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A/N: This chapter is Rated M language, lots of sex and adult situations.
I really have enjoyed most of the reviews so far. I really expected a more negative reaction. (This is not my strong suit as a writer, and the challenge was more because I hated the notion than anything else. If you can't write what you don't like, you really have boxed yourself in creatively.)
CHAPTER TEN: NYMPHADORA
MONDAY, JUNE 24, 1996. Potter Manor.
"So that means you're my c-conubine?" Harry asked.
"Not yet," Tonks said. "Not until we bond."
"How - how do we do that?"
"Same way as the first time," Hermione answered. "You have to claim her as your concubine, then order her to suck you off and have sex with you and once that's done, she's bonded. Every transfer is a kind of re-enactment of the first breaking."
"Oh," Tonks almost purred, "it definitely won't be anything like my first bonding."
The two teens looked at her.
"For one thing, I'm three inches taller than I was then. And these 38D's could never fit into my old training bra."
Hermione's jaw dropped in shock. "When were you first bonded? How old were you?"
"It was the night I got home from my Second Year," Tonks replied. "It was about three weeks before my thirteenth birthday."
"But that's not possible! Sirius only escaped three years ago!"
"Obviously, Sirius didn't break me in," Tonks deadpanned.
"Who did?"
"Break you in?" Harry added confused.
"The first time a witch is bonded to a Master as a Concubine, they call the bonding rite 'breaking in the witch.' In many cases, as in mine, the young witch has never been with a man before. I hadn't even learned about that stuff yet. I thought witch Concubines were fictional. Needless to say, it was terrifying."
"Who? How?"
"Why?" Hermione added. "How did you become a concubine?"
"Ladies first," Tonks smirled. "It was not until years later after Sirius escaped capture that I learned how I became what I am. I assumed my father sold me for some reason. But I did not know when or why or anything. Even though I continued to live with them after I was bound, I could not ask him and he never said why this happened to me.
"I was sold as a futures contract in March of 1974, three months before I was even born and just a few days before Sirius's fourteenth birthday. My father had gotten into debt and sold me to pay it off. I was sold to Sirius's father. It was at about that time that the then Lord Black also bought Mallory. Mallory and I were presents for Sirius's fourteenth birthday. Of course, I would not be of bonding age for some time. I guess Sirius's dad bought me - well - in part to stick it to my dad for marrying my Mum and in part because by the time I reached bonding age, he thought his son might have tired of Mallory."
"That's so wrong," Hermione thought aloud.
"Mallory is older than Sirius," Tonks shrugged. "Orion Black gave her to Sirius the Saturday after his fourteenth birthday. He also gave his son and heir the Interest in Title to me and a flat in Hogsmeade where Sirius could enjoy his new toy away from Prefects and Faculty at school. At the time, Sirius was a Third Year and Mallory a Sixth Year."
"That still doesn't explain," Harry began.
"After a few months of enjoying Mallory's company," Tonks continued, "he decided to let a couple of his friends in on the fun. Remus and James were given permission to Sirius's concubines."
"James, as in my father?" Harry asked in disbelief.
Tonks nodded. "James and Remus were regulars for years. James stopped when he became boned with your mother. Remus, however, continued to enjoy Mallory for a time."
"Why?" Hermione asked.
"He's a werewolf. No witch will have him. Even if one wanted to, the law forbids him to marry or have children. His - er - physical needs as a man restrict him to Muggles, female werewolves or being allowed access to a concubine."
"And what about Pettigrew?"
"As far as I know, Pettigrew knew nothing about Mallory or his friends nighttime rendezvous with her at school. At least with this dirty little secret, he could not be trusted."
"Would have done us a world of good if that lack of trust extended to more than just concubines," Harry complained.
"Indeed. Anyway, Remus continued to enjoy access to Mallory for a few more years. Sirius withdrew his permission a few months before he was sent off to Azkaban."
"Why?"
"Sirius knew he was in love with her and wanted to have children with her.
"Anyway, Remus knew that there was another out there. He also knew she was too young. The Interest in Title was in a drawer in a desk in the house Remus and Sirius shared here on the Potter Estate. The contract lacked the name of the girl and it would only appear when the girl reached bonding age. Remus lived here for a long time after everything happened. So, once a month or so he'd check the contract. Finally, in the spring of 1987, there was my name on the parchment. He knew he could now summon me."
