A Sexy Godmother Pt. 2 (Harry Potter) [RELEASED] (Patreon)

Themes: Rough Sex, Fucked Silly, Voyeurism 

Summary: Part 2 of A Sexy Godmother. Rebekah Lupin didn't expect things to go this far, but she'd gotten drunk and one thing had led to another and now here she was bent over a table as Harry's big, fat cock filled her again and again from behind. Unbeknownst to her, Cassie watches from the shadows, having masterminded the whole thing. 

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It wasn’t just the firewhisky. She wished she could say it was, she wished she could blame it all on the liquor that had burned going down and dimmed her inhibitions, but in the end the firewhisky only played a small part in Rebekah Lupin’s current predicament. She knew better than this, she’d known better all her life. She was a werewolf, and she knew her limitations.

That wasn’t to say she was dangerous or anything like the Ministry wanted the general populace to think of her. Rebekah had been practically religious about taking her Wolfsbane Potion every month, especially ever since the year she’d spent at Hogwarts. She’d come so very close to doing irreparable harm that night… and to her best friend’s son and his friends no less. Never again.

But then, that was the problem, wasn’t it? The Wolfsbane Potion acted exactly as advertised. It allowed her to remain conscious during the transformation on a full moon, and it allowed her to simply use her home as a safe place, rather than needing to find a dungeon to lock herself up in. Or worse, placing herself in the care of the Auror Department and their prison cells. 

Said cells were magically warded out the ass, and quite secure… but the Auror Department worked quite closely with the Department of Magical Creatures, and while a more naïve person might think that a good thing, given Rebekah’s situation, she knew better. She’d heard the horror stories, she’d lost friends who’d trusted in the Ministry. The Werewolf Community as a whole usually knew better than to put their safety, their security, and their health in the hands of a government that wanted nothing to do with them at the best of times and wanted all too sinister of things from them at the worst of times.

Ah, but she was rambling. Given what was currently happening, Rebekah didn’t blame herself. She was trying to take her mind off of what she was actively participating in, even as she mumbled this and that, shaking her head back and forth all the while. But regardless of her denials, her body was still reacting, still actively participating.

That was the main side effect of the Wolfsbane Potion rearing its ugly head. One couldn’t simply stifle a werewolf’s instincts and expect no consequences. She wasn’t violent or infective at all, once the full moon was over and she’d turned back, but she was amorous… and a whole other type of aggressive that she tried her best to tamp down on.

Because of this, Rebekah tried her best to stay away from people during the first few days after each full moon. It was for the best, all things considered. If she spent too long in the presence of a male, she might just jump their bones, to put it bluntly. And they just might reciprocate. Which is exactly what was happening now, with both the best and worst person Rebekah could imagine.

“H-Harry… we shouldn’t… we s-shouldn’t be doing t-this. Oooh…”

Her best friend’s son doesn’t laugh at her or tease her. In fact, she can practically hear the sad, pitying smile in his voice as he slowly slides his cock in and out of her from behind, having penetrated her several minutes ago. He’d been taking things slowly all this time, and honestly, she was beginning to get riled up even more on that alone. Did he realize what he was doing to her, how he was teasing her?!

“Cassie said you might say that, Rebekah. You know what else she said?”

Rebekah whimpers, her eyes crossing as Harry’s fingers dig into her upturned ass cheeks. He has her bent over the wood table they’d been drinking at just a little while before. In truth, she could easily push him off of her, her enhanced strength from her recent transformation not having quite left her yet. She wasn’t bound or restrained, magically or physically. There was absolutely nothing keeping her here. But she couldn’t bring herself to resist. It felt good… too good, even.

And damn it all, she should have known Cassie was behind all this. The escaped convict had been the one to invite Rebekah over for a late-night drink after all. The werewolf hadn’t suspected a thing at first, and though it was still just a day after her transformation, she’d assumed that spending some time with a female friend would be harmless. Not like she or Cassie had the equipment to mate, after all.

