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Chapter 36– The Line.
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*LEMON CONTINUES* (Also Some Plot)
"Hey, handsome. Good Morning." I am brought out of my mind, and my Occlumency falters when I hear those words and feel a weight settle on my lap, preventing me from seeing the next part of whatever was about to happen next, which I think was pretty important. However, I can't ignore the lithe, supple form that rests on top of my lap and the arms that wrap around my neck and the head that rests against my shoulder.
"...Good morning." I end up saying, unable to come up with another response to the pink-haired girl whose naked ass is resting on top of my bare ass. I am using my all to keep my other head calm, not having the excuse of alcohol to go any further with this. Especially because the girl that sits on my lap is Nymphadora Tonks, the daughter of the woman I was pursuing with my all. What the fuck have I ended up doing.
This is the daughter of Andromeda Tonks, my secretary and the person I am closest to in this world, which is weird to say now that I think about it. I don't actually have anybody, not even friends. I have purely been focused on myself with training, my ventures and my pleasure, and I have avoided that social aspect. Fuck. Andromeda is the only person out there that actually gives a shit about me, even if it isn't much, and I just fucked her daughter six ways to Sunday.
And not only that, but I did so much fucking stuff with her. Using her abilities and enjoying them to the fullest. The inexperienced girl I met yesterday no longer exists, and what sits on my lap right now is a woman who has a lot of experience, all gained in the breadth of a single night. And probably the worst thing is that I don't really feel bad about it. The only thing making me feel off about it is the possible ramifications that could result, but not that it happened. I really am a piece of shit, aren't I? Oh well, I think I have been on the losing end enough for one lifetime, so I don't care about it.
"So..." I hear Nymphadora speak, and I look down at her in askance. I raise an eyebrow when she doesn't continue, and I realise that she wants me to continue the conversation. However, my eyes are inevitably drawn down, and she pretty much puffs her chest out at my attention, enjoying it. I don't feel the urge to avert my eyes since I have already seen everything and much more. I have already crossed the line. My gaze lingers on her body, and I note that it is her normal body. At least, I think it is. It is the same body she had when she lost control after the first orgasm I gave her, so I think it is.
"...So?" I eventually respond, raising my eyes back to her, surprised to find that he had changed them to a vibrant shade of orange. Reminds me of the drink, Miranda.
"Well, I am pretty sure you know who I am now that you aren't drunk." I am surprised by her assumption for a second before I take a moment to think about it and figure out that it makes sense. Her mom works for me, and so she probably thinks that I have heard about her metamorphagus daughter, which I actually have. It is usually complaints. And she obviously knows who I am. Still, I didn't think she would bring up the fact that she was sober, and I was pissed.
"So you knew you were taking advantage of me in my addled state. What a naughty schoolgirl you are." I end up saying, unable to keep myself from being a little flirty. I would blame the fact she was on top of me, and her ass was rippling against me, which she must be doing using her powers, but I know what I am about. I am a horny bastard. It's why I mentioned her schoolgirl status.
"Oooh, are you going to punish me? I have been a bad girl. I can skip some lessons and serve detention here with you instead if you would prefer, sir." She says, a sultry tilt to her voice. She shows her intentions with more than just words and uses actions as she starts to kiss along my neck, working her hand down between my legs and beginning to fondle my balls and stroke my cock. I can't help but become hard, and my hands quickly move up to start playing with her tits.
"My, what happened to the innocent shy girl I found yesterday? What have you done with her, you sexy minx?" I say, unable to help myself and coming in closer to grab her chin and pull her towards my lips. We quickly lose ourselves in it, and our tongues tangle together, exchanging saliva as we snog each other. Finally, I retreat, moving my lips to her neck as she pants heavily, her face flushed.
"Well, I was just a virgin schoolgirl sneaking out of Hogwarts at night, scared she would get caught. And then I met the Gilderoy Lockhart. Of course, I was nervous and didn't talk much for fear of getting caught." She says between moans, her hand now furiously pumping my cock up and down, her other hand joining in to start caressing my balls. Damn, I didn't remember all of the things we did last night or all of the stuff I taught her, but this is a night and day difference between who she was last night and who she is now. Or should I say, how experienced she is?
"And what changed?" I say, finding her to be extremely different from how she was last night, too different. It can't be just the intense amount of fucking we did last night that changed that, can it? She is no longer a virgin, but she is still a schoolgirl that has snuck out of Hogwarts and is probably late to her first lesson now, and I am still the Gilderoy Lockhart. Are women really that quick to mature? Does losing your hymen and virginity suddenly boost them a lot, and make them wisen up?