"It was the Saturday after I returned home for the summer holidays following my second year when it happened. I was in my room and dressed for bed that night when I suddenly found myself somewhere else. I was terrified! There I was in another bedroom with a man at least twice my age. He was good looking and had a kind face, but still. I screamed and wanted to run for it but could not move.
"It was Remus. He knew my name, which scared me even more because I never met him before. He told me his and then told me I was a slave. I knew what that was and refused to believe him. He told me the slave rules, but allowed me to talk. I still refused to believe. He told me to undress. I wanted to say no! I wanted to refuse. I stripped. I stood there, naked. He walked around me with a smile. He asked how old I was. I told him. He asked if I was a virgin. I was and told him. He asked if I had kissed a boy before. I had not and told him. He then told me he was going to kiss me.
"I didn't want him to, but I couldn't move! I was shorter then by about foot. He seemed to tower over me then. He put his hands on my bare back and pulled me to him. I could feel the bulge in his pants, although I didn't know what it was - my parents had yet to talk to me about those things. He told me to look at him and I did even though I didn't want to. He kissed me on the lips. My mind wanted him to stop. He told me to kiss back. My mind didn't want to. My body kissed him back. He picked me up by the waist so I was eye level with him. He told me to put my arms around his neck. My body complied. Wrap my legs around his waist. Mind screams no! Body complied. One of his hands held and caressed my bum, the other my back. He told me to kiss him. Mind NO! Lips YES! He told me to let him stick his tongue in my mouth and to do the same to him. Mind Eeew! Body complied. We snogged like that for a while. I couldn't stop! He did and asked me if I wanted more? Mind NO! Body and voice YES!
"Moments later, he was sitting on the bed and told me to sit on his lap with my back to him. I was terrified but complied. His hands began rubbing my belly, sides and thighs slowly. He kissed my neck, shoulders and cheeks. He asked if I wanted more. My mouth said yes. My body leaned my head back to allow him to kiss my lips. As his tongue soon entered to find mine waiting, his hands touched my breasts. My mind screamed in terror, my body moaned in pleasure as he gently played with my budding breasts and nipples. More? Mind NO! Body begged him. His right hand spread my legs wide apart. My body and voice begged him for more! I was dripping. His fingers touched me! Mind went into overdrive wanting it all to end, voice begged him for more and more and more. I could feel something building, something my mind did not want but my body and voice begged to have. He slipped a finger into me! I begged him for more. He slipped a second one in and I came! I begged him not to stop as I came! He left me panting and spent as he placed me on the bed.
"He stood and looked at me. He wanted to know if I wanted more. Mind NO. I asked his if there was more. There was, he told me. I begged him for more. He told me to lay back on the bed and spread my legs. My body complied. He then lay on top of me, gently. I felt that bulge again. He kissed me! Snogged me senseless and every time he broke the kiss my voice begged for more. He was sucking my new breasts. I was moaning and begging for more. His kisses moved down my body. MORE! His tongue and lips found my pussy. MORE! I couldn't think any more. I wanted more! MORE! My hips thrust his face. I was in heaven and then - HUGE ORGASM!
"When I opened my eyes, he had gotten off the bed. He was looking at me. He asked me if I enjoyed that. My mind was crying. My face smiled. My voice told him I did. Did he make me happy? Yes! Did he make me feel pretty? YES! Did I want more? GODS YES, PLEASE? Did I want to make him feel happy too? Can I? Yes! He told me to sit on the edge of the bed. I did. He told me to pull down his pants. Mind - NO WAY. Body? I was soon staring at that bulge. I never had seen a cock before. I thought it was HUGE! To be honest, Harry's is bigger.
"He told me to touch it. I did. Stroke it. I did. Lick it and stroke his balls. I did. Mind wanted nothing to do with this. Body begged him for more and mouth told him, pleaded with him to let me make him happy. Take him into my mouth! No teeth. Lips and tongue. In and out but not all the way out! Deeper, deeper! Deeper until he was all the way in and out. Faster. I did all that. I knew nothing about what I was doing to him or what the result was. He told me I was beautiful and wonderful! He gave me no warning and came in my mouth. I almost gagged, but I kept sucking until there was nothing left of his come or his erection and he told me to stop. Without being told, after I let his cock go, I kissed it and said goodnight.
