Remus Lupin and Revelry in the Dark (ch.5)

It a slow late evening in the Auror Department at the Ministry of Magic, so Tonks felt quite safe as she walked towards her boss’ office. Most of the available strength of the Corps was busy combing through british countryside in search of Remus Lupin with the rest dealing with more routine matters.

Fools did not know that all of their movements were known to her Master and nothing they could do was capable of impeding Tonks’ Alpha.

Of course, even this was not the case and the office department was swarming with alert Aurors, Tonks would still have had to attempt her mission. The will of Remus Lupin was not to be denied.

Standing before the door of Amelia Bones’ office, Tonks took a deep breath, cleared her mind of all distractions, remembered her Master’s instructions and finally knocked on the door.

She didn’t have to wait for long, before she heard an irate voice reply.

“Enter.”

Feeling nervous and very conscious of the need to keep her hair colour steady and consistent, Tonks entered her official boss's office.

Tonks understood very well why a man like Remus Lupin would have an interest in a woman like Amelia Bones. Even disregarding things like her power and authority as well as her prestige as the Head of House Bones, Amelia Bones was a knockout of a woman.

Though barely 5 feet tall in heels, Amelia had a body that belied her past as a battle-hardened Auror. Even years after she left active duty, the mature redhead kept her body fit and toned, with small perky breasts and tight behind. Severe contours of her face did her no favours, but Tonks could imagine how wonderfully she would look like with an O-face that only a werewolf cock could evoke.

Amelia kept her auburn hair tied in a tight bun and strict glasses gave her a professional appearance that was just begging to be destroyed by a couple of mind-melting orgasms.

Tonks just barely resisted the urge to lick her lips. Morgana’s cunt, she hoped Master would let her watch as he brought the gorgeous head of DMLE under his heel.

Heat started to pool between her thighs, and it took conscious effort to keep her nipples from stiffening. This wasn’t some excited inexperienced Hogwarts’ student she was helping her Master capture. Amelia Bones was a veteran of the past war with long and storied record of taking down every dark wizard that tried to take her on.

Bamboozling her would be a feat, with great potential reward, accompanied by an even greater potential repercussions should she blow it. Tonks would be likely to be merely fired if Amelia caught even a hint of her intentions.

Miss Bones fixed Tonks with a stern look, pinning her in place. For a brief instant Tonks worried Amelia Bones had her figured out, but the fear passed by as quickly as it appeared.
“What do you have for me, Miss Tonks?” Amelia Bones asked, her voice calm, measured and stern.

“It’s about the hunt for Lupin, mam.” Tonks said. “We’ve been turning over every bush and boulder throughout the country with not a hide or hair of the werewolf. Merlin’s beard, we’ve discovered a couple of werewolves that hadn’t been on the Ministry registry, and still nothing on Lupin-”

“I am a very busy woman, Tonks.” Miss Bones interrupted Tonks, an irritated scowl on her face. “Unless you have something I don’t know to say, return to your work.”

Tonks’ eyes darted towards the old clock ticking away in the corner.

‘Where is that damn letter?’ She thought.

The atmosphere was steadily growing tenser as Miss Bones watched Tonks with mounting irritation.

“Well, I just thought perhaps a change in tactic is what we need? Instead of us chasing after his shadow, what if we made him come to us?” Tonks said slowly, stalling for time.

Amelia Bones raised an eyebrow, clearly curious.

“What do you have in mind?” She asked.

Tonks opened her mouth, her brain racing to come up with a plausible answer, but thankfully a familiar owl arrived just in time.

‘Saved by the hoot.’ Tonks thought as Amelia opened the letter.

Metamorphmagus watched her superior for a reaction and was not disappointed.

Several photos fell out of the envelope. It took Amelia one glance to see what was on them. Her face momentarily lost all colour, before flushing angry red. The change was so quick and drastic, for a moment Tonks thought the petite redhead to be a fellow metamorphmagus.

This wasn’t the case, of course. Amelia Bones was simply this shocked to see photos of her darling niece getting wrecked like a two bit whore by a very distinctive werewolf cock.

Tonks had never used her ability like that and she had to take some creative liberties regarding details of Susan Bones’ appearance she couldn’t gleam from a few photos Remus provided her. Still, watching Bonesy loose her mind at the thought of Remus Lupin making a slut out of her niece, Tonks felt pride in her work.

