Susan Bones gulped as every pair of eyes stared in her direction. The lively chatter and the laughter that was prevalent among the young masses halted. The enchanted gramophone, playing the Weird Sisters' all-time classics, somehow followed her schoolmates—filling the large hall of her ancestral manor with a high-pitched groaning sound. Her eyes jumped from one pair to another, briefly stalling at the insanely curvy brunette before grounding to a halt at the latest wizard to step foot there.
And by Morgana… what a sight it was.
'Hem, hem…'
Oh!
A monocled eye spat fire in her direction, causing her own monocle to slip down her nose. The glare that her aunt sent her way, chilled Susan's bones, a pool of dread forming in the pit of her stomach.
A small tugging of her hand made her realize that her conspirator and the enforcer of the invisibility spell, Millie, had ducked behind her frame, almost invisible to the gaping populace. Traitor! She wanted to shout out, but only a whimper escaped her lips.
"Care to elaborate, my dear?" Her aunt's tone held none of the anger that was radiating from her demeanor.
That couldn't be good…
Susan Bones stilled her heart, scrounging every bit of bravery from her frame. Even though she hadn't planned herself to be caught in her spying or, more like scanning for beau prospects, she had thought of such an eventuality. Growing up with a seasoned auror, the value of a good escape plan was drilled in her head repeatedly, or many such plans, in case she got stuck in the shit.
With a mental thanks to her aunt for that important life lesson, and praying to mother magic that her Gryffindorish next action wouldn't force her into an even deeper end of the trouble, the busty Bones heiress squeezed the small hand of her house-elf with enough force that Millie let out a silent gasp. Whether that was due to pain or her fear of her aunt, that was to be seen.
"Umm… hehe…" Susan put her free hand behind her head, rubbing her hair while smiling in her aunt and the guest's direction. "I wanted to surprise you with something…"
"Really?" Susan kept her smile, even though she wanted to curl up in a ball and hid inside her bedroom for eternity. "And pray tell, what was that surprise?"
A soft snap of fingers from behind reached her ears. Susan took a deep breath, her smile going away, replaced by a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
With a whoosh of air, a wet, clumpy bit of chocolate custard flew from its resting place and smacked behind the head of a puzzled Cormac McLaggen. The said boy turned around, his curly, blond hair coated with a thick layer of dark chocolate.
A silent ripple of laughter followed the braggart Gryffindor's condition and Susan could see the tension easing away from most of the guests' countenance.
"You bastard, Carmichael!" Flushed red in embarrassment, Cormac tossed the half-eaten frosted cake in his hand at the Ravenclaw guy, who was sulking beside the food table. Unfortunately, for the angry McLaggen, his aim was way off, hitting the face of the Selwyn heir with full force.
"You brain-dead Gryffindor!" Susan grinned at the furious shout of the Slytherin wizard, her eyes crinkling, seeing the other Slytherin students glaring at the aggregated Gryffindor guys throughout the hall.
"If anyone even thinks about—" Susan cut off her aunt before she could intimidate the boys into compliance, bursting her lungs out.
"FOOD FIGHT!"
And all hell broke loose in the hall of the Bones manor.
Seeing everyone's attention diverted away from her, the busty redhead shuffled from her position, eyes peeled for any incoming projectile her way. Millie still clutched her hand, shivering even though she was following her mistress out of the mess.
Susan knew that her aunt would be apoplectic with rage at her stunt, but honestly, that was the only way she could think of getting out of this mess without confessing her crimes.
Hopefully, Aunt Amelia would mellow out the next day. Yeah hopefully…
She couldn't even sneak out to her friend Hannah's house as both her friend and her mother were among other guests, probably getting splattered by wet and sweet birthday treats.
She was almost on the verge of sneaking out of the hall, glancing backward for a fraction. Her aunt was waving her wand and charming the projectiles back where they belong. But sadly, the attacks were too many, and from so many fronts that a single pumpkin pasty slipped past her defense, splattering with a wet pop directly at her monocled eye.