"I don't know? I saw you with your pants down? I have spent several hours with your big dick ravaging my insides? I was always like this. I am just not that afraid to show myself now. You've already shown how much you like me. All the different parts of me. I don't think you are about to drag me back to school to get chewed out by McGonagall." Even though she phrases that sultrily, I can't help but think she is alluding to something else as I start pinching and rubbing her nipples.
I am guessing she got a lot of flak at Hogwarts for being as special as she is, especially in her younger years. The purebloods disliked her for obvious reasons, and the muggle borns were probably more afraid of her than they were interested. The boys probably made fun of her when they were younger before they realised just what they missed out on when they grew up, and the girls probably grew jealous and suspicious when they realised she could change her looks with ease. I guess I am the first to not make out like I am weirded out by her ability. In fact, I showed my zest for it. She probably got unlucky that I was the first person to deliver such a positive reaction.
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"Well, you would be right about that. Because I wouldn't be able to bring myself to let go of these big beautiful breasts." Saying so, I squeeze them, and I can feel them literally getting bigger under my fingers. And I look at her amused, my face pausing when I see her mischievous face. Because now she has cat eyes, car ears and that fucking anime cat mouth that all the cat girls have in some frames. Jesus, what the fuck did I not get a chance to review what we did last night? Did we do some catgirl stuff? Shit, what the hell else?
*Knock* Knock* *Knock*
My brain halts. My fingers paused, still deep in the doughy flesh. I can feel Nymphadora stiffen up on top of me. We both heard the knocks on the door, and we both knew what that meant. There is only one other person who works at my office and would have access right now at this time. Even if I don't know what time it is right now, I know it is early morning. Fuck, why did I always rely on my tempus spell and didn't purchase a fucking clock like a normal person?
"Gilderoy, I am coming in," Andromeda says, as she usually would, expecting to come in and find me in the process of fucking one of the women I have picked up last night. Except this time, the woman is her own daughter. Her words quickly jumpstarted my brain, and I came to the obvious conclusion if she were to come in here and find her naked, freshly fucked daughter on my lap, then I was going to get hurt and lose a good worker as well as forever ruin my relationship with her.
My first instinct is to get my wand and slam the door shut, but that is when I remember that I am fucking naked, and my wand is most likely somewhere in the pile of clothes strewn around the room. Shit. I only came to the realisation of my helplessness without a wand last night, and I haven't had time to correct it, though I never thought I would be in this type of situation.
My brain, at this point, starts to overheat, finding myself unable to come up with any solution that I can do right now without magic. I turn to Nymphadora, ready to do something drastic like stand up and place her on the chair and start fucking her from behind, so Andromeda won't be able to see her daughter and would leave quicker at the sight of my bare ass. Except, I realised that won't be necessary when I saw that Nymphadora was more on the uptake than me, and she had already begun to use her ability to transform herself into someone else.
The door starts to open, and I don't have enough trust in Nympadora's abilities to believe that she will transform in time. I also know that I wouldn't be able to stand up and position myself in my earlier thought-up plan since she is nearly inside. So I do the next best thing, and I quickly grab Nymphadora by the arm, covering her mouth at the same time, which is a good thing as she ends up squawking into it as I shover her onto the floor and then shuffle her underneath my desk, and quickly push my chair into it. Effectively trapping naked Nymphadora there, under my desk, where her mother will not be able to see her.
"Gilderoy, we have a few things to run through today. Noting that important, but..." Andromeda walks in, starting to talk and getting straight to business as usual, probably not wanting to pay any attention to the sexual escapades that occur inside here. Except she pauses when she catches sight of me, and I worry for a second that the jig is already up, but I don't let it show on my face and simply send a customary dashing smile her way and then gesture for her to continue.
"Sorry, I just didn't expect you to be naked. Why are you naked?" Andromeda asks, confusing me greatly. Really, that is what is stifling her. She has gotten more than her fair share of views on my naked form since I am pretty much mostly naked in my office since I really don't do much in here besides signing a few things and penning a few letters and mostly just fuck a lot inside of it. Though she hasn't seen me in all of my glory, she has seen enough, so my current nudity isn't anything new for her. Hell, I am behind my desk, so all she can really see is my upper torso.
"Well, you know. I had some company over like usual, and like usual, I did the dance with no pants. Hence, the no pants." I say, explaining what should be obvious. As I do so, I can feel some shuffling between my legs, and I realise it must be quite cramped down there. I really just kind of shoved Nymphadora down there and not in the most comfortable position, and she is trying to get more comfortable.