"He told me I could wake it up if I wanted more. Body did. How? He gave me ideas. He asked if I wanted it inside of me. It was before? No the place that makes you feel good. Mind NO! Body yes! Voice begged him like I used to beg Mum for candy. He was soon hard. He warned me it might hurt. Don't care, I told him. I told him I wanted all of him in me NOW! He was over me and I grabbed his cock and pulled it to me. It DID hurt and I screamed! But voice said MORE! The pain soon went away and I had two orgasms before he finally came in me. As he lay on top, mind said RAPE. My voice asked if we could please, please, please do it again. We did. Three more times. He then sent me home and promised MORE later.
"My mind and body cried to sleep that night. But I did want more. We has sex the next night, and next and next and I stopped caring about the fact that it was wrong. For the next several years, I sucked and fucked him every day except the days around his werewolf time - which I knew nothing about - or when he was out doing something for Dumbledore, which was not too often. I loved fucking him and sucking him off repeatedly.
"I looked forward to it. I masturbated dreaming about it, even though I knew I'd be getting laid only hours later. I even masturbated in class!"
"No way!" Hermione said.
"I did. He worked out a way to get me from school every night and most weekends. We had a pre-arranged time when I would go to the loo and he would summon me for his pleasure and I had a way to let him know it there was an issue - like overdue homework or detention or such. Still, I got shagged a lot! I lived for his cock! It's a slave thing. I soon didn't care that I was a slave."
"It's a wonder you got any studying done," Hermione said.
"Oh, but I did. I also had a wonderful tutor who helped me stay ahead in classes."
"Who?"
"Remus, of course. Learned loads from him. Probably would not have been able to become an Auror without the tutoring he gave me, especially in potions."
"Potions?" Harry asked. "But he taught defense."
"There are few courses at Hogwarts he's not capable of teaching effectively. Defense is his strongest, but he also has earned certifications in Potions, Charms, Transfiguration, Arithrmancy and Runes."
"Then why was it Snape who made his Wolvesbane Potion."
"Remus could make it," Tonks admitted. "But Snape has access to the ingredients. As a Were, Remus cannot legally purchase certain restricted potions ingredients, including the key ingredients in that potion and Snape, of course, is not one to just give them away. Remus and I believe it was Snape being the vindictive prat he is."
"Oh."
"In addition to being his pecker playpen, I also helped Remus with this various projects as often as I could. While I was still in school, this was mostly research and double checking his own research. After I left and entered the Ministry, I was stealing copies of classified Ministry documents for him and later for Sirius."
"What projects?" Harry asked. "What documents."
"When I was first bonded, Remus was working with your grandfather and had been for years. Remus knew you and your sister were supposed to go to him if your parents, Sirius and the Longbottoms could not take you and that your Grandfather was to be your magical guardian if Sirius was unavailable and of course this had not happened.
"He was trying to find you, your sister, and the copy of your father's real Will that Sirius had hidden somewhere for safe keeping. He also was researching the laws about adoption, wills and guardianships to find out what if anything could be done. Until I started training as an Auror, he had done almost all he could have done and was left to scouring the country in hopes of getting lucky and bumping into you or your sister. Once I started training as an Auror, I learned about the Ministry Archives and once I became an Auror, I could search those archives and copy documents without being questioned. That's how we got a copy of the false will. It was also from those archives that we learned that Sirius had been imprisoned without a trial and had never been tried.
"That was odd, because after Voldemort was defeated the first time, all the Death Eaters in custody who had not been tried were. All but one. All but Sirius.
"When Sirius escaped from prison, we didn't know what to think. But, it was the reason Remus accepted the position at Hogwarts as whatever was happening probably had something to do with Harry and we then knew Harry was a student. We also hoped we could find out where Harry was living when he was not at school.
"Funny thing that year was."
"How so?"
"Everybody was looking for Sirius. The Ministry, Dumbledore, Remus, we all were looking for him. Yet Remus and I never thought to look in the obvious place."
"Where?"
"Here. Sirius spent that year here at the Estate when he was not out looking for you and Peter Pettigrew. He and Mallory were living in the same house here that they had lived in before it all happened and Remus and I knew that house quite well. It's where Remus lived right up until your grandparents died and its where I came to be with him when he first summoned me.
