Amelia Bones Pt. 3

Fucking Amelia Bones is… an indescribable experience. There's the mental aspect of course, bringing a respected witch so low, making her his bitch, using her as he would a common street whore. That alone is enough to cause Harry to treat her more roughly, his hands lifting up and then coming down to blister Amelia's bottom red once he has a good pump going as he pistons his prick in and out of her needy little pussy.

But then there's the physical aspect. She's unlike any he's had before, save for perhaps the professors who started him on this path in the first place. Because, despite the fact that Amelia has raised Susan as her own, the older witch has never actually had children. She's not a MILF, even if she is certainly exceptionally fuckable.

There's a difference, between a mother and a mature, beautiful woman who is not one. It's not a bad difference, neither is truly less than the other at least in Harry's mind, but the difference is there nonetheless. And so, as Harry fucks Amelia Bones while she bends over to eat out her niece's creampied cunt, he groans loudly and frequently, enjoying the feel of the witch's tight pussy walls clinging to his cock as he forces his way deeper and deeper into her, until he's battering at the entrance to her womb itself.

Once he finds her cervix, Harry knows he can't stop until he penetrates it. His pride won't let him, hell, his lust won't let him either. Every fiber of his body wants to fuck Amelia's womb, and in the end, he gets there after a dozen powerful, battering thrusts. The witch's cervix falls before Harry's meaty ramming rod, and he forces his way into her womb, filling it with his thick prick in a way that has Amelia pulling back from her Susan's cunt all on her own this time, a loud cry leaving her throat as her eyes roll back in her heard and her back itself arches from the pleasure.

Fucking Amelia with this new depth, Harry grunts as he manages to sheathe every last inch of his massive member into her needy cunt, stretching her out more and more along his shaft as he pounds into her again and again and again. At the same time, Amelia's inner walls squeeze down as hard as they can around his length, massaging his member rhythmically as it pistons in and out of her.

She climaxes repeatedly from the constant barrage of thrusts, and that alone is enough to eventually bring Harry right over the edge. With a grunt, the young wizard finally cums inside of Amelia's needy little quim, her insides milking him of his release as he pumps his seed deep into her womb, just as he did with her niece right as she arrived.

Speaking of Susan, as Harry pulls out of his latest pet's creampied cunt, he watches as Susan slides her fingers through her aunt's hair, a wide, wicked grin on the younger witch's face as she makes eye contact with Harry. Moaning happily, Susan grinds her messy cunt into Amelia's mouth, undulating across the older witch's writhing tongue. Amelia is powerless to resist, and with Harry having fucked her into a right mess, it's no surprise that the Head of the DMLE falls to her knees between Susan's legs, continuing her work on the other's cunt as she rests against the side of the couch.

Harry enjoys the show for a little while, but eventually he clears his throat and gives a sharp whistle. To his immense pleasure, both of the Bones women now under his control are quick to respond to the whistle, each scrambling away from one another, Susan hopping down off the couch. In mere moments, the two witches, young and old, are on their knees before him, looking up at him expectantly, awaiting his commands.

Taking in the sight for a moment, simply enjoying the show, Harry lets out a pleased sigh.

"Good girls. We're not done yet though, now are we?"

Reaching down, he hooks his fingers into the collars around either of the witches' necks, Susan's being a bit bulkier than Amelia's, but in the end, their purpose is the exact same. When he pulls his fingers back, leashes magically unfurl from the two collars, stretching up into his hands. Now that he's holding his two pets by their leashes, Harry tugs slightly, and the pair move from their kneeling positions to their hands and knees as he directs them along.

They keep pace with him, even as the trio make their way to Harry's fire place, flooing back to Amelia's office at the DMLE Headquarters. The double doors to her office is of course spelled shut, locked up tight and silenced so that no one can hear anything going on in the room. But that doesn't suit Harry's purposes. No, that doesn't suit them at all.

Walking forward, Harry doesn't even have to make a show of waving a hand, given both of his are occupied, as he rips right through Amelia's magic, despite the witch's strength. The double doors blast open without any physical contact from him or the two naked beauties crawling at his feet. Those in the main office beyond, aurors all seated at their desks, look up with wide eyes at the sudden blast. Harry just smiles, exuding confidence as he steps out into the room, showing off just what he's turned the Head of their little Department into.

