A Broader World (Harry Potter/DC Universe)

After making sure he was presentable again first, a task made all the easier by magic, Harry left Hermione and Luna behind, a soft smile on his lips as the sounds of their moaning follow him on his way back to the wedding. By the time he departs, Hermione is on top of Luna, having her way with the eccentric young blonde while the vibrators buzz loudly inside both of them.
 
Just as Harry is getting back to the wedding however, his errant date shows up at his side out of nowhere.
 
“Harry! There you are~”
 
Blinking, Harry gives Tea a bright smile and chuckles.
 
“Here I am, I just got done-.”
 
But before he can finish his sentence, Galatea is pulling him along insistently, tugging at his arm. She must be holding back a lot of her strength to keep up appearances, because Harry barely even feels it.
 
“No time for that! Come on~”
 
Taking note of the incredible lust in his alien lover’s voice, Harry lifts an eyebrow but nevertheless lets her pull him along. They quickly move to the side and then away from the party again, this time into another part of the woods surrounding the wedding reception. As soon as she deems them far enough away, Galatea spins and pushes Harry up against the nearest tree, kissing him insistently.
 
It's a little strange, to be honest. Even now it feels a little like she’s holding back her strength. But then, to be fair, she always kind of has to, so Harry doesn’t think much of it. Of course, he probably SHOULD have caught on that something was amiss when she froze up at the way his tongue immediately invaded her mouth, turning the snogging session into a French kiss.
 
Normally, she’d be all for swapping spit, but this time Galatea seemed somewhat unnerved by his confidence. Still, Harry just got done fucking Hermione AND Luna. One might think that would have satisfied most men… but honestly, he could go again. He could definitely go again if the woman he was fucking was his blonde lover. The gorgeous white dress Tea had worn to the wedding, as much as it was a faux pas, left little to the imagination and enticed anyone who saw her in it.
 
Sliding his hands down to her ass, Harry grips and gropes tightly at her buttocks, even as ‘Galatea’ squeaks in surprise, writhing against him for a moment before going along with it. In truth, though Harry was still completely oblivious to the fact, this wasn’t Tea at all. This was one Nymphadora Tonks, Metamorphmagus extraordinaire.
 
Initially, the shapeshifting witch had only intended to use the opportunity to tease Harry a little bit. Like much of the feminine half of the Wizarding World, Tonks looked at Harry and saw a Big Damn Hero. And he was so humble too. But he deserved the title of Man-Who-Won in her book. Still, she also knew Harry Potter as the young wizard still trying to find his way in the world.
 
Her intentions had been to push things along between Harry and the gorgeous blonde date he’d brought with him tonight. If she snogged him for a little bit and then sent him back to the party with nothing more to show for it, then he’d almost certainly go looking for more once he found the real deal again. And judging by the way they’d been dancing before they’d swapped partners, the blonde was definitely interested in going further with Harry.
 
Except, Tonks was quickly beginning to realize that she’d made a massive oversight. She’s entirely underestimated the depth of Harry and this mysterious blonde’s relationship it seemed. Because Tonks had never seen the beautiful woman before tonight, she assumed that this ‘Galatea’ girl was a new entry into Harry’s life. Perhaps some sort of wizarding world model from another country that Tonks hadn’t heard of, trying to cash in on Harry’s fame, or even just drawn to his power like a moth to a flame.
 
Regardless, Tonks had been wrong, it was quickly becoming apparent. In her arrogance, she’d assumed that because she didn’t have a clue who this ‘Galatea’ was, that Harry barely knew the girl as well. That… that was obviously not the case at this point.
 
“Fuck, Tea. You’re insatiable.”
 
Tonks can only whimper as Harry turns them both around, pushing her up against the tree she’d just pushed him up against. When he lifts her off the ground a moment later, she gasps and shudders at the feel of his cock suddenly pressing against her midsection. Eyes wide, Tonks as Galatea stares down between the two of them at where Harry’s erection is on full display. Luckily, he’s too lost in his lust to notice her abject surprise at his size.
 
Very quickly, Tonks makes a point of shifting so that her cunt isn’t quite so… small when compared to his massive bitch-breaking member. She’s afraid that thing will break her in two if she doesn’t make such adjustments. At the same time that she’s hard at work, so is Harry, his hands hiking up her dress, but finding not panties, he just grins at her wickedly.
 
“I should have known you’d go commando.”
 