"We didn't know what to think about Sirius. Everyone believed he was guilty and was a mad killer. But we had learned that he had never been tried and didn't know what to think. I spent a lot of time in the Archives looking for answers and found some documents that suggested all was not as it seemed. Still, until Remus and Sirius finally met, until you two finally exposed Pettigrew, we had no idea what the truth was. Needless to say, when I found out my true Master was not the evil mass murderer but the victim of a cover up, well I made it a point to demonstrate everything Remus had taught me and I like to think I gave his a shag he remembered to his final day and beyond."
"Did you love him?" Hermione asked.
"Who?"
"Either of them."
"I was quite fond of them both. Remus more so than Sirius as I had known him longer. And they were quite fond of me too. But, no. It wasn't love at least not the romantic kind," Tonks said with a sigh. "That kind of love can develop between a Concubine and her Master. But Remus was never my Master and Sirius was already in love with Mallory, so I just had to accept my role in their lives. It wasn't too bad. I did get a lot of shag time and they were both good lovers.
"Then again, at least Sirius let Mal and me draw the line at one of his more digusting sex ideas."
"What was that?"
"He wanted to do us as Snuffles."
"Eww!" Hermione complained. "He wanted you to have sex with a dog?"
"Not really," Tonks said. "He wanted to change into his dog form and then have sex with us. Kept saying the poor pooch was still a virgin and even a mangy ol' mutt deserves a shag every not and then. Even though it would have been Sirius in the form of a dog, neither Mal or I wanted anything to do with that. Fortunately, Sirius never ordered us to. He probably could have had he really wanted to."
"What about your metamorphagus abilities?" Harry asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Can you change your appearance into - say - Hermione? I mean for sex purposes."
"Harry," Hermione chided. "Why would she do that?"
""Just thought it might be fun to have sex with two Hermiones is all."
"Harry," Hermione growled.
"Okay, I just have noticed that she doesn't do that stuff anymore."
"Oh. Well, it's a good question then. Can you still do that? I mean, I noticed too, but I assumed it was because of what happened to Sirius."
"Oh no," Tonks said. "I admit, losing him hurt. I was fond of him and considered him a true friend. But I am quite capable of transforming. You will find your closet filled with new clothes for the both of you and they are, I assure you, perfect fits. I was able to transform into body sizes that matched each of you perfectly."
"Perfectly?" Harry asked. "As in a boy?"
"The trousers are tailored, Harry."
"What's that mean?"
"That means they are made to order," Hermione began.
"It also means the tailor needs to know if you dress left or right."
"What? What does that mean? Why's that matter?"
"All boys learn at an early age they dress either left or right even if they don't know it. It means which pants leg you put your bits down when you dress. You dress left, Harry."
"How do you know?"
"It was rather obvious the night I came to get you which side of your boxers your bits were hanging."
"Oh."
"So I still have my abilities. But somehow the bond prevents me from using them in private with you. I don't know why. I was never able to change for either Remus or Sirius. I won't be able to for you either."
"In private?" Hermione asked.
"When I am alone with Harry," Tonks said. "And by alone that means with Harry and you and any other woman Harry is bonded to. If someone is here who is not bonded to Harry, I can use my abilities."
"That explains how you could do it when we were at Grimmauld Place last summer. Even though Sirius was there, there were always others."
"Correct. If there are others present not bound to my Master, I retain all my abilities. Same is true, it is said, for animagus transformations. If I were one, I would not be able to do that in private. Likewise, I cannot use a dissillusionment charm. There are those who believe - no proof mind you - that Concubine Bond creates an inhibition of certain skills that could be used to deceive or hide from a Master. There is a reported exception where those skills prove necessary to protect the Master and his family. But that's neither here nor there."
"But, doesn't the Bond inhibit those inclinations anyway?" Hermione asked.
Tonks nodded. "The reason for the inhibition is not truly known.
"Now, your rings, Milord."
"My rings?"
"They are more than just your portable official House Seal. They are also the tool you can use to summon me or any of your bound women. They act as an emergency portkey, programmable portkey, and point to point portkey, although they are not truly port keys. With these rings, you can travel to and from any location you know of instantaneously. Your women can travel to you when summoned and also to you when they need to. You can also travel to them even if you have no idea where they are. But the travel is not like a portkey. You seem to transfer from one location to another instantaneously. The collar Hermione wears - and me too for that matter - have similar properties."
"Is that how you brought me here?"
Tonks nodded. "I can use it just like a portkey to bring people with me, provided I am either bonded to them, their House or they are trusted and trustworthy friends of my Master or his House."