"Yes, I understand that part. It's just, I thought you weren't in the mood last night. You said you didn't feel well." Oh, that's right. My emotionless self came back, and Andromeda was surprised I was coming back early and without a friend, and I told her I wasn't in the mood and didn't feel like it. And then I went up to my room, and that was the last she saw of me. No wonder she is confused about why I am naked.
"Yeah, but then I changed my mind. The mood struck. And I flooed back out for some fun." Which is true. I did change my mind, literally. And then I went out on a bit of a bender to forget about all the other crap that happened. I felt Nymphadora moving around, so I moved my chair back a bit, and after a brief pause of movement, she quickly took a new position, and I felt her hands quickly rest upon both of my legs.
"Oh, so where is this girl then? You usually keep them around long enough for me to see, and then you send them packing." She says, and I go to respond, but then I feel Nyphadora patting on legs. I quickly bring my hand to my forehead and act like I am still hungover and moan, but really I am glancing down to see Nymphadora motioning for me to open my legs. Understanding that she needs more space, I part my legs, and she quickly moves forward, taking the new space.
"The girl? Oh, she's- ah-" I end up choking when I feel Nymphadora grab ahold of my cock and immediately engulf it with her mouth and take it down to the very base. I look down, worried that she is going to start deepthroating me and make too much noise, but then she just stays down there, my dick fully down her throat. And that is when I realise she is using her abilities to become a better dick sucker. Somehow, she is still breathing with my cock down her gullet.
"-around... somewhere. Honestly, I was so drunk last night that I don't even remember." I quickly finished my sentence, knowing to wait any longer would bring suspicion. It doesn't help when I can feel her insides literally close in on me, wrapping my dick tight before starting to massage and pulse on it. Delivering a sinful amazing massage, trying to wring me of my cum. I begin to lose strength in my body from this soul-wrenching experience, and I have to lean forward and clench my desk tight to try and stop myself from cumming immediately. My knuckles are white from the force I am applying, and I can hear the wood creaking.
"Yeah, sure." I look up when I hear the words, and I see Andromeda staring at me with a stoic face, not believing a word of what I just said. Given my definitely red face and my hunched-over position, I can see why. "Whenever the little whore under the desk finishes, get her out of here and then we can have our meeting. I will be back after she goes." My brain kind of short circuits when I hear Andromeda's words, and not because she knew what was really going on. But because she just called her own daughter a little whore, and told her to essentially hurry up and get me off.
" I feel the motions on my cock suddenly cease, and I realise that just because Nymphadora's mouth was stuffed, that didn't mean her ears were. And she just heard her own mother call her a little whore. I just keep on staring at Andromeda, not daring to look down at her daughter for fear of what might happen, and Andromeda seeing my gaze, doesn't leave, finding it weird.
And then I feel a tapping on my leg, and when I ignore it, a hand reaches up and grabs my arm before pulling on it, and I can't help but look down like she wanted me to, and- my brain starts to melt. Because I am looking down at the face of Andromeda, her lips wrapped around my cock with my dick deep down her throat. And then, it triggers an influx in my brain, and I remember what happened last night. That somehow I had Nymphadora turn into her mother, and I fucked her silly. And now, the actual woman is right in front of me, her daughter looking exactly like her sucking on my dick.
"Fuck! I'm Coming!" I can't help but say, my hands coming down to grab tightly onto the top of Andromeda's head, keep her there as I start to spray my cum down her throat and into her belly, and I just keep staring down at her face, her eyes locked onto my own, maintaining eye contact. And then, when I am pretty much empty, I relax and lean back, and then I see the actual Andromeda looking on in shock, her eyes meeting mine. My dick starts to spew again, and I grunt as I shoot a few more down her daughter's throat.
I can only lay back in my chair as I stop functioning. Andromeda keeps on staring at me for a moment, her face flushed red before she suddenly turns and walks out of the room, closing the door behind her. I can't bring myself to do anything. It is only now that she has left the room that I realise that this is the first time I have ever cummed in front of her. The previous times she had only caught me after or during, but she had never witnessed me orgasming. I guess it was as weird for her as it was for me. No, scratch that. It was doubly weird for me. Especially since her literal clone, which is actually her daughter, has started rising, displaying her full naked self to me.
What the fuck is wrong with this girl? Why would she do that? Hell, why did she do it last night? Why did she transform into her mother and fuck me last night? Hell, how the fuck did I convince her to do it? Why the fuck am I still hard?