Millie dragged her hurriedly out of the hall, a panicked look on the elf's face causing Susan to swallow nervously. Maybe it would be better if we hightailed out of here…
Still, her eyes went to the cause and solution of all her troubles—an angry blaze of jealousy spread from her heart to see her future boyfriend in the half-embrace of Dora's mom, with the old cow almost protecting his frame with all of her heft.
Soon I will rectify my mistake from the last year.
Harry grimaced as Aunt Andi almost manhandled him this way and that, waving her wand and protecting both of them from participating in the impromptu food war.
"Let's get out of here, love." Harry jerked back at the brunette's whisper. "We could be doing better things than standing here, getting attacked by a bunch of baboons dressed as wizards."
Harry nodded his head like a mannequin. The thought of going back to their pleasurable activities sounded much better than standing there, waiting to get splattered. Harry fished out his wand from his trouser pocket, hoping to strengthen the Black sister's guard with his substantial skill with the wand in their retreat. His eyes accidentally fell on the Lady of the Manor, standing just a few feet ahead of them, getting splattered by boys and older witches alike. Harry's new hobby of checking out an older woman came to the forefront at the inopportune moment, his eyes getting stuck on the huge ass of her ex- crush's aunt, the green robes flipping erratically but still giving an outline of the cushiony behind.
Merlin! It's like Susan's features, amplified to the extreme.
"Harry!" A cat-like hiss reached his ears.
Harry quickly averted his eyes, but the tightening grip of her current caretaker made him wish that he had been even quicker.
"Umm… nothing… nothing…" Harry swiveled his head around as if searching for an imminent threat. "I was just taking—"
That small observation down the hall made one thing clear to the Potter heir.
McLaggen was even more infamous than he previously thought. The braggart was under attack from multiple sources, resembling a tall pillar of multicolored dessert. All three houses had somehow come together in their enmity toward the nasty boy, pelting him with a fresh dosage from all angles.
Unfortunately, the other Gryffindors had also come under similar coordinated attacks, getting overwhelmed in their positions.
Even though he hadn't been the most popular Gryff in the house, preferring to remain in the shadows most of the time, House loyalty was such an ingrained identity that a fierce resolution settled in his mind, chasing the thought of saving his hide.
Harry ignored the effort of Andromeda Tonks to steer them in the floo's direction, wiggling out of her grip with a bit of concentrated effort.
I can't let Gryffindor get annihilated in my presence. Even if it means I have to sacrifice an evening with the voluptuous Tonks woman.
"Sorry Andi, I have to help my housemates," Harry said, shuffling backward, wand in hand. "House loyalty. I'm sure you understand…"
"If you join in their tomfoolery, then I will…I will…" Andromeda Tonks spluttered. "I will cut off your access!"
Harry's strides halted as if someone had cut off the charm from an animated golem. Even though the woman hadn't implied what access she would cut off, by the way she thrusted her chest and cocked her hips, Harry would bet his left nut that it was her body that she was talking about.
Well, shite!
The thousand years of tradition, brotherhood, and pride beckoned him from behind, while the allure of the succubus assaulted from the front. The cackling of the allied group of other three house boys caused him mental pain, while the mere thought of missing all those voluptuous buffets for the rest of his stay with The Tonks woman squeezed his heart, his soul screaming at the mere thought.
A fierce determination entered his emerald orbs before extinguishing by a mere smoky look of Andromeda's Tonks' violet eyes—Harry Potter deflated like a balloon.
Sorry guys, you are on your own.
He was almost an outcast, anyway.
Shoulders slouched, eyes looking in the direction of the smirking Andromeda, as if a dog looking for a treat from his mistress after accomplishing a task, Harry retraced his backward journey, quite ashamed of his weakness.
Submerged in self-pity, the young Potter suddenly felt something slippery beneath his footwear.
"Look out!"
Unfortunately, the warning came too late. Harry Potter's eyes widened as the friction beneath his shoes turned nil as the mixture of cream, oil, and lard spilled around a patch had turned the marbled floor into a veritable death trap.