She explained that all he had to do was rub the seal on the ring to activate the device. Harry did as he was told on the Potter ring and the seal disappeared. It was replaced by a gold surface. On the right side of the gold surface was a deep blue gemstone. On the left were the initials "HJP" carved into the gold. She asked Hermione if she was born in September. When Hermione confirmed that she was, Tonks explained that the gem was the birth gemstone for the woman the new rings represented. For Hermione, the stone was a sapphire. The initials were for her name, in this case Hermione Jane Potter. As Consort, Hermione was his wife and entitled to his name.
Harry repeated the process with the Black ring. This time, the surface was not gold but black with a small, scarlet colored stone on the right and the initials "MMG" inlaid in gold to the left. The black surface was onyx, symbolizing that the woman was a Concubine and not a Consort. Again, the gem was her birth stone, in this case a garnet for a woman born in January. Tonks told him the woman was Mallory Michelle Grant. He was then asked to rub the Black ring again and again it changed. It had the same black surface, but a brilliant red stone and the initials "NT" in gold inlay. This was Nymphadora Tonks summoning ring. The stone was a ruby for her birth month in July. When Harry rubbed the Black ring a third time, the Black seal reappeared. Both Harry and Hermione thought this was really interesting magic.
To use the ring as a personal transport device, all Harry had to do was touch the House Seal with his wand and think of the destination. The same was true for Hermione, although all she had to do was touch her collar with a finger. To summon one of the women, Harry had to select their seal and do the same thing while thinking the word "Summon." He could also go to them by thinking "find." The same was true for Hermione's collar. Hermione, however, was only linked to Harry. Harry was linked to all women bound to him.
Absently, Harry rubbed the Potter ring and noted as Hermione's seal vanished and was replaced not by the Potter Seal, but by another seal. It had a black face, a violet stone and the initials "MGM" in gold.
"Wh-what's this?" he asked. "What's this mean?"
Tonks looked at the new seal. "What do you think it means?" she asked.
"That there's a Potter Concubine?"
"It would seem so, Milord."
"But how? I don't have a Concubine."
"No, not yet," Tonks agreed. "Fair bet the last Lord Potter did before he died. The woman is still alive and it would seem you inherited her."
"Bloody hell! My Dad had a Concubine too? Who is she?"
Tonks shrugged. " The stone is Amethyst, so whoever she is was born in February. Aside from that, no idea. Only thing I can say is she did not belong to you Dad."
"How do you know?"
"He was never Lord Potter. Your Grandfather outlived him by seven years. Most likely, this woman was your grandfather's and is still bound to your House."
Hermione found the whole situation somewhat surreal. A week ago, she had still been in a coma and fighting for her life from the curse she had received in the Department of Mysteries. It was six days ago that she finally woke up, still weak and in some pain, to find Harry sitting beside her. It was then they had finally confessed their true feelings for one another, that they admitted they had loved each other for years and had both been afraid of losing their wonderful friendship if they tried to move into a more intimate direction. It was then that Harry had asked her to marry him and she had said yes, with the qualification that it would be a few years before the yes turned her into his wife.
Until then, she was convinced she was fated to be his best friend and closest confidant. She was not unhappy with that role as she did love him and would accept any place in his life. She never considered herself pretty or sexy and was certain that Harry would not be interested in her physically or romantically. It was only six days since she learned that his reticence was not due to her, but due to what he thought she thought about him. It was six days ago she first truly kissed him and he became her boyfriend and her future fiancé.
Two days ago, they were on the train returning from school. Their intimacy was limited to kissing each other senseless while she sat in his lap. He still was avoiding more intimate contact and she was not concerned thinking when he was ready, she would be. It was two days ago her parents learned she finally had a true boyfriend and shocked her to her core by accepting him. Then again, she had been a loner before she met Harry. She remembered her parents' whispered conversations regarding whether she would ever have a true friend or ever a boyfriend or husband.
They shocked her when they accepted Harry with little question. They shocked her even more when they lay down the rules for her new relationship. She expected them to say no sex before marriage as they had always seemed almost as strait laced as she had been. What they told her was no sex in their house without a ring, no sex elsewhere without protection, and no babies without a husband. She had been stunned.