Before anyone can speak, Harry says the 'magic words', the same words he said back in the Great Hall with Susan. Of course, he's a little quieter about it now, not needing his voice to carry to hundreds of people in a massive auditorium-sized room.

"I claim Amelia Bones as my own. I have tamed this witch and made her mine. Her heart, her body, her mind, and her soul rest with me. Show them."

That last bit is directed to Amelia. The older witch is quick to move into position, kneeling once more as she takes his messy cock into her hands and then into her mouth as well. Harry stands there, naked just like his two pets as both the men and the women of the DMLE watch on, taking in the sight of their leader sucking him off with wide eyes. Harry doesn't blame them for their shock, but he also feels no guilt over showing them the truth.

Amelia's status needs to be known, from what he understands. If he tries to hide the fact that he's conquered her, then not only can she be fired, but she can also be arrested. Harry… doesn't really understand that law. It seems completely at odds with any logic or rationale he can think of. But then, so does much of the wizarding world when he puts his mind to it.

All in all, the fact that Amelia can stay in her position, the fact that she actually can't be removed from it if he claims her like this in public… is completely ridiculous and something that Harry is more than happy to exploit. Amelia Bones belongs to him now, as does her niece. And everyone in magical Britain will know it by the end of the day.

Still, having all these eyes on him and his toys, the men jealous of him and the women jealous of his pets… it makes Harry more than a little randy. Even if he's finished the announcement, he decides he's not quite done yet. After all, he's fucked Amelia's cunt, he's had her mouth… perhaps it's time to take the slut's last untouched hole.

Ah, but where to do it? Right here in the middle of the office's walkway? Or… as Harry's eyes sweep across the room, his gaze falls upon one witch in particular. Nymphadora Tonks is standing, leaning over her desk as she stares at what's happening between him and her boss. Her eyes are wide, her lips are parted, and her hair is switching colors so fast that he's surprised more of her comrades aren't distracted by it. It's certainly what drew his eye.

Still, it seems that Harry and Amelia are too exciting for anyone to look away. Hell, no one in the room has even tried to leave. Harry would have let them too, if they wanted to. But the wizards, all sporting bulges of varying sizes, can't seem to get enough of the sight of their female boss debasing herself before their eyes. And the witches, all squirming either in their seats or as they stand behind their desks, keep looking between Harry's face and what little of his cock isn't currently buried in Amelia's constantly-swallowing throat.

They want him. More than that, they want him to want them. They want to be claimed, even the married ones, drawn in by the feel of Harry's presence, that same presence that is currently pushing down on everyone in the room. His magical aura envelops the office in a way, his immense strength obvious to all of the wizards and witches arrayed before him.

And even though it's their duty to deal with dark wizards, to handle magical criminals, Harry is neither. Despite what he's doing being undoubtedly illegal in the mundane world, here… it's something that has long been accepted by magical society, though in recent decades with individual strength of magical beings slowly decreasing, save for a few such as him, Voldemort, and Dumbledore, it's not something that's happened very much anymore.

Now here it is, the past of the magical world, the natural order of things, come back and shoved in their faces. Considering Tonks and her desk for one moment more, Harry finally makes his move, pulling Amelia off of his cock and dragging her across the room. He doesn't even need to tug at Susan's leash to have the younger witch following behind on all fours as fast as she can. Once he arrives in front of Tonks' desk, it's the work of moments to lift Amelia up, once more by her hair, and push her over the desk, bending her over it in one easy move.

Tonks is pushed back into her chair by the move, finding herself face to face with her boss, who still has a fucked silly, lazy sort of expression on her face.

"M-Madam Bones…"

Looking up, Amelia takes in Tonks' bright red face and rapidly shifting hair color.

"A-Auror Tonks."

Her tone is breathless, and it's followed up by a squeal as Harry grins and brings down a hand on Amelia's up-turned ass, which every male in the room is now staring at hungrily, given it's quite visible with her finally off of her knees.