Tonks flushes at that, hastily offering a grin back even as she shifts between him and the tree. She’d gone commando because while she’d been able to transfigure her dress into an exact replica of Galatea’s skimpy white dress, she hadn’t known what was underneath, to be honest. So rather than guess and maybe get it wrong, she’d just… gone without.
 
I-It wasn’t because she expected things to get this hot and heavy this fast though! She’d never intended for things to go this far! But as Harry presses the head of his cock up against her dripping wet, bare-naked slit, Tonks knows that she’s too far gone to back out now. She can’t do anything but take what Harry is about to give her.
 
He drops her down onto his member a moment later without any prompting on her behalf whatsoever. All SHE’D done was kiss him. He was the one who’d turned a simple snogging session into a grope-and-fuck in just a couple minutes flat! And he was so fucking confident about it too! Even as Harry’s cock spreads open her already loosened cunt lips even further, even as he stretches her wider then she’d thought possible, Tonks realizes she gravely underestimated just how much growing up Harry had apparently done since she’d first met him.
 
As he begins to fuck her and Tonks moans in his blonde lover’s voice, Harry’s lust-filled grin turns a little… concerned. Then, he’s laughing a little, emerald eyes twinkling with mischief as he looks at her with a raised eyebrow.
 
“You know, Tea… I know you used the toys on Hermione, but I didn’t think you’d use them on yourself… you’re a lot less tight than usual.”
 
As he grunts that out, Tonks has to both process the casual name drop of Harry’s best friend and the Gryffindor Bookworm, along with the fact that she’s apparently too LOOSE for him. Her dignity as a woman on the line, her pride as a lover at stake, the metamorphmagus feels a jealous fire ignited inside of her, even as Harry continues to bounce her up and down on his cock, railing up into her with powerful thrusts as her stolen figure bounces and jiggles.
 
Perhaps if he’d been paying more attention, he’d realize he’s having more of an effect on ‘Galatea’s’ body then he’s ever had before. As feminine and gorgeous and imminently fuckable as she is, the Argoan Clone is also firm in a number of places that Tonks, not having perfect knowledge of Galatea, simply is not.
 
As such, her body gives under his hands and jiggles and bounces far more than Tea’s was if it were actually the Argoan in Tonks’ place. But Harry fails to notice this, far too focused on the sensation of Tonks’ imminently tightening pussy. Because as soon as she’d heard that her precautions regarding his size meant she was no longer measuring up to what he expected from his mysterious blonde lover, Tonks had decided she was going to blow Harry out of the water.
 
Her cunt becomes like a warm, wet, soft vice, but that’s not all. Given she has absolute control over her own body, both outside and in, the metamorphmagus begins to manually control her own cunt muscles. Even as she tightens up on Harry’s massive cock, drawing a grunt from him and a loud wanton moan from her, Tonks is already beginning to rhythmically massage up and down his cock with every last inch of her inner passage.
 
“Shit, Tea!”
 
Abruptly, Harry has to spin them around again, leaving him with his back against the tree once more as he uses it for support to keep from straight up falling over. Tonks clings to him in response, but she need not worry about falling back herself. His hands are on both of her buttocks, gripping tightly and holding on for dear life even as she wraps her arms around his neck, moaning wantonly.
 
Getting such a reaction out of Harry excited the shapeshifting witch to no end. Even if this wasn’t her original intention, she might as well enjoy herself right? She might as well make sure Harry enjoyed himself too! Grinning somewhat lasciviously, Tonks as Galatea begins to ride Harry as best she can, even as he continues to bounce her on his dick. He’s no longer moving his own hips, but his hands on her ass make that a non-issue.
 
Meanwhile, her cunt continues to rhythmically massage his cock the entire time… until ultimately, it starts to get too much for her. The first orgasm crashes over her like the tail end of a wave, and really, it’s no big deal. The orgasm shortly after that one is a bit of a surprise, given she’d just came, but Tonks weathers it too with no real issue.
 
Moaning, mewling, bouncing up and down on his big fat bitch breaker, Tonks struggles a bit more with the next ten orgasms. At some point though, Harry closes his eyes in concentration, savoring her sudden tightness. When he closes his eyes however… he starts getting into it. Like, REALLY getting into it. It’s then that Tonks begins to lose track of… everything.
 