Yesterday, she woke up still a virgin. She had not expected to see or hear from Harry for days or weeks because of his forced incarceration with his god awful relations. She still did not know much about that situation, only that he hated it. Yesterday, Tonks arrived, told her she and her parents were in mortal danger, arranged for her parents to leave the country indefinitely, and brought her here. Yesterday, she and her Harry found themselves in this Manor - no Palace - and were left alone together with a whole summer of together before them.
Yesterday, she had surprised herself with her boldness and her ability to place her libido and teenage hormones over her intellect. Yesterday, she had offered herself to Harry and did so with only a modicum of embarrassment and without any shame. Yesterday, he had taken that offer, and taken her again and again and again - ten times! Even as sore as she was today, she had still had oral sex with him three times. To her amazement, she loved it. To her surprise, she had wound up married to her love. Less than twenty-four hours, yet at sixteen she was a Consort and he at fifteen was her Husband for life. This morning she had read about the bond that had formed between them and knew this was forever. She also knew there was a very good chance she would be pregnant within the year. Her will was tied to school, and she now knew she was never going back to Hogwarts as a student and neither was Harry. Not so long as Dumbledore was Headmaster. If school was in her immediate future, she was sure she could hold off on giving Harry his children. Now? Not bloody likely.
Last night, she had learned she was married. She had also learned about the Wizarding World's dirty little secret. She had learned about Concubines and to her dismay, how she was destined to become one against her will had Harry and her not bonded. To her horror, she learned many girls she considered to be friends were similarly destined. She had read today just what that meant and told Harry.
And here was the weird part, she thought. She had actually asked him to buy their friends. A week ago she had no boyfriend at all, now she was married and was encouraging her husband of less than a day to have a harem. What really shocked her was that she was fine with the idea. It went against everything she had learned growing up. It had went against everything Harry had learned, although from what little she knew of his home life, he seemed less dismayed that such a world could exist. He expected bad things whereas she did not.
Harry was pacing the floor of the Library in the distance. Hermione knew it was because of their last conversation. The decision point had come. Harry had to either bond with Tonks and take her as his Concubine or put her up for sale. He had asked Hermione for her opinion. A week ago, she would have said something else for certain. Today, she knew the right thing to do was not what she had been taught. She knew that by bonding with Tonks, Tonks would become a second wife of sorts. She knew that he would have to have sex with the older witch to bond with her and from this day forward have sex with her to maintain the bond. She knew that Tonks would be a sex partner for the foreseeable future and that Hermione, while first in Harry's heart, would have to share his body with Tonks and with others as Harry had two other concubines it seemed.
Harry was stunned when she had suggested buying their friends. He was floored when she said that the right thing to do for Tonks was to bond with her and that he should bond with the other two women as well. Hermione was also stunned by her decision, but it was logical. Tonks was a friend and there was no telling what situation she would be sold into if Harry did not take her in. This Mallory woman was his godfather's love and she too could well be worse off. Never mind the fact that Sirius had asked Harry to take them in. "MGM" was his own family in a way and he could not sell her, could he? Taking them in, bonding with them, protecting them, Hermione told Harry it was the right thing to do regardless of the taboos they had both been raised under. She actually hoped he would take them in, and the others as well, even though she knew she would have to share her husband. She knew that while it was not the best for her, it was the best for them. She actually hoped he would do it, which stunned her.
She saw Harry stop pacing as his back went strait. She knew he had reached a decision even before he turned towards where she sat on the long bench near Tonks, the same bench where she had surrendered her virginity only the day before and where she became his Consort. He walked over and she could not read his expression one way or another. She knew Tonks heart was pounding, for her's was too and she had less at stake as far as she was concerned.
Harry was soon standing in front of them.
"Have you made a decision, Harry?" Hermione asked. Harry nodded. "And?"
"You get to explain all of this to your parents," he said. He then turned to Tonks.
"Nymphadora Tonks? Dora? I, Harry James Potter, by right of inheritance Lord Black and Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Black, by right of inheritance of your being Concubine to my godfather, take you Dora as my Concubine. Your mind, body, heart, soul and magic are mine, bound as slave to master, you are mine to command as I will and to use as I please, from this day forward until death shall separate you from my House and Heirs. Do you understand?"
Tonks nodded.
