what she really needed. But Harry was. He was ready to be the man that Tonks and Teddy needed; he was ready to be everything that Remus Lupin was not. And a little thing like Tonks still being married to a pathetic excuse of a man like Lupin wasn’t going to get in his way.
It was time to seduce Tonks. And he would use every single thing he’d learned about her, both during her time as his auror mentor and over the last several years of him filling in and being the father figure that Teddy needed, to pull it off.
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“Thanks again for cooking dinner for us, Harry,” Tonks said while washing the dishes. He’d made the food and even tucked Teddy into bed afterwards, so Tonks insisted on cleaning up. “I’ve always been rubbish at it, so I know Teddy was thrilled when he found out ‘Daddy Harry’ was going to making the dinner tonight.”
Harry chuckled. “It was my pleasure,” he said, meaning it. Cooking for Tonks and Teddy, seeing their smiles and hearing their pleasure in his food made the effort more than worth it. ‘Daddy Harry’ was another reason why he was feeling pleased with himself. Tonks and Teddy had been butting heads for the last several weeks, as Teddy refused to give up on the idea of Harry becoming his daddy for real. In an act of childish defiance, he’d taken to calling him ‘Daddy Harry’, which Tonks didn’t seem to have the energy to argue against. Harry thought it likely that her husband’s regular absence made it difficult for her to defend him to her son.
The idiot was making it far too easy for Harry to carry out his seduction. It had been over three weeks since that fateful day where he’d skipped out, Harry had taken Teddy to the Cannons match in his place and had subsequently decided that it was time for him to take Lupin’s place in Teddy’s and Tonks’ lives on a more permanent basis. In all that time, Lupin had been around only twice during Harry’s near-daily basis. And even one of those times had seen him leave mere minutes after Harry had arrived, much to Tonks’ disappointment. But her disappointment worked in Harry’s favor. The more Remus neglected his wife and son, the easier it became for Harry to swoop in seduce her. He’d been putting his plan into action for the last several weeks without opposition, taking care to move gradually. He would much rather have had Tonks bouncing on his cock by now, but this was too important to rush and risk fucking it up. There was bound to be some reluctance on her part at first. Overplaying his hand and pushing for her to betray her absent husband before she was ready could have disastrous consequences.
He was enjoying the seduction anyway though. Admiring her body, giving her little touches here and there and letting her feel his physical closeness without doing anything that would risk her calling his motives into question had been quite fun. He could tell that it was working too. He’d seen the way she looked at him sometimes now. Weeks of seduction, touches and ‘innocent’ incidental contact, not to mention what could only be a very sexually unsatisfying marriage considering how absent her husband was, had taken hold in Tonks’ brain, and try as she might, she had begun to see him as a man rather than just Teddy’s godfather and her friend. The temptation was already setting in, and soon, very soon, it would be time for Harry to pounce. He was actually considering making a move tonight, because with how long Tonks had stared at his cock when he ‘accidentally’ bent over so his groin was perfectly level with her eyes, he felt pretty confident that he would be able to seal the deal before he went home for the night. Hell, he might not go home at all. If an opportunity presented itself and the moment felt right, he might just act on it. For now, he was content to sit at the kitchen table and stare at Tonks’ arse while she cleaned up.
An opportunity did arrive, and as it turned out, it was Tonks’ familiar clumsiness that caused it. Harry heard a grunt and a curse from her, and knowing her as well as he did, his body was already hurrying into action without even needing to pause and look at what was happening. He just shot out of his chair, hurried over to her and caught the dishes that had slipped out of her hands before they could shatter on the floor. Magic could have repaired them, but it was shattering glass cutting Tonks that really concerned him.
“Thanks, Harry,” she said, sighing as she relaxed now that she realized what had happened. “Saving me again. And after you already worked so hard on the dinner, too!” She let out a little chuckle. “Bloody hell, I am a domestic disaster!”