It’s like by removing his sense of sight, Harry becomes laser-focused on fucking her into a mewling, squealing, shrieking mess. And ultimately, that’s exactly what he does. Bouncing her on his dick in a standing fuck, railing her from below as Tonks clings to him for dear life while wearing the stolen form of his mysterious girlfriend, Harry doesn’t let up for even a moment.
 
The metamorphmagus quickly discovers that the Man-Who-Won is better than any wizard she’s ever fucked before, be it back during her Hogwarts days or while training to become an Auror. Tonks was not exactly a prudish woman by any stretch of the imagination. She’d recognized in the last few years at Hogwarts that she had a REAL easy time of making male friends thanks to her powers. So yeah, she was a bit of a promiscuous slut. She got around.
 
But none of her past lovers could compare to what Harry brought to the table. Tonks had always just assumed it was a simple fact of life that every wizard she ever slept with would be lacking. Unless she could find another metamorphmagus, then her bed partners would always be lacking what she had, and her kind were rare to begin with.
 
But Harry wasn’t a metamorphmagus as far as she knew, and yet… and yet he was blowing her mind. Then and there, Tonks was discovering that there truly was men out there who could give her a run for her money. Or at least, there was one man. And he was fucking her into oblivion.
 
For the first time in Tonks’ life, she ends up losing control of her chosen form thanks to sexual gratification. Shrieking and squirting down the length of Harry’s cock over the course of dozens of orgasms, Tonks simply can’t hold onto her stolen figure any longer. Galatea melts away, and Tonks reverts back to her base form as Harry’s hammering continues.
 
The only thing she manages to maintain is her tightening, massaging cunt around his cock, leaving his eyes still closed in concentration, his mouth still open in a continuous groan as he fucks her and fucks her and fucks her. It’s only after Harry finally cums, which is long past the point where Tonks is coherent and not an unintelligible mess, that he finally opens his eyes again.
 
Thinking he’s just gotten done creampieing his blonde lover for the umpteenth time, Harry is understandably shocked to see the base form of one Nymphadora Tonks clinging to him instead, her eyes rolled up in her head and her head thrown back in utter ecstasy, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she sort of hangs there with her spine arched, barely holding onto him anymore.
 
“What the-?!”
 
Seeing Tonks’ blissed out face instead of Galatea smirking at him or some such causes Harry to immediately drop her to the ground in shock, his hands letting go of the insensate metamorphmagus like they were burnt or scalded by their very touch of her body.
 
It wasn’t like he was worried about Tea’s reaction to him cheating on her or anything, she was honestly so on board with him fucking other women that that had never been a concern. The blonde might get a little angry that Tonks had impersonated her though… and truth be told, Harry was just so surprised by the realization that it had been Tonks he’d been getting hot and heavy with all along that he doesn’t know what to do other than stand there staring down at her happy, blissed expression.
 
Which is why he doesn’t see it coming until after it happens, the hand whistling through the air and landing a harsh slap across his face.
 
SMACK!
 
Yelping, Harry looks up in wide-eyed shock… only to see one incredibly angry Ginny Weasley glaring at him with hurt and fury warring in her eyes.
 
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“Bad enough that you brought that blonde harlot here! But now I find you out here in the woods cheating on her with TONKS?! At my own brother’s wedding?!”
 
Harry blinks and opens his mouth to explain, but Ginny cuts him off before he can get a word in edgewise. It was rather obvious that she’d only come in at the tail end of this whole situation, whenever Tonks had been unable to keep up Galatea’s form any longer. She clearly hadn’t seen the metamorphmagus seduce him while wearing Tea’s face or anything that had happened from Harry’s point of view.
 
Or maybe she had and just didn’t care. Maybe she was just looking for a reason to be pissed off.
 
“I can’t believe you, Harry! Since when did you turn into such a… such a c-callous playboy!”
 
That was… a little uncalled for. But at the same time, Harry understood where the youngest Weasley was coming from, as hard as it was to admit it. He wasn’t perfect by any stretch of the imagination. In her defense, he DID dump her ‘for her own protection’ just a little while ago, only to show up right after Voldemort’s defeat with Tea on his arm.
 
In Ginny’s eyes, Galatea was probably just the ‘blonde bimbo’ that had stolen him away from her. She didn’t know any better, didn’t know all of the pertinent details. Put simply, the Weasley witch had reason for her wrath.
 
“What’s the matter, Harry?! Cat got your tongue now that someone finally called you out on your bullshit?!”
 