Hands flailing for support, his vision of the alarmed face of the busty brunette was replaced by the high ceiling of the large hall before a sudden weightlessness gripped his whole being. With a sickening thud, his head impacted the floor of the hall, rattling his brain matter inside the skull.
"HARRYYY!"
With his name ringing in his ears like the astronomy tower bell, the Potter heir felt the darkness creeping into his vision, eyes closing on their own will.
'I should have stayed at the Tonks house!'
A pained moan escaped his lips. Harry tried to burrow even deeper into the marshmallowy cloud beneath him. The incessant throbbing inside his head didn't allow that, dragging his consciousness back to the mortal realm as if it owed him money, and the only way to compensate was to give him as much agony as possible.
His eyes squinted behind the closed eyelids. He was thinking about opening them when full, pillowy lips pressed against his slightly chapped ones. The owner of the lips started massaging his and the moment he opened his to let out a low moan, a thick strawberry-like concoction was pushed inside his mouth courtesy of a long, dexterous tongue. A tongue that seemed reluctant to retreat, massaging his gums, cheeks, and teeth. Even groggy and half-conscious, the Potter heir refused to be a mere victim, tongue which had become a master at dominating older witches, stroke back against the invading tongue. His tongue immediately wrestled the wiggling invader, not willing to concede a single millimeter of the battlefield.
Within minutes, Oxygen became the villain of the pair's battle. With a wet plop, their tongues disengaged from each other, causing Harry to smile a bit, a hint of his white teeth visible while his eyes remained closed.
"I want to wake up like that every time Aunt Andi—"
Harry realized something was wrong the moment his eyelids opened a fraction. The ceiling over his bed was a lot higher than he had become accustomed to for the last week, not to mention the completely distinct color. Blinking his eyes furiously, the young Potter tried to chase away his grogginess. A moan of relief left his lips as the throbbing of his head decreased drastically with every second. His parched throat was soothed by the tasty liquid just shoved into him. The young wizard hoped he was living in a nightmare as a face swam into his vision.
"Lady Bone…s…?"
Harry turned his head around discretely or that was what he thought, searching for the lips that were attached to his mere moments ago. Wait… was that a dream?
The sound of the smacking lips forced him to look into the woman sitting beside his lying frame, a few droplets of thick liquid clinging to those thick, cheery red petals.
No way…
"Yes, dear… Lady Bones. Though hoped to change that to lady boned by the end of the night." Amelia Bones murmured, a broad smirk enveloping her mature face. "Were you hoping for someone else?"
The young wizard gaped in alarm, eyes doing a double take. "Umm… did I say anything aloud? I must have been dreaming… Yeah. Dreaming." Harry hoped Susan's aunt would think him moaning Andromeda Tonks' name as just a maddened rambling.
"Oh?"
Harry gulped, eyes finally adjusted to the low light to take in the dress that the head of the DMLE and his mom's close friend were wearing.
A skimpy bright red blouse, that strained to hold those mammoth-sized treasures. With the cleavage showing lightly freckled pale flesh sporting pinkish blush starting from the neck and going inside…
That was nothing like Susan ever wore.
"My eyes are up here." Harry glanced upward at the witch's face, hoping he wouldn't be castrated for ogling arguably the most powerful woman in the country.
"What happened?" Harry asked. Crossing his eyeballs, Harry faked being disoriented. "I just remembered a pain in the back of my head. Where am I?"
"That wasn't a pretty sight. You slipping there." Amelia Bones stared at him, eyes searching for something which Harry feared was his unimpressive acting. "Andromeda Tonks was hysterical. Almost cursing a few people in her fury. Such agonized screams… People would think it's someone very close to her that got injured."
"I… uhh…"
"Lily never mentioned you were so very close to her?"