And she had certainly enjoyed making those pictures. Exhibitionism wasn’t her kink, but with Remus’ hard cock rammed into her tight little snatch, nothing was off the table. And there had been an undeniable thrill of having dirty bareback sex wearing an appearance of, by all accounts, a good and proper young woman like Susan Bones.

It seemed Amelia Bones was not as appreciative of Tonks’ talents. A sound halfway between a hiss and a growl burst out the older woman’s mouth as the top auror in Britain stood up with fire in her eyes.

Being five foot nothing, Amelia Bones shouldn’t have been an intimidating figure. And yet Tonks felt a cold shiver travel down her spine when the furious redhead turned her burning eyes from the letter to her.

For a moment, Amelia Bones regarded Tonks with narrowed eyes, seemingly weighing some decision.

“Miss Tonks, are you prepared for a fight?” She asked, forcefully keeping her voice calm and steady.

Tonks jumped to her feet, the very picture of an Auror eager and ready to serve the Queen and the country.

Or she would have been if in her haste she hadn’t knocked over her chair, which crashed onto the floor with a far too loud sound.

Tonks winced and this time there was no holding back the embarrassment from her face and out of her hair, which turned bright blue.

Thankfully Amelia Bones wasn’t paying attention to her subordinate.

She swept through the room and with a flick of her wand started a fire in the fireplace. A fistful of Floo Powder later and the bright emerald flames crackled merrily.

“Wand on the ready.” Amelia Bones commanded curtly. “Follow me. Boneyard!” She shouted as she stepped into the flames and disappeared.

Tonks swallowed. The plan just went off rails and Tonks could not help but feel apprehensive about it. They were supposed to apparate to the location outlined in the letter with Amelia Bones too furious and too worried for her niece to think straight.

Still, it wasn’t like Tonks could just refuse the command. It would draw so much suspicion her way.

Probably nothing too worrisome. Amelia Bones probably just wanted to surprise Remus by arriving through less obvious means to take him unawares.

Feeling calmer already, and looking forward to the feast of carnal delights waiting ahead, Tonks stepped into the flames and with a command that echoed Amelia’s, vanished into the tempest of emerald flames.

XxXxX

It was hard to wake up.

Her head feeling like it had been rung like a bell, Tonks blearily opened her eyes. In a span of seconds it took for her vision to focus and stop being so damn blurry several things became apparent to the turncloak Auror.
One, she was strung up, with chains around her wrists and ankles, keeping her bound to the x-shaped cross.

Two, she was naked. The cool air chilled her sensitive nipples making them stiffen.

Three, one very pissed of Amelia Bones had a wand levelled on her belly, an ominous crimson glow coming off its tip.

Tonks had been found out.

The werewolf slut swallowed nervously.

“Finally.” Amelia Bones spat. “I thought I would have to wait forever for you to wake up. Bitch.”

Yep, Amelia Bones knew about Tonks’ true allegiances. Still, what was that Slytherin motto? ‘Deny, deny, deny!’

“W-what’s going on?” Tonks exclaimed, proud of the notes of fear and confusion she managed to put into her voice. She was giving a perfomance of a lifetime here. “Lady Bones, what have you done to me?”

Tonks tugged on the manacles, but they held firm. Tonks had little trouble affecting desperation to her movements. Truth be told she was feeling quite nervous herself. Wherever they were, it wasn’t the agreed upon spot. Remus Lupin, Tonks’ master and her sole hope of getting out of this was unlikely to find her here.

“Oh spare me.” Amelia Bones scoffed. “You can try to feed your load of bollocks to someone else. Did you really think I wouldn’t figure you out?” The gaze of her amber eyes bore into Tonks’ with an unparallel intensity. “I know spending time with that mutt must have rotted your brain, but please don’t think I couldn’t figure out the blindingly obvious. Seriously, coming in just as I received those staged pictures….”

Amelia Bones shook her head in derision.

Tonks sighed.

“What gave it away?” She couldn’t help but ask. She was proud of her shapeshifting ability and to have it dismissed so easily rankled her pride.

Unexpectedly a tinge of pink coloured Amelia’s cheeks.