Harry frowns at that. All of that said, Ginny was still being rather hurtful. But before he can respond, she pushes him backwards onto his ass and yanks her dress off of her body, revealing all of her naked glory in one fell swoop that honestly leaves her speechless. Ginny Weasley… is not ugly by any stretch of the imagination.
 
She may not have an overly feminine body like some of the women he’s fucked. She certainly doesn’t have a pair of massive tits. Her and Luna are actually rather similar in body type… while also being entirely different. Because there’s one thing that Ginny has over Luna. She’s an athlete. Being a Quidditch Player definitely gives you a certain conditioning that can’t be beat.
 
Galatea might be tougher and stronger than Ginny, but Hermione certainly wasn’t. Where his best friend had a body that was made to be fucked, soft and feminine and glorious, Ginny’s body was lithe and sensuous. She was muscular, but not too muscular. And what she lacked in upper assets, she more than made up for down below with thicc thighs and a gorgeous derriere, albeit, Harry can only see the barest glimpses of said ass at the moment.
 
Still, he knows how good Ginny’s ass is because he’s seen it clad in Gryffindor Quidditch Leathers. He’s stared at it more than once when the witch has been walking or flying away from him. Ginny’s ass was, to put it simply, absolutely outstanding. Ginny herself was honestly pretty great too, as she stands there over him in all her naked glory.
 
Growling at his stupefied expression, either insulted by it or something else, Ginny drops down and grabs hold of his cock, which is still very much out of his pants. He’s about half hard as she begins to jerk up him and down, furiously jacking him off while snarling at him.
 
“Well, Harry?! How does that blonde bitch of yours compare to me, huh?! She certainly looked good enough in that white dress that she wore on my new sister-in-law’s big day! But I bet she’s not HALF the flyer I am!”
 
Harry croaks out a non-committal answer to that, ultimately unable to provide a true response. If only Ginny knew, she might not be so laser-focused on comparing herself to Harry’s alien lover. Galatea was so far out of her league it wasn’t funny. That didn’t make Ginny any lesser, really it didn’t, at least not in Harry’s eyes, but rather, Galatea is just plain MORE.
 
Still, his inability to actually articulate all of this when the athletic naked Quidditch Player is crouching in front of him and giving him an overly enthusiastic handjob doesn’t seem to sit well with her. Scowling, Ginny’s eyes flash.
 
“Fine! If you aren’t going to use your mouth to TALK to me, then I’ll put it to use in another way!”
 
With that, Ginny spins around and promptly sits her cunt down on his face. Harry blinks at that, even as his former girlfriend grinds away at his mouth, clearly intent on getting SOMETHING out of him, while still jerking his cock like it owed her money or something. Really though, while Ginny had at least some reason to be upset with him… this was just going too far.
 
His hands come up and latch onto Ginny’s absolutely gorgeous firm posterior in the same moment that the furious red head finally swallows the head of his cock in her mouth. As such, the noise of surprise that emits when he finally begins muff-diving her is mostly muffled by his own thick cockhead stretching out her lips and jaw.
 
He can tell she’s struggling with it, even as his tongue slides up deep into her cunt, writhing around in all the best ways. Ginny shakes and trembles, her tough girl façade already starting to crack. Because that’s all it is, in the end. She’s just a girl, just a young witch, even younger than him and Hermione, trying to make her way in the world.
 
He’d hurt her, and in her pain, she was lashing back out. Did that make her wrong? Did that make her right? Ultimately, it didn’t matter. Harry wasn’t about to let Ginny control the narrative any longer. And he certainly wasn’t the kind of man who just lay back and allowed himself to be sexually abused by an ex-girlfriend.
 
For her part, even with her façade in danger of falling to pieces immediately, Ginny was nothing if not competitive deep down inside. She always had been. So as Harry digs his fingers deeper into her ass cheeks and thrusts his tongue up further into her quivering quim, Ginny takes that as a challenge and begins to bob up and down his cock, which is now rock hard thanks to her mouth.
 
Her tongue slurps and sucks and she does her level best to swallow his dick and match him stroke for stroke. It’s undeniably the most aggressive, competitive sixty-nine that Harry has ever been part of, but if Ginny’s competitive, how do you think he is, having played as Seeker for all six of his years at Hogwarts?!
 