"I have been living with her for the last few days—"
"Yes! Your mother mentioned that in her letter." Harry panicked, remembering that he hadn't written a single letter to his mom. 'You were too busy being inside your caretaker.' Harry silenced his cynical thoughts with prejudice. "Funny thing, she mentioned that I would have been her first choice and she would have left you in my care if you and Susan wouldn't be left completely unsupervised during my work hours."
Harry thanked his mother mentally. That would have been awkward.
"Your mother would be happy to know that you have grown so close to her."
'You don't even know half of it.' Harry concentrated hard to not let his lecherous thoughts show.
"Too close, it seems."
Shit! Harry Potter panicked. If there was a single person that could unearth what was going on inside the Tonks household throughout the week…
"Oh! My head is killing me…" The young wizard closed his eyes, moaning as if some serious ache was hampering his cognitive thoughts. "I think I need to see a healer."
"Andromeda already checked on you. Said there's nothing wrong except a mild bruise." Harry hoped his acting of going to sleep was convincing. He was too tired to face a direct confrontation with the most feared of criminal investigators. "And your pain should go away with the Pain-relief potion I just administered."
Harry's eyes flew open. All his opera worthy acting fleeing by the confirmation that the young wizard had hoped, prayed, was a hallucination. "You…I mean…"
"I am sure you were hoping it was your Aunt Andi…?"
"No… No. Of course… not!" Harry's sputtering didn't sound convincing even to his own ears.
Now that his plan to feign illness had gone down the drain, Harry Potter came back to his earlier question. "Where am I, exactly?"
"Andi didn't dare to transport you in case you have a concussion." Amelia Bones said. "So we put you inside one of our guest bedrooms."
Harry's heartbeat skyrocketed. His earlier guess of still being inside the Bones Manor—the heart of the inquiring auror's territory made him realize that he was completely, utterly fucked.
"And is she…?" Harry didn't even have the courage to think that Andromeda Tonks had left him in the care of the two Bones witches.
"No. After making sure every guest have gone to their respective homes, Andromeda was too worried to return to her home. She is sleeping in another room." Amelia Bones didn't mention that it was her that convinced Andi to not apparate with a possible concussion patient not to mention providing the Black daughter a special blend of wine from her private drawer in her inconsolable phrase. She hoped Andromeda Tonks would sleep throughout the entire night. A small smirk formed on her face. The revelations that the inebriated married woman had sprouted… The busty redhead's toes curled just by remembering the details.
Harry sighed in relief. At least he wasn't completely alone…
"Though she unwittingly mentioned something in her hysteria that I believe Lily should know of."
"What?" Harry cringed as his voice broke, sounding more like a trodden mouse.
"Do you know the penalty of line theft, young man?"
"What?"
"Yes, being an accomplice of wizarding adultery is a very serious offense."
Harry's terrified eyes searched the severe ones of the Lady Bones. His extremities got cold by the mere thought…
'If there's really such a crime then he would be twice convicted.' Harry remembered that two out of his three sexual partners were happily married.
"Is there really such a punishment?" Harry hoped that wasn't taken as his admission, before hastily adding. "Not that it matters to me."
"And lying to an Auror is an equally reprehensible crime."
"Lady Bones…" Harry panted. "I don't know what you are talking about—"
"So you weren't engaging in sexual activities with the wife of one Theodore Tonks?" The Potter heir's emerald eyes which had grown the size of large saucers tracked the right hand of Susan's aunt as she put it just above the cover that was drawn over his body. And for the first time after waking up, Harry Potter realized what was that feeling, tickling his naked ass and balls.
"Am I naked?"
Amelia Bones shrugged, the idle hand resting above his covered navel stroking a figure eight. "Your clothes needed cleaning." Amelia hushed his erupting protest in its infancy. "And as we are just two women living here…"
Harry was too overwhelmed to catch her bullshit. As if there weren't dozens of spells for conjuration.
"And only Andi and I were present when you were undressed in this bed. Not like Andi hadn't already seen everything—."
The hand doodling over his stomach gradually journeyed southward, stalling over the clear indentation of a thick, burly pipe.