Harry carefully put the plates down, but he didn't back up now that the would-be crisis had been averted. Instead, he stepped even closer to Tonks. He saw her flinch when she felt him press against her from behind, his groin flush against her arse.
"Harry, you're crowding me here," she said, chuckling weakly. "It's not a concert, mate. Gimme some room to breathe here."
But Harry did not back up or give her any room. He could feel the hint of panic in her voice, and he knew what was behind it. She was frightened, but not of him. She was frightened of what he could make her feel. And the longer she remained trapped between his body and the kitchen counter, the harder it would be for her to ignore those feelings. He wasn't going to give her a chance to ignore them any longer. After three weeks of teasing and preparing her for this moment, he was ready to push her and show her that he could fulfill every last fantasy that she'd been trying to ignore for years.
"I don't think you want any room to breathe," Harry said, putting his lips near her ear while bringing his hands down to grab her hips. "I think what you want is for me to give you what you've been missing in your life. You need a man, Tonks." He pulled on her hips, rubbing against her and letting her feel his cock getting hard against her arse through their clothes. "I'll be that man. I'll be what you need."
"I have a man," she said breathlessly. "Think you know him. Older bloke? Friend of your dad? Werewolf?" If Harry hadn't been trained as well as he had, he might have feared that he'd misread the situation. But he knew that she sounded so breathless because she was fighting very hard not to give in to her arousal. This was a lonely, needy woman who craved affection, and his hard chest against her back and his even harder cock against her arse promised to give her what she hadn't had in years. She was trying to use humor to deflect it, but he wasn't going to let her get away with it. He knew her too well, and he knew that this was what she needed.
"Yeah, I think I've seen him around here once or twice," Harry said flippantly, keeping his hands on her hips and getting a bit firmer and more insistent in his dry humping. "He never sticks around long enough to actually take care of you, though. Not like me. I'm always here to give you what you need. And don't try and tell me that you don't need this. I can see how lonely you are. I've seen the longing in your eyes when you stare at me." She gasped and tried to shake her head, but Harry laughed.
"Don't try and deny it," he said. He brought his hands up from her hips to grab her breasts, and she groaned when he gave them a firm squeeze through her tight shirt. "I still remember all the talks we had when you were training me, and we had a bit of Firewhisky in us so we could be more honest. I know how high your sex drive is. And that miserable old werewolf isn't doing his job as your husband. He hasn't done it for years, if he ever did. Something tells me he doesn’t have the balls to fuck you the way I know you like to be fucked, even when he was around most nights."
More than enough time had passed for her to try to push him away or more likely, to go for a shot to the balls or something. But she was using only words to try and get out of this, and weak words at that. She was succumbing quickly, and he hadn't even really gotten serious yet.
"Harry, we can't do this," she whispered. He noticed that she didn't attempt to deny her own needs, nor Remus' inability to meet them. "I get that you're not fond of Remus anymore, but he's still my husband. And more importantly, he's still Teddy's father."
If she thought that bringing up his godson was going to dissuade him, Tonks was severely misjudging the situation, as well as his motivations. "His name might be on the birth certificate, but Lupin is not a father to anyone," he said. He squeezed Tonks' tits harder and rubbed his dick against her arse more firmly as the talk of Teddy's parentage riled him up. "You know damn fucking well that I've been more of a father to him than your husband ever has." Tonks whimpered, but she didn't deny it. How could she? They both knew it was true. "Neither of you need him anymore. You have me now. I'll be Teddy's father, and I'll be your man."
"Magical marriages are different than muggle ones," Tonks said. "Even if I wanted to get out of it, it's not easy."
"That's fine," he said. "You don't need to be my wife. You can just be my slut." She gasped in surprise, but he knew he wasn't imagining her excitement when she started to wiggle her hips and move her arse against his cock. Lupin would never dare to use such a word with her, but Harry knew how Tonks felt about dirty talk and rough sex.