“My niece has that damn tramp stamp she got on a drunk bet.” She said. “And yet no matter how I looked I couldn’t see a hint of it on the photos.”

“I bet you looked closely.” Tonks leered at the older witch. “Enjoyed watching the sight of your niece getting pounded by werewolf cock?”

Fury twisted Amelia Bones’ face as she jabbed her wand between Tonks’ breasts.

“Now listen here you traitorous whore. If you don’t want dementors to introduce you to some extreme oral, I suggest you cooperate and tell me everything you know about Remus Lupin! Location, plans, other thralls?”

Tonks smiled cheekily at the enraged redhead and quickly assumed the form of Susan Bones.

“Oh auntie, Master’s cock is huge it stretches me out so wonderfully! Fuck, does it feel good to have my womb used as his cum bucket.” Tonks moaned out, enjoying the look of shock that briefly flashed across Amelia’s face.

Amelia Bones hadn’t been the head of DMLE for her pretty face. Quickly she brought herself under control, suppressing the rage she felt at seeing this trollop use her darling niece’s face.

“Luxurio!” Amelia Bones cast THAT spell, sending a torrent of mind breaking pleasure through the Tonks’ system.

A lesser known cousin of the Crucio spell, this one had the opposite effect.

Tonks heard a scream in the distance and only dimly knew that it was her own. Pleasure, the likes of which she had never known before, burned through her system, every muscle, every nerve, every cell alight with sensation.

The slutty metamoprhmagus didn’t even notice as she arched her back, straining dangerously against the chains that held her as she continously came, squirting feminine juices all over the floor.

Tonks, unable to hold on to any form, flashed through various disguises, her hair lengthening and curling, or getting shorter and straighter. Her form going from very petite to almost absurdly voluptuous and every shade between.

Better than any orgasm, more addictive than any drug, magical or mundane, this spell was a form of torture all on its own, because after every high there came an inevitable low.

Alas, Amelia Bones didn’t get the chance to take advantage of an addicts desperation.

Because suddenly a very familiar presence made itself known to her.

Amelia feels him before she sees or hears. The aura of wild, primal strenght washes over her, bringing long buried memories to the forefront of her mind. In spite of herself, Amelia feels her heartbeat accelerate, while her nipples stiffened and heat started to pool between her thighs.

Then she heard that damn voice.

“Using the spell I taught you, how nice.” Remus idly noted as he stepped into the shed, last vestiges of disillumination spells fading. He smiled that roguish smile of his at her, the one stole the breath of many a witch during their time at Hogwarts. “It’s good to see you are in good health, Amy.”

Faster than anyone can blink Amelia turned around and levelled her wand at the intruder and fired a stunner.

Crimson spell splattered uselessly against the wall of the shed, a good three feet away from Remus’ head.

Amelia could feel her hands shake, her knees tremble as feelings and sensations she thought long buried started rising to the surface. There was no hiding a blush on her face now.

“Well that’s rude.” Remus remarked nonchalantly. “And here I hoped we could catch up….reminisce about the old times.” His tone was suggestive and Amelia could see the bulge of his pants growing with every moment.

She swallowed, feeling her heart race. She….she thought she had put all of this behind when she fled this bastard’s presence all those years ago. Amelia thought she had grown into a much stronger woman.

In all fairness she had. And yet strong or weak, no woman could resist the carnal lure of Remus’ embrace.

Dimly, Amelia became aware of her knees hitting the ground as she dropped to her knees. Her wand fell with a clatter next to her.

Suddenly her clothes felt uncomfortably tight and restricting, suffocating her when all Amelia wanted was a gulp of fresh air.

“Please…” Amelia begged, her pussy weeping for the attention it had not felt in almost two decades.

Remus blinked, surprised by the sudden change. Momentary confusion gave way to the wide triumphant smile, that belied the wolf within.

“My, my. You have been gagging for this, haven’t you?” Remus asked with mock compassion as he stroked the side of Amelia’s face.

The redhead leaned into the touch, nuzzling Remus’ palm.

“Badly.” She breathed out, relieved to finally bare the feelings she had tried so hard to bury. “It has been so hard going about my life, empty of your love.” She looked up at him, her blue eyes blazing with lust that bordered on fanatical. “Please, master. Fuck me!” She moaned out.