But then Harry had been there. Rebekah had gone wide-eyed and silent the moment she saw Cassie laughing with the young wizard, while she drank firewhisky and Harry drank butterbeer. As soon as Rebekah had been noticed, she’d been browbeaten into taking a seat at the table. With a blush on her face, she’d been too embarrassed to leave, even though she’d known from the very beginning that she should have.

The firewhisky had flowed, and before Rebekah knew what was going on, Cassie had left the room for this or that, Harry had smiled at her in just the wrong (right!) way, and she’d kissed him before she even realized what was going on. That had led to this, and now they were fucking, and Cassie probably wasn’t coming back because the fucking whore of a witch had planned all of this!

A smack on Rebekah’s ass draws a gasp from her lips as Harry then turns it back into a grope immediately.

“You still with me, Rebekah? Don’t you want to know what Cassie told me?”

Biting at her lower lip, the female werewolf valiantly resists the urge to whimper as Harry slides out of her clenching cunt once more, only to spear forward, inch by inexorable inch.

“F-Fine… what… what did she tell you?”

Leaning in close, Harry’s breath runs across the nape of Rebekah’s neck. His scent, the musk that had collected in her nostrils and caused all of this in the first place fills them again, causing her to flare them as she breathes it in.

“She told me, that so long as you initiated, I should ignore any attempts at backtracking. Because that wouldn’t be your actual desires talking, it’d be the guilt. So that’s what I’m going to do, okay Rebekah? Because I think you need this. I think you need to know you’re loved.”

Rebekah goes to shake her head, to deny that this is the way to do that… but it definitely doesn’t help her case that her body betrays her entirely in that moment, climaxing around Harry’s member as he thrusts it into her once again right on the word ‘loved’. Instead of hollow denials, a low, wanton moan slips free of Rebekah’s throat… and in that moment, as the female werewolf continues to claw at the table’s surface, she finally gives up. Her body is already reacting to Harry, her hips pushing back against his incoming thrusts each time they arrive. 

Maybe… m-maybe he’s right. Maybe it’s better to just g-give in…

“Harry…”

His hot breath rushes across the nape of her neck again, his lanky form molding to her in a way she wouldn’t have expected from the diminutive boy she met in his third year. But then, Harry’s grown up a lot since then, that much is obvious. Even if he still wasn’t an adult, even if this was oh so wrong… Rebekah couldn’t hold back anymore. Gritting her teeth, she speaks more clearly this time, his name slipping through a lot less breathlessly.

“Harry.”

Hearing the urgency in her voice, Harry pauses and actually responds this go around.

“Yes, Rebekah?”

For a moment, the female werewolf is struck by how much more she enjoys hearing her name on his lips, rather than ‘Professor Lupin’. It feels so much more intimate, so much more… commanding.

“Harry, if you’re going to fuck me… you better do it right.”

Maybe she’s expecting too much of a young wizard. Maybe Harry doesn’t know anything more than this. Though he clearly knows more about sex than Rebekah ever expected from him. Just what had he and Cassie been getting up to behind everyone else’s back? The female werewolf doesn’t get to think on that for much longer, because the next thing she knows, Harry is giving her exactly what she wants.

His cock spears forth into her cunt a lot faster the next time, his hips moving forth harder, more harshly. His pace gets rougher and rougher, and Rebekah moans louder still as he truly begins to FUCK her. What they’d been doing before could scarcely be labeled such a thing, in truth. That had been some form of intercourse, certainly, but it’d been far too… slow.

Rebekah wanted more, nay, she NEEDED more. And now, Harry was giving it to her. He was fucking her hard from behind now, pounding her into the table before her in a way that had it jostling, though not too much. Each thrust jarred her body, but luckily, she was still wearing her top, so she wasn’t about to get splinters. Not that her tits were much to look at anyways. Her chest was where the werewolf had attacked her, so many years ago.

But Harry didn’t care about that. He didn’t care about her imperfections, he didn’t care about her looks. He’d told her this was to show her how much he loved her… and honestly? Rebekah could feel it. She could feel the love. Or maybe that was just his dick, and damn did Harry have a big one.

“D-Deeper, Harry. I know you can go deeper!”