"That pathetic coward can stay your 'husband' if he likes, as long as he knows you've left him to be with a better man. He can stay here and mope in this empty house all by himself when you and Teddy come and live with me. He'll have plenty to mope about, because I'm going to fuck you better than he ever did. And I'm already Teddy's father, regardless of whatever title we use; it's time we make it clear to his sperm donor that he's no longer needed. You don't need him, and neither does Teddy. I'll be the only father he'll ever need, and you'll never go to bed unsatisfied again if I have anything to say about it. And we're going to give Teddy lots of little brothers and sisters too, just like you both wanted."
For the first time, Tonks' gasp was not sexual. She actually physically pulled out of his arms now and turned to look into his eyes. "You cannot be serious," she whispered shakily, staring at him with wide eyes. How much of it was surprise, and how much of it was desperate hope?
“Do I look like I’m joking to you, Tonks?” he said, staring straight into her eyes. “You want a dad for Teddy; one who will actually be there for him? That’s me. You want to get fucked so hard that your eyes roll back in your head, just the way you like? I’m the wizard that can do it, and I’ll do it night after night.” He reached out and brushed his thumb across her lips. “And if you want to have more kids, I’ll give you as many as you ask for. I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted, Tonks. I will give you everything you’ve ever wanted. But you have to show me your commitment first.”
“How?” she whispered. “You know I can’t divorce him. How can I commit to you?” The promise of him being the kind of man she needed for Teddy and for herself had already shattered the shaky bonds of loyalty between her and her husband. She was ready to betray her absent husband and become Harry’s woman. All she needed to know was how.
“Get down on your knees,” he said. “I’ll do the rest.”
Had he made this demand of her before she was mentally ready to take this leap into a brand-new life, it might have ruined everything. But Tonks was ready. Her knees hit the kitchen floor quickly, and she stared up at him and licked her lips. She’d been in this position before, in her younger days, and she knew what to expect. Or at least she thought she did. But Harry was about to show her that she’d never been with a man quite like him, even before she’d settled for Remus Lupin as her husband.
“Bugger me,” she gasped, staring in awe at his cock after he undid his trousers.
“I will, eventually,” he said, smirking down at her. “But I don’t think your arse is ready for a cock as big as mine yet. And I have something special in mind for my first time breeding you.” He grabbed his cock and smacked her across the cheek with it. “But this will do just fine to break you in.”
He rubbed his tip across her lips, and Tonks opened her mouth to invite him in. Harry held onto the side of her head and pushed into her mouth with a big thrust, setting the tone for what she could expect right from the beginning. He wanted her to understand just what she was in for, and what he was ready to do.
“I’m sure you’re one hell of a cocksucker,” he said. “And one day I’ll have you show me what you can do. But today’s not about your skill. It’s about your submission, and me claiming you.”
Harry claimed her right there in her kitchen, holding her head still while he shoved his cock deep down her throat over and over again, showing no hesitation whatsoever even as she gagged on him. That she seemed to be having so much trouble taking his dick in her throat was interesting, because he knew that her metamorph abilities would allow her to ease those struggles and make it easier for her to endure his forceful throatfucking. Was he slamming his hips forward so quickly and with so much force that Tonks’ shifting could not keep up, or was she allowing herself to remain as she was because she liked having her face fucked so hard that her throat tried to reject his cock?
Both answers held their appeal, and Harry wasn’t bothered either way. What mattered was that Tonks learn that his promises of dominance and hard, rough shagging had not been boasts that he would fail to deliver on. She was a woman who loved the thrill of submitting to a strong, capable lover, and each time that Harry slammed his cock down her throat and bounced his balls against her chin, he proved his worth to her. He wasn’t just giving her something that she’d lacked since her marriage; he was fucking her face harder than anyone ever had.