Amelia saw her Master’s smile grow wider and wider, gaining more and more teeth, until there were too many for a human. Remus’ form rippled and shifted, powerful muscles rolling beneath his skin. Hair grew all over his body until it became fur, his muscles bulged with feral strength and his face lengthened into that of a canine.

Gone was the form of an ordinary man. Now a werewolf towered over Amelia.

“Bonesy is about to get fucked!” Tonks mewled in a sing-song voice, still high on magicly induced pleasure. With half lidded eyes she watched her Master bring his old bitch back to heel.

“Indeed.” Remus said in a surprisingly mild voice, before turning attention back to Amelia. “Assume the position, slut.”

Now his voice was a growl that sent shivers through Amelia’s body.

She turned around and gotten on her hands and knees, her shapely booty now displayed prominently for her Master’s convenience.

HWAP!

A moan of pleasure burst out Amelia’s mouth when Remus slapped his throbbing canine cock on her back.

It was too large, too thick and too powerful for a cunt of such short woman to contain. There was only one hole it was meant to plunder.

“This is the wrong hole!” Amelia screamed, pain and reluctant masochistic pleasure in her voice as Remus shoved his cock into her asshole, hastily cleaned and lubricated by a handy spell.

The petite redhead kicked her legs and writhed on the ground as Remus pushed his cock deeper into her sinfully tight ass. There was no stopping this sudden bout of painal.

Neither pleas nor threats nor sudden interruptions could prevent that.

That didn’t mean Amelia did not try.

“F-fuck, Master.” She grunted. “Please, this dirty slut of yours begs you to fuck her cunt. It’s yearning for your touch, for your mighty cock to stretch it wide and reshape it to better suit your manhood!”

Remus scoffed and grabbed the redhead’s hips tighter, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her buttocks.

“Don’t lie to me, bitch.” He said and slapped Amelia’s ass, his rough calloused palm leaving a bright red mark. “You love it, don’t deny it. A dirty masochistic slut like you loves nothing better than some rough anal loving.”

A shameful orgasm brought about more by pain than pleasure rocked Amelia’s body, making her arch her back, through her head back and scream her assent.

Nymphadora twisted and turned in her bonds, trying futilely to escape the chains. The spell-induced high had faded leaving behind a terrifying sense of emptiness. It was if void opened up inside of her, a yearning abyss that only more pleasure could possibly hope to fill.

And here Nymphadora was, watching her Master go to town on her boss, unable to do anything to get herself off. Her arms bound, her thighs spread wide by the chains, there was nothing she could do to stimulate her needy dripping pussy.

Helpless to relieve herself, Tonks could watch with tears of frustration as Remus Lupin rutted the tight little bitch. His throbbing red cock pistoned in and out of Amelia’s tight little sphincter.

Remus would pull out most of his cock, leaving only the head squeezed tight by her anal muscles, before driving the shaft back and slamming his hips into Amelia’s ass which was steadily growing redder and redder from the rough treatment.

Amelia’s voice had grown coarse from all the screaming and moaning and yet there was no shutting her up.

“Fuh-fuck me-ah!”

“Wreck me!”

“Ruin my tight little arse for all other cocks!”

With a fucked silly expression on her face, Amelia pushed her hips back eagerly accepting the anal plundering.

Her Master’s hands were likewise busy. Remus played with his bitch’s body masterfully, squeezing and pinching and slapping Amelia’s tits. Flicking her nipples produced most delightful moans and yelps of pleasure out of cock-drunk Amelia.

Slowly the knot at the base of Remus’ cock swelled locking his penis deep in Amelia’s bowels. The redhead shortie howled in pleasure, helpless to do anything but claw at the floor, watched over by her subordinate.

Her anal muscles clenched around Remus’ prick, squeezing it tight, desperate to milk it.

With a growl of pleasure Remus grabbed Amelia by her throat, choking the bitch, making her gurgle as Remus flooded her ass with his hot cum.

The two women present moaned as one. Amelia – from pleasure, while Tonks from frustration at being unable to experience something similar.

Remus panted satisfied at having brought this piece back under control.

With the head of DMLE on his side, it was time to get his plans on the way.