With a growl, Harry finally properly shuts the ginger bitch up when he manages to raise a leg up in the air over her head, and ultimately locks it in place behind her neck. As he reaches out and grabs his ankle with one hand to properly complete the lock, Ginny lets out a choked noise of surprise, her hands grabbing at his thighs and trying to push off to no avail as he begins to thrust upwards, face-fucking her on his big fat dick.
 
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
 
In retaliation, she tries to push down harder on his face, trying to respond by grinding her cunt onto his mouth more forcibly. But Harry just elongates his tongue and proceeds to drive it all the deeper into her sopping wet pussy, quite literally tongue-fucking her until she’s a squealing, shaking mess who can barely do anything but writhe and squirm atop his body.
 
He might be on the bottom, but from all of his experience with Tea, Harry knew full well that didn’t mean he couldn’t also be in control. That’s exactly what he ultimately does, taking control of the situation with Ginny, forcing her to deep-throat his member, pounding up into her esophagus and gullet with his cock, and eating out her cunt until she was shrieking and squealing and cumming all over his face.
 
As he laps up her squirting pussy juices, Harry feels himself getting closer and closer as well. All of the squirming, all of the screaming, it’s finally getting to him, the noise Ginny is making is sending reverberations down his length that are leaving his oh-so-full back sack positively TINGLING with anticipation.
 
In the end, he decides to ‘reward’ Ginny for her hard work by forcing her face all the way down his cock. His leg grinds her head down his length, until her nostrils are pressed up against his sweat-covered nuts. And then and only then does he cum right down her throat. The resulting deluge of white, hot, sticky jizz explodes out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth, something Harry knows because he feels it happening, feels her making a mess of his balls and crotch as she absolutely fails to swallow even half of his load.
 
The athletic young Quidditch player is left trembling atop him when he finally lets her up off of his cock, shivering and quivering from the experience. Harry pushes her off of him and onto her back, easily standing up and looking down at her. There are tear tracks on Ginny’s face as she stares up at him with wide eyes, still shivering, still spasming on the ground, her limbs splayed out and jerking all over the place.
 
Smirking at what he’s done to her, watching her muscles flex across her lithe body, Harry glances over as some movement catches his attention out of the corner of his eye. There, near the tree where he left her, Tonks sits with her back against the trunk, having finally recovered from her stupor. Clearly, she’d recovered during his exchange with Ginny, because when he looks at her, she’s masturbating, panting and breathing heavily, and it looks like she’s been doing so for much of his and Ginny’s exchange.
 
Harry knows what he wants to do. Maybe it’s not what he should do, but at this point… Ginny was asking for it. Quite literally, those eyes of her were beseeching in a way. Even as her body was shaking and trembling, even as her muscles and limbs were spasming out of her control, she was staring up at him, silently BEGGING him not to abandon her again.
 
Reaching down, Harry grabs Tonks by her naturally brown hair and yanks the metamorphmagus over to where Ginny is laying, tossing the Auror atop the younger witch almost contemptuously.
 
“Change back into Tea, Tonks.”
 
Without hesitation, Nymphadora obeys his order, acting like he’s her superior or something. Clearly, he’s had quite the effect on her already. As Ginny stares up into the face of the blonde who had effectively stolen him from her, Tonks reaches down and curls her fingers through Ginny’s shaking, trembling digits. She also hooks her feet around Ginny’s ankles and forcibly spreads her legs apart, effectively giving Harry access. Meanwhile, Harry kneels down between both of their splayed legs.
 
His cock slaps against both Tonks’ transformed cunt and Ginny’s sopping freshly eaten out pussy. As he starts to press the bulbous, large head of his bitch breaker of a prick into Ginny, Harry makes sure to make eye contact with the ginger witch from around Tonks’ blonde head.
 
“You want to know why Galatea is better than you, Ginny? Because she taught me how to deal with slags like you.”
 
Ginny’s eyes widen, but Harry slams home into her a moment later, effectively cutting off any response she might have given. Hilting inside of her with every last inch of his cock, it’s Ginny’s turn to be rendered speechless, noncommittal, and altogether incoherent as he begins to rail her with his massive shaft.
 
This was what she wanted, and Harry… Harry was inclined to give her what she wanted. But it would be his way. He would not be fucking taken to task for saving a suffering alien woman, nor for falling in love with her, nor for saving Ginny and her entire family’s lives along with the rest of the Wizarding World when he and Tea dealt with Voldemort and his followers.
 