And this was just the beginning. Getting Tonks down on her knees in her kitchen, making her gag on his cock and covering her chin, her legs and the floor beneath her in her own spittle was a fine introduction to how things were going to be now, but he had not yet even scratched the surface of how he was going to use her. There was so much still to look forward to now that his weeks of seduction had made her his slut, and he was already planning the various ways he was going to fuck her and use her in the near future.
But there was still the end of his initial claiming of her to get through, and a moment like this deserved a fitting conclusion to mark her as his. He didn’t need to waste any time considering what he was going to do here, because he’d had this moment planned out for some time now. He hadn’t known precisely where they would be when it happened, but he’d always known that he would fuck her throat first. And he’d also always known how he would end this first time. Since he was making her his, the only appropriate end was for him to leave his mark on her, quite literally.
He let go of her head only when he was seconds away from orgasm, and Tonks took great gasps of air as soon as his cock was out of her throat. As she tried to catch her breath and recover from her first throatfucking by the new man in her life, Harry aimed his cock at her face and let loose, drenching her in his cum. He started at her forehead and worked his way down, leaving a thick diagonal line down across her cheek and to her chin. Several more shots followed, hitting her right in the center of her face and forcing her to close her eyes as the cum rushed down onto her. By the time he’d finished, she looked thoroughly covered, her face coated in his seed. He’d marked his territory in the best way he knew how.
At least for now. There would be more to follow, because he was going to claim every piece of her body as his in the coming days, weeks and months.
“This was a good start,” he said. “Now you should go and shower. I love seeing you covered in my cum, but we don’t need Teddy to know how big a slut his mum is, do we?”
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“I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” Tonks mumbled, looking down at herself. For the first time since her wedding day, she was wearing the dress she’d worn when she’d become Nymphadora Lupin. By Harry’s request, she was wearing it again tonight as he prepared to fuck her for the first time. She’d been shocked by the request, but he could tell that she was perversely excited as well. There could be no way to more thoroughly betray her husband than by getting fucked by her new man in their bed while wearing her wedding dress, and the guilty thrill of it had her incredibly wet when Harry pulled the dress above her hips and rubbed his fingers along her sex.
“I don’t want you to associate this dress with that poor excuse of a husband anymore,” Harry said while lifting her legs up in the air. He was already naked, so he could push his erect cock inside of her at any time he wanted. He just wanted to savor claiming her for a bit longer before he did. “From now on, this isn’t going to be the dress you wore when you became Nymphadora Lupin. It’s going to be the dress that you wore when I made you my breeding slut for real.”
Tonks moaned, at least as excited about the breeding as she was about everything else. Harry was prepared to give her everything her husband wasn’t, including more children. As he looked down between her legs, he saw her tiny little strip of pink pubic hair reshape itself into a little pink lightning bolt.
“Now that’s an interesting way to show that you’re mine now,” he said, laughing. Tonks just stared up at him hungrily, waiting impatiently for him to take her, to follow through on all of the promises he’d made about how he would change her life for the better once she became his slut. Deciding that there was no time like the present, Harry lined himself up and pushed into Tonks roughly.
“Oh, fuck!” she cried out right away. “Now that’s what a cock is supposed to feel like! Bloody hell, that’s big!”
“Just wait until I actually start fucking you with it,” he said. He pulled his hips back and slammed his cock back forward with an even sharper thrust, and Tonks squealed. It was then that Harry fully realized just how smart a decision it had been to take Tonks as his breeding slut, because fucking a metamorphmagus was unlike anything he’d ever felt before. Her insides shifted and her already tight pussy squeezed around his cock even tighter, morphing itself so it was about as snug as it could get without actually preventing him from fucking her as hard as he (and she) wanted him to.
Sliding his cock back and forth inside of Tonks’ metamorph pussy was a heavenly feeling, which was ironic given how objectively wrong it was for him to throw her legs in the air and pound her into the mattress. She was a married woman, and her husband happened to be one of his father’s closest friends. Harry was sure that many people would look down on him for stealing Remus’ wife away from him, let alone fucking her in the bed she shared with her husband while she wore her wedding dress.