Hermione was more than a bit nervous. She was confident in her love for her Harry and his for her. She was gaining confidence in the bond she shared with him as his Consort and life mate. Still, he was about to have sex with another woman. Even though she considered Tonks a friend and even though it was in the context of the Concubine Bond, it was still sex. Then again, this was a fantasy of hers: to watch Harry pleasure another woman and in a situation where she knew he was Hermione's man. Part of her, the muggle part, did not want to watch or know. Part of her, the kinky slut part as Harry called it, wanted to watch and was only worried that she would not be able to wait until he was done with the bonding before she had to get off.
Harry and Tonks were standing right before her. Harry was holding her gently by her arms and was starting to kiss her. Hermione knew he was a good kisser. She may not have had much experience with that, and she knew neither did Harry, but he could make her toes curl with a kiss. She also knew that Tonks would react to a good kiss because of the building bond. The bonding kept her mind where it was, but her body would react to any successful pleasure even if her mind wanted to rebel or run away.
It was obvious, Harry was snogging the older witch senseless. She could tell by Tonks' body language that the poor woman was melting beneath his kiss - just as Hermione had. There was a part of Hermione that wondered whether Harry was as good a physical lover as she thought or whether it was just her desire that had made her think that. Now she would see, she thought. When Harry began feeling the poor witch up, Hermione saw Tonks' knees almost buckle. When the kiss broke, Tonks' expression suggested that she might have had a mini-orgasm from Harry's attentions and would have had he actually touched her down there. Tonks had been shagging two different men for the last few years, yet the woman's expression as Harry broke the kiss finally suggested she had never been snogged like that. This, Hermione thought, was going to be interesting!
It amused her to think as she watched Tonks undress following a command to do so from Harry that three of her fantasies were to come to pass within a day: lose her virginity to Harry, having another woman watch as she and Harry made love, and now watching Harry and another woman. Tonks blouse and skirt were now gone. Hermione knew that Harry was impressed, mostly with the very large breasts on the woman. But Tonks was also fit, a product of her Auror training no doubt. Hermione could already see Harry's reaction to Tonks as the bra came off revealing those large breasts. Harry probably sensed her insecurity as, while she was hardly lacking in the boob department, Tonks clearly had her outclassed by at least a cup size. Harry looked over at Hermione and waggled his eyebrows. For some reason, this made her feel better. She actually giggled at his gesture.
The plain, cotton knickers slid off and Tonks stood before both of them naked. Unlike Hermione, she did not shave between her legs and Hermione noted that Harry seemed a little put off by it for only a second. He was soon kissing her again and exploring her body with his hands. Hermione heard Tonks moan softly into the kiss as she watched Harry begin to fondle the amble breasts. He soon broke the kiss and leaned down, taking one of Tonks nipples into his mouth and rewarding himself and his audience with an even louder moan of pleasure from the witch.
When he broke the kiss, he stepped over to the couch and knelt on it a little over an arms length away from her and facing Hermione. He ordered Tonks into his lap, her back to him and she too was facing Hermione. Hermione had a good idea what Harry was up to. She also knew he was deliberately giving her a show. Once Tonks settled in as ordered, Harry's hands began playing with her breasts as he kissed her shoulders, neck, cheeks and, with a little adjustment on both their parts, lips. Hermione heard the gasps and saw the expression of building excitement on the witch as Harry's right hand slid from the thoroughly stimulated and rock hard nipple it had been working, slowly down Tonks firm stomach and towards her sex. Hermione watched as he teased her, running his fingers through her pubic hairs and inner thighs yet avoiding anything particularly sensitive for a moment.
She knew Tonks was hot and wanted Harry to bring her to release. She knew because she could smell the other woman's arousal, see the wetness that was building up, see the expression of desire and pleasure on her face and feel her own arousal building rapidly between her own legs. A gasping moan filled the library as Harry finally pushed his fingers between her folds and began working her hard clit. It was not long before Tonks was thrusting into his hand to encourage his pace. Tonks was gasping and groaning with pleasure, her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open. Hermione found watching her face as she responded to Harry's touch was driving her mad. She knew she would not be able to wait until it was all over and would probably have to rub herself off - soon! Maybe even more than once!
"Tell me when you cum," Harry whispered to Tonks. At the moment she was incapable of words as Hermione thought she was close. Harry seemed to sense that too as his hand shifted and Hermione watched as two fingers slowly buried themselves into Tonks' core as she moaned in ecstasy and began gasping for breath.