"—I, on the other hand…"
As if to prove her superiority and complete dominance over his vulnerable self, the head of the DMLE fished her wand resting inside her right wrist holder with her left hand before waving it non-nonchalantly with her non-wand hand, pushing the cover from his body by a forceful gust of wind.
Goosebumps erupted all over his naked skin and the half-chub that was resting above his thigh sniffed the open air, the criss-crossing veins flaring as blood rapidly flowed through the organ.
"What is the mean—"
Harry's indignant shout was cut off as a delighted girly squeal echoed throughout the bedroom.
"No wonder a woman is willing to forgo her marital vows."
Harry blushed at the awed whisper from the mature woman. Hands slowly crept downward to cup and hid his rapidly inflating shaft. His hands were almost at their destination when a silver handcuff fastened around both of his wrists, stalling their movements.
"Uh…Huh… No hiding the evidence from an Auror's eyes." Harry eyed the wand on the redhead witch's hand wearily, his bound hand not allowing him to shuffle backward.
"I wonder what would Ted say, knowing her wife was defiled by this…" the young wizard swallowed. "And Lily… what would she think? Betrayed by her close friend and her own son?"
Harry Potter had trouble deciding who being aware of his activities would be more harmful. Ted Tonks, whose wife he had been defiling, or his mother…his mother…
His brain shut down at the mere thought of his mother's anger. Not being able to conceive what the redhead's reaction would be to her son's blatant betrayal of trust.
"Please not my mom…" Harry pleaded to the stone-hearted auror. "Not my mom, neither Andi's husband." Or her daughter—he added in his mind.
Harry knew the futility of misdirection in front of such an experienced auror, begging her to reconsider her threats.
"I hate negotiating with criminals, young man." Harry's hopes were crushed by the sentence. " But maybe this time I can think of something…"
"Really?" Harry's eyes lit up.
"Young Harry—" Amelia Bones waved her wand over the now towering, twitching piece of cockmeat. A gooey, gel-like substance coated the entire veiny surface. She stood up, and a choked gasp escaped the young man's mouth as her lower half was unveiled in front of his eyes. Completely shaven, weeping, and naked lower half.
The stacked mature witch, just in her revealing blouse, hopped above his naked frame, situating her curvy body just above his veiny cock. Hooking that huge bellend of his cock into her distended and wrinkly pussy flaps, Amelia Bones gasped out a breathy moan. The voluptuous beauty angled his cockhead below her hanging pussy-lips, directly at her winking starfish. Hands slowly spreading the cool lubricant over the fuming beast of a cock, the lady of the Bones family finally gave a smirk at his lying, stupefied form.
"—you just have to plug all of my holes to buy my silence."
Harry Potter cursed loudly as the head of his cock entered the anal cavity of a woman for the first time. Fuck! This heat… It's almost better than a pussy. Well…Not quite, but still…
"Fuck! It feels even bigger than taking two dicks inside my shithole!"
Harry grunted, surprised to hear that bit about such a distinguished personality of wizarding Britain.
But then again, all the older witches that he had come across had been depraved to the core. Why should Susan's aunt be any different?
He just had to fuck a balloon-titted older witch to buy her silence?
The nervousness bled from his body at the realization, taut muscles slowly unclenching from their corded state. He stared at the pained grimace on Amelia Bones' beautiful mature face, eyes glancing as the massive mammaries of her swung within their red-clothed compartment.
The first quarter of his dick clenched tightly in her colon. Harry decided to show her how much expertise he had acquired in making older witches senseless. Tightening his abs, Lily Potter's son pushed upward, his lubricated dick punching straight through the colon of the flailing redhead.
"Morgana's saggy tits! Slow down, young man!"
'It's not fair!'
That was the single thought that was keeping the young Bones heiress awake, tossing and turning on her bed incessantly for the last few hours. The busty redhead in her birthday suit punched the pillow beside her head, murmuring about her wretched luck. She tried to remember the events of her last birthday party, sneaking among the invited boys, a similar ploy to today's performed to perfection.