But those people could go fuck themselves. Remus Lupin had been a disappointment his whole life. When Harry’s parents had been killed and Sirius had been chucked into Azkaban, where was Lupin? Why hadn’t he ever made the slightest attempt to check on Harry while he was alone in the hell that had been his childhood on Privet Drive? Why had Harry not even known who Lupin was or what his relationship with his parents had been until partway through his third year? Some friend he’d been!
And he’d been no better as a husband. Harry’s respect for Lupin had never recovered after he’d run out on a pregnant Tonks to try and ‘help’ Harry during the horcrux hunt. He’d seen that for what it had really been, which was Lupin trying to run away from his responsibilities like the coward that he was. Harry had convinced him to go back home and be with his pregnant wife, but everyone would have been better off if he’d told the pathetic werewolf to fuck off and disappear into some dark hole somewhere instead. He’d been a shitty friend, a shitty father and a shitty husband, and he didn’t deserve either Tonks or Teddy. He never had, and he never would.
Now he wouldn’t have either of them. They were Harry’s now, and he didn’t feel the slightest bit of guilt about that. Remus had blown his chances and continued to be the disappointment he’d always been, and Harry was ready to fill the void and make Tonks and Teddy forget all about him. Teddy had already made his feelings on wanting Harry as his father clear, and as he listened to Tonks scream at the top of her lungs while he fucked her, he knew that she couldn’t have cared less about betraying the man who called himself her husband.
But the truth was, even if Lupin had actually been a wonderful guy who didn’t deserve any of this, Harry would not have been able to bring himself to feel shame at fucking his wife. Tonks had always been sexy, but now that he had her legs high in the air, he got to hear her loud screams of pleasure and see the look on her face as he brought her the satisfaction that had been absent from her life for years, there would have been no turning back. Even if he’d suddenly been struck by a guilty conscience, he would never be able to walk away from his metamorph slut. He’d known she would be an amazing fuck, but even he couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to have her pussy tightening and squeezing around him.
He had enjoyed a very active sex life in the years after the war, running through a steady string of witches, not tying himself down or committing to a relationship since Teddy was the greater priority in his life. But none of the women he’d fucked could even hold a candle to Tonks. He’d promised that he would be the best fuck she’d ever had, and by the way she was screaming at the top of her lungs and proving that he’d been wise to put a silencing charm up on the door, he knew he was living up to that. But the same was true for him. Tonks was one of a kind, and it took every bit of his considerable experience and willpower to hold himself back from cumming inside of her perfectly snug pussy faster than he’d ever thought possible.
The only thing that kept him going was his determination to make her cum first. He needed to bring her a climax powerful enough to make up for years of neglect in her marriage bed, not to mention powerful enough to reward her for becoming his. As important as it was for him to breed her, he wouldn’t allow that to happen until he’d first taken care of her.
His determination, and his massive thrusts, finally paid off. Tonks had been screaming loudly as it was, but she hit another decibel level when she hit her peak. He saw her eyes go as wide as saucers, and she shrieked loud enough to wake the dead.
“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!” she shouted. “THAT’S SO FUCKING GOOD! FUCKING MERLIN, YES, YES, YES!”
She’d always been vulgar, and often had to watch herself these days with Teddy around. But in here, she could be as vulgar as she wanted. Harry encouraged it. When Teddy was not around, he wanted her to be his foul-mouthed, dirty little slut who screamed her head off when he fucked her. Their drunken conversations over the years had hinted at how she got, and now, he got to see that side of her.
Listening to Tonks curse as she came would have tested Harry on its own, but her pussy somehow got even tighter now as she came. It was now legitimately difficult for him to even move inside of her, like her pussy walls were trying to trap him and make sure that he gave her his seed. The good thing was that he’d already accomplished the first half of his goal, so there was no reason to hold back on the second half. If her metamorph pussy wanted his cum, it could have it.