"Hey there, Nymphadora."

Harry's voice causes Tonks' eyes to snap up to meet his, and she blushes even deeper as she literally shrinks down an inch in her seat.

"Wotcher, H-Harry."

Almost as an afterthought, Harry cocks his head to the side, grinning wickedly as he kneads Amelia's ass cheeks with his hands, this time with a live audience.

"You don't mind if I call you Nymphadora, do you?"

Both of them know she's not going to say she does mind. In the end, Tonks says nothing at all as she shakes her head instead, refraining from speaking. Chuckling darkly, Harry steps away from Amelia for a moment, and nods his head to Susan.

"Go on pet, get your auntie's little asshole ready for this big fat cock, won't you?"

Susan's eyes widen only for a moment, before she brightens up considerably and crawls forward, rising up on her knees to stuff her face between Amelia's ass cheeks. The Head of the DMLE squeals once more, and she squirms a bit beneath Susan's tongue as the younger witch begins to give her a rim job right then and there. It's clean of course, Harry had already made sure of that with his magic. He could have also used magic to lube Amelia up, and he likely would before he penetrated her, but this was far more… enjoyable for him.

Standing there, stroking his hard cock as he watches Susan eat out her aunt's ass in front of everyone in the DMLE's main office, Harry smiles evilly, quite enjoying himself. Some of the aurors in the room have given up all sense of propriety at this point. But witches and wizards are both openly and not-so-openly touching themselves to the view now. Some have sat down and are doing it behind their desks, while others don't seem to have the good sense to hide their inappropriate behavior as their hands move towards their more sensitive areas, seemingly on auto-pilot.

Even Tonks is… well, she's not doing anything yet, probably because of the proximity. But she's certainly struggling to control herself as she gets a front row view of Amelia's face as it goes through a variety of expressions on account of the tongue buried in her tight little back door.

"It's okay Nymphadora. You don't have to hold yourself back."

Harry's words cut through the sound of Susan slurping and Amelia moaning. Tonks looks up at him again, as if surprised to be caught out, as if she thinks he can read her thoughts. Harry doesn't disabuse her of the notion, giving her a wide, knowing grin. And then a small nod, and that's all it takes. A moment later, Tonks is practically ripping at her clothes to get her hands on her own body, whimpering as she bites her lower lip and stuffs three fingers into her cunt while also groping one of her tits.

The metamorphmagus' hair finally settles on one color, a rosy red that seems to signify her lust as she enjoys the view. Smirking, Harry finally steps back into things, his fingers curling through Susan's locks. The young witch pulls away without him having to even force her, looking up at him expectantly as he moves into position behind her aunt's shaking, jiggling ass as Amelia's legs, turned to jelly by Susan's tongue, try to stay under her.

"Your aunt was kind enough to eat you out earlier after I filled you with my cream, Susan. Go ahead and do the same for her, won't you?"

There are gasps around the room as Harry fits his cockhead against Amelia Bones' wet sphincter. He adds a bit more lube to her tight asshole with his magic, and then he thrusts forward into her back door, filling Amelia with every last inch of his cock right then and there. His balls slap up against the beautiful older witch's creampied cunt a moment later, and when he pulls back, a kneeling Susan dives in to begin eating Amelia out, all while Harry starts to pound into Amelia from behind.

It feels spectacular, having an audience as he degrades and desecrates the esteemed witch right before their eyes. Something about knowing that all of Amelia's subordinates, all of the wizards and witches who looked up to her, are now looking down upon her for her weakness… it turns Harry on to no end. But even as he pounds into her ass with deep, powerful strokes from behind, Harry can't help but feel like something is missing.

In the end, he realizes what it is. His hand reaches out, and he grabs a fistful of Amelia's auburn hair. Pulling up, he forces the witch to arch her back as her head rises, her cries of pleasure and her loud, lewd moans filling the Main Office of the DMLE. But even that's not enough. Seeing Tonks staring into her boss' pleasured face, Harry grins as he leans forward and murmurs in her ear.