Harry was soon rapidly driving his fingers in and out of Tonks. She was groaning with pleasure whenever she could catch a breath which was increasingly seldom. Hermione knew it would be soon and was not wrong as Tonks finally vocalized something other than a gasp or moan of pleasure. "C-c-commmming!" she moaned before collapsing into Harry's arms in sated exhaustion.
That was enough for Hermione. She was too turned on to wait for Harry to finish with the bonding ritual, and considering they really had not even started yet she knew she could not wait that long without release. She also knew that for now she was on her own. Oddly, she didn't mind. The thought of playing with herself while Harry and Tonks went at it was another turn on for Hermione. As Harry gave Tonks a cuddle as she caught her breath, Hermione took off her clothes and got ready for her fun as well. She decided she could wait until the other two began another sex act, but hoped it would not be too long.
Harry was standing in front of her having ordered Tonks to undress him. His sword was ready for a sword swallowing exhibition from the older witch now kneeling before him. Hermione was watching both Harry and Tonks as Tonks took Harry and swallowed him to the hilt. As Harry groaned in appreciation, Hermione began pleasuring herself, her legs spead wide so Harry could watch if he wanted, which he did. Her limited experience with Harry, and no prior experience to alter her opinion, told her that Harry did not hold back when she sucked him off and usually finished quickly. Quite unlike when he made love to her where he always lasted at least long enough for her to come. She wondered if while watching each other they could still find a way to finish together. She saw the desire in his eyes and she knew from his expression he saw it in hers. Although it seemed far quicker than normal, she was soon telling him she was there and saw as he released into Tonks' mouth seconds later. The first part of the bonding ritual was complete, she thought as she came down from her climax.
Hermione's eyes fluttered open after the first new moan of pleasure from Tonks. Tonks was seated near her, legs spead wide, with the black haired mass between them. Harry was licking her silly. Hermione had a theory about this talent Harry had demonstrated. There was no way that tongue of his was normal when it had entered and explored her. She believed that Tonks could confirm her theory of his singularly unique ability with his tongue, but had to wait for him to invade her to have any hope of confirmation. She watched intently, yet shifted her gaze from Harry's actions to Tonks' reactions. She felt she would know when Harry would shift from Tonks' clit to invading her totally. She was not wrong. Looking at Tonks as Harry's tongue began to explore her deeply, she saw Tonks eyes fly open in shock and pleasure. Tonks looked her in the eyes and all Hermione could do was nod in reply. Hermione's suspicions seemed to have been confirmed and she noted Tonks was now as out of control with passion as she had been. Tonks announced her new orgasm in seconds.
Harry did not give the relaxing witch more than a moments rest as he almost immediate rose up from kneeling between her now relaxed legs and entered her with his renewed arousal. That was all it took to get Hermione going on herself again. Tonks would have two more climaxes and Hermione was able to hold off until Harry finally came as Tonks succumbed to her second climax. Hermione noted the flash of magic that happened upon Harry's finish and now saw the black ribbon with the silver "B" that graced Tonks' neck. It was actually somewhat fetching, she thought. It was also proof positive that she was now bound to Harry. But she also knew that to bind Tonks to her would require one more act of intimacy.
She would have to make love to Harry again as the newly bound Tonks watched as she was House Potter and not Black. It was a rare situation where two Houses were combined under one person and to combine the Houses Consorts and Concubines to each other's house required the exhibitionist display. Not that Hermione minded at all. She, in fact, would make love to her Harry four times before the three of them finally fell asleep in the Master's Bedchambers. It might have been more had Harry not given her a break by taking Tonks in turn. When she fell asleep in his arms that night with Tonks also cuddled against him, part of her knew she could accept this bizarre lifestyle.
A/N: RELATIONSHIP SCORECARD:
If you didn't read the Intro, you missed that. This is so you can keep up with who's with who and how.
Lord Harry James Potter, Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter, Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Black, age 15 (born 7/31/80)Lady Hermione Jane (Granger) Potter, age 16 (9/19/79). Girlfriend/fiancé as of 6/18/96; CONSORT, HOUSE OF POTTER 6/23/96.
Nymphadora (Dora) Tonks, age 21 (7/12/74); Title of Interest to Sirius Black 3/18/74; Concubine By Proxy (Remus Lupon) to Sirius Black 6/20/87; Bound to Sirius Black, 7/22/93; CONCUBINE, HOUSE OF BLACK 6/24/96.