“Here it comes!” he growled. “Gonna breed you, Tonks. Gonna make you my breeding slut!” He had performed fertility spells on both of them before he began, so it was all but a certainty that he would succeed in knocking her up the first time he came inside of her.
Tonks was too far gone to see any problem with this; with any of it. She was about to get bred in her bed by a man who was not her husband, and it would happen while she wore her wedding dress. She should have been horrified. Instead, she was thrilled.
“YES, HARRY!” she shouted. “DO IT! BREED ME! BREED ME! BREED ME, HARRY! I’M YOURS!”
Her hair shifted to the same short black style that her son often mimicked when Harry was around, and her eyes stared up at him with burning need as he started to cum inside of her with a roar. The cum erupted out of Harry more intensely and in far greater quantity than anything he’d ever managed before. There was so much of it that some came right back out to stain her bed, and even her dress. Harry couldn’t imagine anything more fitting. It had been her wedding dress, but now it was the dress she’d worn when he took her as his breeding slut. It was only right that it should bear the stain of her betrayal.
--
“I’m sorry, Dora,” Lupin said, sounding truly haggard and mopey. “I know I was supposed to take Teddy to the quidditch match last week, but I’m afraid I wouldn’t have been in any state to be seen in public.” Harry didn’t bother trying to crane his head to see the man’s face in the two-way mirror. Tonks would have to look at his worn face. Harry was far too busy admiring her arse cheeks jiggling as he buggered her from behind.
“The quidditch match was o-oh, over a month ago, Remus,” she said, doing her best to talk to her absent husband while Harry fucked her arse. “But don’t worry. Harry took your place there, a-and Teddy was m-much happier for it. You weren’t missed.”
“Now Dora, I truly am sorry,” he said, sounding even more pathetic after the rebuke. “I’ll make it up to him, I promise. When is the next match? I’ll get the tickets myself.”
“No need,” Tonks said. “It’s in two days, and Harry’s already made plans to take Teddy. You can stay wherever you are, and Harry will keep being a better father to him than you ever were. But I guess you can go ‘home’ if you want. Teddy and I won’t be there, not now, or ever again. We’ve already moved in with Harry, and that’s where we’re staying.”
Remus let out a strange yelping sound. “Dora…” he said miserably. He was so lost in his misery that he apparently didn’t even hear Harry’s hand smacking his wife’s arse while he fucked it.
“Don’t Dora me,” she snapped. “We’re done, Remus. You were too busy mop—oh, fuck, yes! Too busy moping about your life to be the man that Teddy and I needed you to be. Harry is that man, and he’s more man than you could ever be. So kindly do me a favor and fuck off. You clearly don’t know how to live unless you’re fucking miserable, so here you go. You have plenty to feel miserable about now, because that creaking sound you hear? That’s Harry’s bed shaking while he fucks my arse.”
Harry heard Remus gasp, and he could imagine the forlorn look on his face as his wife revealed what had happened while he was gone. But he didn’t try to see it for himself. He’d already won over Lupin, and frankly he didn’t give a shite about what happened to him anymore. Getting buggered when he finally mirror called her had been Tonks’ idea, and he’d simply gone along with it. If she wanted to taunt Lupin with his failure, he would bugger her as hard as she liked.
She laughed mockingly, clearly enjoying every second of shoving her new life into her husband’s face. “And if you need some extra misery, how about this? I’m carrying Harry’s child; the first of many he’s going to give me. I’m his breeding slut now, and I’ve never been happier. Now I’ll let you get back to your moping.”
Tonks turned the mirror off and threw it across the room, where it hit the wall and shattered into pieces, much like her marriage had. She put her face in the pillow and screamed, and Harry grabbed her hips and slammed his cock into her arse harder, reminding her once again that he was the only man she would ever need.