"Do you see what you've done, Amelia? Do you see the example you've set for dear Nymphadora here? Go on, slut. Apologize for your whorish behavior."

Shaking and spasming along his cock as she climaxes again and again, making Susan's job both easier and messier, Amelia moans and tries her damnedest to focus on the masturbating auror before her.

"I-I apologize, A-Auror Tonks…"

Tonks doesn't bother to give a reply, still nibbling at her lower lip as she squirms in her seat, clearly trying to align the timing of her pistoning fingers with Harry's thrusting prick. She's fucking herself in tandem with his cock forcing its way in and out of Amelia's stretched asshole, and a glance around the room shows that pretty much everyone watching is doing the same thing, almost instinctively. They're all mesmerized by the sight before him.

In that moment, Harry knows he could use his magic to turn this entire room into nothing more than his thralls. He can feel them, he can feel their souls. The young wizard wonders briefly if this is what Voldemort felt, once upon a time. Claiming witches was one thing. The soul magic that the Dark Lord had dabbled in was a whole other ballpark. It was what had gotten the powerful wizard labeled a criminal, at the end of the day.

Though of course, if Dumbledore hadn't been there to push for such things, Voldemort might very well have gotten away with it. Still, claiming and fucking witches to his heart's content was a far step down from dominating the souls of those around him, making them his slaves in every sense of the word, both men and women. They would be the start of an army that he would use to destroy the wizarding world that Dumbledore had built, an army that would potentially wash over the entire world, each one expanding his power more and more and more…

But no. Harry wouldn't go that far, at least not yet. Though he could, he does not enthrall every auror in the DMLE in that moment. Instead, he focuses his attention back on Amelia, on the way her ass clings to his cock, her body shaking and spasming before him. Tonks has given up all semblance of propriety now and is outright making out with her boss by this point. Harry enjoys the view, as the delicious metamorphmagus forces her tongue down Amelia's throat, her hands fisted in the older witch's auburn locks.

Chuckling darkly, Harry releases his own hold on Amelia's head, allowing Tonks to have the run of the woman's face, even as he focuses his attentions solely on her tightest hole. By this point, Susan has slurped up almost all of Harry's load as Amelia's frequent orgasms expelled it onto the younger witch's face. Now, she's slurping and sucking at Harry's ball sack, even as he fucks her aunt's ass with powerful, deep thrusts.

But he could go at it harder, he could go at it faster. Harry's hands once again come down on Amelia's ass, and the next thing anyone knows, he's jackhammering in and out of her back door with the speed of a man possessed. Susan ends up having to pull away from his rapidly bouncing nuts as he fucks her aunt hard enough to move Tonks' desk, jarring it with every pounding of Amelia's back door.

Susan watches from below, fingering herself to the sight of him ramming into Amelia with all his strength. Only then, as Amelia screams into Tonks' mouth, does Harry finally reach release. His cock pistoning in and out of the Head of the DMLE's asshole with rapid-fire precision, Harry lets out a victorious roar and then pulls out, just as he begins to cum.

His seed sprays all over Amelia and Tonks like a firehose, covering the older witch's back from the nape of her neck all the way to her ass. Tonks, meanwhile, gets a face full of Harry's seed, her eyes wide from around the side of Amelia's head for all of a moment before she's plastered with his cum as well. The young man has rather large loads of ejaculate at this point. In the end, Tonks' desk doesn't survive the resulting explosion, and even Susan ends up coated in the stuff as she, her aunt, and Tonks all slump down, panting heavily, catching their breath.

Harry enjoys the show for a moment, before he reaches out and forms the leashes once more, dragging both Bones women down onto their hands and knees at his side. His cock, even now, is still fully erect as he leads his toys back towards the open double doors of Amelia's office. Everyone in the DMLE watches them go, but Harry is most aware of Tonks staring after them.

He'd take her too, eventually. But not yet. For now, he'd leave her hanging. The ideas of what he could do with a shapeshifting slut did excite him though, and once he had Susan and Amelia back in the older witch's office, the doors closed and once more locked behind them, he made sure to take out all of his lust, his arousal, and his excitement on the two of them.

Needless to say, both enjoyed the experience very much.

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