“If you, hah, say so, Becca!”

The shortening of her name only draws another moan forth from ‘Becca’s’ lips. Is she his Becca now? Is Cassie HIS Cassie? Rebekah finds she doesn’t mind the idea all that much. She’s never really bought into all that ‘pack’ nonsense other werewolves liked to spout. Sure, it was important to have people who cared for you, who loved you… but even if they were werewolves, they were still human beings a good twenty-nine to thirty days out of each month. Family and friends, that was what they needed to survive, just like any other normal, well-adjusted person.

Though, she couldn’t deny she felt a lot like Harry’s bitch in that moment, getting slammed into harder and harder while bent over the table. And not in a bad way, either. Nothing that felt this good could possibly be bad, not in Rebekah’s honest opinion. Maybe that was the firewhisky talking, maybe it was the after effects of the Wolfsbane Potion.

All she knew, as Harry groaned and began to grow sporadic in his thrusts, was that she enjoyed this far too much to want to stop now.

“G-Getting close, Becca!”

“Inside… do it inside, Harry!”

“You… y-you sure?”

“Yes! Fill me up, damn it!”

And then he does, and Rebekah’s eyes roll back in her head for a moment as she feels his hot, sticky ejaculate painting her inner walls white. Yes… Yesssssss!!! This is everything she didn’t know she needed! Harry’s cum pumps into her for what feels like an eternity. But in the end, it’s only a minute before he’s pulling out of her, panting a little as he catches his breath. 

Rebekah, on the other hand, recovers a lot quicker. And then she’s up off the table, spinning around, and descending to her knees as she takes Harry into her mouth and hands, beginning to clean him up… while also preparing him for a second round. Because there’s no way the female werewolf is done quite yet. Oh no. As she looks up into Harry’s eyes, doing her best to convey that exact sentiment, Rebekah slurps and sucks and laps at his big, fat cock. 

The green of his eyes is especially bright in this moment, as he looks down at her, one of his hands sliding through her hair. His gaze tells her what she already knows, deep down inside. This is right.

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Cassie has to bite down on some knuckles to keep her voice from escaping as she pistons three fingers from her other hand in and out of her sopping wet cunt. She knew this was the right call from the get-go. She’d found such happiness with Harry, and Harry had shown her no signs of slowing down. It was only right that Rebekah get some of that same joy when there was so much of it to go around.

Put bluntly, as much as she loved the young wizard, it turned out James’ son had both more stamina and more of a libido than James himself. Cassie wondered if Harry got it from Lily, or at least her side of the family. She wondered for all of one moment before simply deciding to enjoy it for what it was. In the end though, Cassie just couldn’t keep up. Even with her potions regimen, over a decade in Azkaban had still left her a little weak.

Or at least, that was the excuse she’d given herself for why she’d set Rebekah and Harry up like this. Another reason might have been the fact that she’d wanted to watch. And she had, oh yes, she had. Sneaking back into the room disillusioned, once it all started, neither Rebekah or Harry had been in a state of mind to notice her crouching down in the corner.

They might if she got more vocal, but so far Cassie was doing an excellent job at holding back her vocal enjoyment of her fingers in her cunt. Watching the two go at it as they had, watching Rebekah REALLY getting into it now… Cassie couldn’t help but be happy for the two of them. And hey, maybe she’d join them eventually. Maybe the pair of older witches would see if they could corral Harry, because now that he’d had a go at them both, Cassie could say that neither had any chance of controlling the young Potter man on their lonesome.

But controlling him wasn’t the point. The point was that they were together. That they were family. The point was for them to be happy. And judging by the way Rebekah had just sucked Harry’s cock back to full mast, and then hopped up onto the table before spreading her legs wide to expose her cum-filled cunt… well, they were definitely happy.

And now Rebekah was getting a lot happier as Harry thrust into her, this time face-to-face. Watching the pair kiss and makeout, watching as Harry and Rebekah’s tongues intertwine together, Cassie can’t help but moan around her knuckles as she bites down harder on her fist. Merlin, this was the best idea she’d ever fucking had.