No, fuck that. Harry would give Ginny exactly what she wanted. And by the time he was done, they would find out if she still remotely wanted it.
 
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“Look at you. Can’t even handle half of my lover’s cock.”
 
Ginny’s eyes bulge out of her head as she gasps and moans beneath Tonks’ transformed figure. The metamorphmagus, meanwhile, has taken to roleplaying Galatea with a gusto, and honestly, Harry is a little nonplussed by just how GOOD Tonks is doing with the role. As far as he knows, she and Tea have never even actually had a real conversation with one another, but that’s not stopping Tonks from taking what little she does know, like Tea’s choice to wear white to another woman’s wedding and running with it. The haughtiness is pretty damn fitting, and the smugness on Harry’s behalf kind of makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
 
“T-That’s only HALF?!”
 
Ginny, meanwhile, is already at her limits it seems. Unfortunately for her, Harry is far from done with her. Slamming into her gushing wet, clenching, squeezing twat again and again, he snorts derisively. Poor Ginny… she’d be one of the hottest lays he could have ever had, with one of the tightest pussies he’d ever been in… but unfortunately for her, Harry had had his eyes opened to the wider world.
 
He’d also just had his cock rhythmically massaged and effectively pampered by Tonks’ tight metamorphmagus cunny, so honestly, as athletic and well-muscled as Ginny was, she just couldn’t match up. Not to Galatea’s power, nor even Tonks’.
 
Chuckling at the ginger witch’s exclamation of surprise, Harry decides it’s about time to up the ante. He’s been fucking Ginny for a couple of minutes at this point, so he figures she can probably take it. Pulling back again, he thrusts forward once more… but this time, he puts more oomph into it. As a result, his cock spears forth even further into Ginny’s hot, tight depths. He forces more of her clenching inner passage to open up to him, forcing a good three-fourths of his cock into her this time. He finally hits her cervix too, causing her to scream and squeal.
 
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!”
 
Tonks, continuing to play her role as Galatea, just giggles down at the ginger witch, running her hands across Ginny’s face and darting in to steal kisses here and there. She runs her tongue and lips across Ginny’s jawline whenever the red head has something to say though, before usually responding to Ginny with some derisive comment. This time is no different.
 
“And to think, you thought you deserved Harry. You can’t even give him what he truly needs. I can. I can take every last inch of his big fat cock up my fucking twat. Can you say the same, you little bitch?”
 
“P-Please…”
 
Even as Ginny trembles beneath Tonks, Harry raises an eyebrow at that. That had sounded a lot less like Tonks playing as Galatea, and more like Tonks being Tonks. Was the metamorphmagus proud of how she’d taken every last inch of his massive member up her shapeshifting cunt? Had she forgotten that she’d tricked him into fucking her in the first place?
 
Snorting derisively, Harry reaches up and slaps both hands palm down on Tonks’ massive behind. It’s not nearly as firm as Galatea’s would actually be, but then to be fair, the shapeshifting witch had no way of knowing about Tea’s alien origins or physiology. Sinking his fingers into the fat ass in front of him, he digs in even as he fucks Ginny harder and faster than before.
 
Whatever the youngest Weasley might have wanted to say next is ultimately lost to time. As Harry begins to batter down the entrance of her cunt, hatefucking her harder and faster by the moment, all comprehensible speech leaves the ginger witch. Instead, she’s reduced to squealing and shrieking, to moaning and mewling, to yelping and screaming as he fucks her and fucks her… and finally slams home into her womb itself.
 
Earning the second part of its title as a ‘womb fucker’ as well as a ‘bitch breaker’, Harry’s cock finally batters down the athletic Quidditch player’s cervix, and as Tonks looks back with Galatea’s eyes, they widen at the sight of his entire dick finally disappearing into Ginny’s poor abused twat. For her part, Ginny very nearly bites her tongue as her teeth clack down on each other, her eyes rolling back in her head. She’s very nearly foaming at the mouth as she bucks and shakes and spasms beneath Tonks on the end of Harry’s cock.
 
It’s obvious at this point that Ginny has broken on his dick. She’ll probably recover, to be fair, but for the time being, it’s almost not even fun to keep fucking her, not when she’s no longer remotely coherent. So, Harry finishes, not even bothering to pull out as he cums inside of her. Perhaps it’s wrong, perhaps he should be asking for consent… but he’s having a hard time caring at this point.
 