Why wasn't Harry Potter present on that day? She clearly remembered talking with the beautiful lady Potter.
All those times spent in the library—completely wasted. Her goody-two-shoes persona didn't allow her to outright reject the Potter heir's clumsy advances, but damn! Weren't they bothersome?
But now, without the veil of ignorance…
Why the hell do witches have to take chances blindly while agreeing to go on a date, but the wizards know before-handedly what is inside a witch's robes? I mean, every wizard can guess what kind of sweater puppies we hide inside our robes.
So what if she took a shortcut while selecting her partners? She still thanked her lucky stars that she came across her aunt's magic monocle while planning a prank on her sleeping aunt. Wearing that monocle on a whim and seeing her dressed aunt's clothes vanishing as if with a spell, a twelve-year-old Susan had barely stopped herself from shouting out loud. At twelve the trick might have seemed juvenile, but after hitting puberty, those monocles weren't anything less valuable than Helga's legendary cup in her mind.
To never be blindsided. Neither disappointed. Bone's family's coffers might have overflowed if her aunt hadn't hoarded those precious contraptions in her drawer.
She had wondered a few times about her aunt's activities with her monocles.
Probably not that different from her. Even though her aunt told her it was for checking curses and illusions, Susan wouldn't be fooled that easily.
Now that the ruse had been over, the young redhead lamented that her aunt would probably hoard them even closer to her chest.
Not that she needed the monocles anymore. Their utility was already fulfilled.
A slow smirk crossed across her features. A sob story formed in her mind. Surely Harry hadn't gotten over her already? Even if she might have accidentally planned for him to see her in Blaise's lap?
She, an innocent, shy maiden seduced by the rogue playboy of Slytherin and subsequently dumped after being taken advantage of.
Damn! She also donated her virginity to that asshole. Even if the sex was lackluster at best, it satisfied Susan that she choose the most endowed boy of their year. But apparently, that was not the case.
People might say her vain for putting so much emphasis on the wizard's appendage, but as the most developed girl in their year, if not the entire school, shouldn't she be entitled to the most massive piece of womb-puncher?
She would like to kick her past self's ass if possible. She was searching for polished glass when the biggest chunk of diamond literally fell on her lap, which she was foolish enough to discard.
Serves her right for being saddled with the limp dicked Blaise. The bastard couldn't even get it up.
Could she peddle that laughable theory of her hymen being broken by excessive broom riding? Harry's surely not experienced enough to detect her bullshit?
It would have been so much easier if she had just given Harry a chance…
The Bones heiress jerked upright. Her eyes fell on the discarded bathrobe lying on the floor.
No point crying over spilled milk.
Millie had already informed her about the happening of the party while she had closed herself off from the outside. To think that Harry would be forced to stay at her house for the night.
If only…
Of course, why wait? Why wait for the start of school when she could lay claim on her prize, right now, right here?
The young redhead sprang from her bed and picked up her bathrobe, tying it loosely on her frame. Susan Bones glanced at the cleavage that her attire was showing, smirking internally.
Let's see how Harry Potter rejects this…
The young witch opened her door with a silent 'click' before tiptoeing out of her room. She heaved a sigh of relief, her aunt's closed door at least saved her from being grounded or Merlin forbid caught sneaking for the time being.
The busty redhead glided through the entire corridor unimpeded before entering the guest wing, heart palpating in excitement.
Which room he was in, again?
With furrowed brows, the young witch twisted the knob of the first room's door, huffing as an empty bed greeted her.
'Hmmff…'
With a dismissive sniff, she was about to skip to the next door when a loud moan from a few doors across stopped her dead in her tracks.
Ears peeled for any sound, she stumbled as a cursed scream followed the moan from the same direction.
That sounded suspiciously like Aunt Amelia…
Her stealth forgotten, the Hufflepuff witch dashed across the corridor, banging open the unlocked door without a care in the world.
"Auntie!" Susan screamed as she was greeted by the scene straight from her nightmare. "What the fucking hell!"