It might seem innocuous, and Harry certainly doesn’t realize it, but this is a bit of a turning point for the young man. He’s been pent up for so long, and while meeting Tea and everything that had happened since he’d saved her had helped to loosen the valve, it’s not until now that anything has actually been allowed to properly… release.
 
Before Galatea, the women in Harry’s life had treated him like nothing more than a fragile little boy. Ultimately, he’d been traumatized and abused from an early age, and in a way, once he’d been introduced to the wizarding world, he’d acted something like an injured puppy, limping along, afraid of where the next blow would come from. And in all fairness, there had been more blows. Harry’s time at Hogwarts and in the Wizarding World hadn’t been all sunshine and roses. If nothing else, it’d only shown the abused young man that he hadn’t escaped his abusers, not one bit.
 
But now, with Tea backing him, with her bolstering his confidence… learning how Hermione really was, turning Cheetah into their pet, having a blowout threesome with Zatanna and Rosmerta… Harry was finally finding his inner strength. He was finally finding his confidence.
 
As such, when he pulls out of Ginny, Harry’s hands don’t leave Tonks’ ass, not even for a second. He growls and when the metamorphmagus looks back at him wearing Tea’s face, his grin is a savage one.
 
“Don’t think I forgot about you, Tonks. Don’t think I forgot about what you did.”
 
For a moment, Tonks pales. Which looks rather hilarious on Galatea’s features, because he’s never seen the alien woman afraid before. But then she turns coy and sultry, and bats her eyelashes at him as she moans beneath him.
 
“Oooh~ I’m so sorry daddy. Do I need to be punished?”
 
It’s… so very at odds with Tea’s personality that Harry bursts out laughing rather than being turned on. Tonks as Galatea looks rather put out when he finally calms down enough to shake his head and chuckle at her.
 
“If you want to go with that, you’d be better off impersonating Hermione. SHE’S the sub, after all.”
 
Once again, the shapeshifting witch’s eyes widen in shock. But she’s adaptable if nothing else, and a moment later he’s holding Hermione’s ass in his hands as the brunette bookworm bites her lower lip and stares up at him with soulful puppy dog eyes. If he hadn’t left Hermione with Luna, if he hadn’t seen the change right in front of his eyes, Harry probably would have been fooled, just like he had been by Tonks’ initial portrayal of Tea.
 
Growling, Harry spreads Tonks’ ass cheeks apart and spears forward with every last inch of his cock before she has a chance to react or respond. As expected, this results in an incredibly tight, incredibly unprepared asshole giving away before his massive bitch breaker as Tonks screams hoarsely in Hermione’s voice.
 
The metamorphmagus is able to adjust a moment later, to be fair, but Harry doesn’t let up. Even as she’s adjusting her sphincter to better accommodate his size, he’s fucking into her with fast-paced, violent thrusts, hatefucking her back door just as hard as he fucked Ginny’s twat, with only the combined juices of the ginger bitch and his own cum acting as lubricant.
 
As Tonks is the one left squealing and shrieking, Ginny’s voice croaks out from beneath her, raspy from overuse.
 
“You and… H-Hermione? But… w-what about Ron?”
 
Looking past the metamorphmagus he’s currently butt-fucking and down into Ginny’s tired eyes, watching as the ginger continues to twitch and quiver and spasm from the over-exertion he’s put her through, Harry just smiles a not-so-nice-smile.
 
“I love Ron like he’s my brother, Gin. But he can be such a fucking bullheaded idiot sometimes. He seems to think he’s entitled to Hermione… but I’ll tell you this now… she’s already chosen, and it’s not him.”
 
Ginny doesn’t have a response to that, so Harry continues on, even as he’s fucking into Tonks all the harder, all the faster, making the shapeshifter re-arrange the entirety of her bowels to properly handle him. She’s still unbelievably tight at least, but at the same time, her anal passage has clearly lengthened to accommodate for his massive cock, allowing him to piston in and out of her without any resistance.
 
“Did you miss me leaving the dance floor with Hermione back there? I had to take her out of there, because in spite of how it might have looked, she wasn’t distressed over Ron abandoning her for MY gorgeous date. She was distressed because before we all came to the wedding, Galatea shoved vibrators up her cunt and ass and then during the reception, turned them up to max and left them there.”
 