Her aunt, the most feared witch on the Isles, bounced right in front of her niece, facing the entrance of the bedroom. Her massive tits which Susan was incredibly jealous of, bounced and flopped out of a blouse that might have fitted her aunt when she was starting her puberty, clapping and jostling each other in their delirious dance.
Now if her aunt was just jumping up and down on empty air or even a fucking dildo, then she wouldn't have cared but the real reason that the young redhead was fuming and cursing was that her old sow of an aunt was bouncing on a massive monster of a penis—a penis that belonged to none other than her future boyfriend Harry Potter.
"Fuuuckkk… Offff…. Susie!" her aunt screamed right at her face, not stopping her from bouncing for even one second. Her fat buttock crashed against the underlying wizard's muscled thighs.
"Soo… fucking… Good!" Amelia Bones skewed on that fleshy mammoth panted and wheezed, gyrating while still on her haunches, basically dancing with her belly. "It's like tickling my tonsils. Hic!"
"Have you no shame, you old cow!" Rather than listening to her aunt's order and vacating the room for her aunt's enjoyment, Susan actually stormed inside, stopping at the foot of the bed, glaring at the joined parts of her aunt with the young wizard. "Having sex with a guy my age—"
Susan squeaked as the rest of the sentence tapered off. "Is that… is he… is he in your fucking arse?"
From her close vantage point, Susan could see her aunt. Could see everything. Her aunt had her legs spread wide with her bare red, wrinkly, and hanging pussy lips gaping in her direction, while a cock thicker than her forearm run havoc inside her lower dirty hole. Harry's cock was punching so deep inside her aunt's stomach that a visible imprint of his shaft was visible to his every thrust.
Susan questioned whether she had ever really known her aunt. She bounced there, taking a cock inside the forbidden hole like a champ while Susan Bones gaped stupidly.
"Susan! Get out!" The redhead jerked backward at her aunt's shout before a shadow crossed her face.
"You… you! No! You stop fucking my future boyfriend. You whore!"
"What!" Harry Potter, thrusting from beneath her aunt, choked out. "What boyfriend?"
Susan blushed red. She hadn't thought about expressing her intentions like that. But now that she had…
"Get aside, you stupid gal!"
The redhead only dug up her heels on the floor. "Make me!" And crossed her arms across her bust.
"Suit youuuu….. Hngggggghh…." Her aunt screamed to the high heavens, making an incredibly stupid face, her tongue hanging out lewdly.
Stupid, greedy aunts!
Unseen by the petulant Bones' heiress, her aunt's pussy started convulsing. A musky scent assaulted her nose as her aunt's mature pussy gushed like a broken faucet and with a precision belying belief, a jet of stinky fem-cum erupted from Amelia Bones' cunt and splashed straight at the face of the surprised Susan.
'Pfftt…Sprttt…'
One, two, three… continuous jets of her aunt's cunt juice ejaculated with wet disgusting sounds, drenching the young Bones heiress completely from her head to toe. With her bathrobe wet with the discharge, Susan Bones swallowed a few mouthfuls of her aunt's love juice unwittingly before spitting out the rest. Her curses rang throughout the bedroom.
"What the hell, Aunty!"
In another room, an expensively dressed Andromeda Tonks stirred awake, blinking to get accustomed to the light of the room. She grimaced.
Not again…
Her mind seemed befuddled, throat drier than the climate of the African Sahara. She searched for her wand, rummaging over the silk duvet of her bed, when a popping sound made her whirl around.
"What the—"
"Mistress should be still sleeping!" And with a snap of the tiny fingers of the Bones elf, Andromeda Tonks returned to the Morpheus realm, not even having any chance to defend herself from the elf's powerful magic.
Millie, the house elf, wrung her bony hands before twisting her own ears roughly.
"Bad Millie…bad Millie…"
Even her frightened expression of using magic against a witch without her mistress's knowledge didn't deter her from murmuring another sentence.
"Nobody should disturb mistresses when they are making little Bonses."