It feels good to be honest with someone. Anyone. So, Harry continues on, grinning savagely down at Ginny’s pale face even as Tonks as Hermione continues to shriek and squeal like a stuck pig from the anal pounding he’s giving her on top of the ginger witch.
 
“And you know who followed us out and discovered us while I was fucking Hermione to calm her down? Your friend, Luna Lovegood. She was a tasty little treat. The perfect additional morsel to the main course Hermione provided.”
 
Ginny’s breath hitches and her pupils dilate a little bit at the sudden mental image of Harry fucking both Hermione and Luna at once. But its Tonks who has an even better reaction, in his opinion. Right before his eyes, right beneath his tightly gripping hands, the gorgeous shapeshifter suddenly… shifts shapes again, transforming right before their eyes from Hermione to Luna. As if the mere mention of what he’d done with the real version had caused Tonks to switch forms in the midst of her over-pleasured anal ecstasy.
 
Leaving Ginny staring up into the face of her blonde, spacey, eccentric friend as Harry continues to fuck Tonks from behind, ultimately uncaring just who exactly she wants to pretend to be. Gritting his teeth, he bares them at Ginny as he looms over them both, effectively lunging forward now with every thrust he makes into Tonks’ pale little behind, which is much smaller and more petite now that she’s impersonating Luna.
 
Ginny’s face is in ruins at this point, from being forced to deep-throat his cock, to his cum exploding out of her nostrils and mouth, to all the squealing and screaming she’d done while he fucked her. Even with the magic that all witches used to make sure their makeup and what not stayed pristine, Ginny looks like an utter mess.
 
She stares up at him with those beautiful blue eyes imploringly through that mess… but Harry honestly feels nothing. He knows he’s completely changed their dynamic tonight. But Ginny tossed out any chance that they could have just been friends when she started to get sexually violent with him. She awoke something within him, and now… now he wasn’t sure he could stop. He wasn’t sure he wanted to stop.
 
“H-Harry please… t-this isn’t you. This how you would a-act as my brother’s wedding!”
 
Snorting derisively, sneering down at her, Harry just laughs as he continues to fuck Tonks’ ass to his heart’s content.
 
“If I could, if I had her in front of me right now, I’d fuck Fleur herself! The bride could do with a real man!”
 
As Ginny’s eyes widen at his words, Tonks once again reacts in a most interesting way… and quite suddenly, he IS fucking Fleur… or at least a facsimile of the drop-dead gorgeous veela. Suddenly holding the bride of the evening’s ass in his hands, Harry groans at the opportunity it represents, and even though its not the real Fleur and he KNOWS it’s not the real Fleur, Harry tips over the edge anyways.
 
Pulling out at the last second, he cums all over the two mind-fucked women, covering them in a hot mess of his splooge. He doesn’t spare either of them, making sure that his seed splatters across Ginny’s face and Tonks’ back in equal measure. Only once he’s finally done cumming does Harry pull back and rest a little, panting heavily.
 
It wasn’t all that much, but it really had been nonstop since he’d had to drag Hermione away from the dance floor in order to take care of her. First Hermione and Luna, now Ginny and Tonks. Was every girl he’d ever known before Tea going to crawl out of the wood works tonight in order to get his attention and a taste of his cock.
 
Of course, judging by what he’d done to Ginny, sometimes the cock proved to be far, far too much for any one witch to handle.
 
As Harry rests and both Ginny and Tonks practically pass out atop one another, there’s the sudden sound of clapping that fills the clearing. For a heart stopping moment, Harry thinks he’s actually been caught by someone who he might not be able to dick down to make quiet. In a way, he’s right… but at the same time, he really doesn’t need to worry.
 
Whipping his head around, Harry makes eye contact with Galatea… the REAL Galatea, even as she smiles at him wickedly. How long she’s been there, he can’t even begin to guess. Had she heard his entire speech? She’d at least been there long enough to set up, because she’s not alone, nor has she been idle from the look of things.
 
Harry can only stare blankly at the sight of Galatea grinding her cunt down onto not one, but two different blonde witches’ faces as they both lay beneath her, trapped in her leglock but also enthusiastically participating, if the way their fingers are working at their respective cunts are any indication. Opening his mouth, Harry realizes he doesn’t have anything to actually say. Galatea has struck him speechless.
 
One thing is for sure though, it’s abundantly obvious that this wedding reception is FAR from over.