Parvati couldn't help but be a teensy bit nervous, as she walked up the steps and knocked quietly on the back door to her old friend's new beauty salon. It'd been years since she and Lavender Brown had spoken. They'd both moved on, but from what she'd heard, Lavender had been moving on down, more than anything else. So, imagine her surprise when she found out that the blonde witch was actually opening a Beauty Salon… and that in its first few weeks, it'd been doing rather well.
The Gryffindor half of the Patil twins had always been more outwardly oriented than her sister. Where Padma focused on books and learning all she could, Parvati prided herself on her outward appearance, and an attention to the body in general. She didn't really consider one way or the other better, necessarily… she just knew that her way was what was best for her.
So, it was no wonder that she'd become a masseuse, and a rather accomplished one at that. Learning how to properly work the muscles of another human's body, all of the magic that one could use if they just had the skill. She had that skill. Magical massages were all the rage these days, and Parvati was very good at what she did. However, it could be hard to get work here in Magical Britain, given her skin color. There was still plenty of prejudice to be found, because while she was a Pureblood Witch, she was a Pureblood Indian Witch first and foremost.
The door before her opens up, and Parvati pulls herself from her thoughts as she finds Lavender smiling down at her somewhat sweetly.
"Parvati! You came! Come in, come in~"
Parvati is no strange to faux kindness. Lavender is clearly upset with her, but she can understand why. As she follows the other witch into the back of the Beauty Salon, she considers apologizing for a moment, before ultimately deciding against it. If their roles were reversed, would Lavender be apologizing to her? Parvati doubted it. This wasn't some sort of situation where she was coming to Lavender to beg. If she truly wanted to, she could always return to India and find plenty of work there. This WAS her last opportunity in Great Britain though, so she was eager to at least TRY to make it work.
"Thank you for the invite, Lavender. When I'd heard you secured the funding for your own place… well, I was both impressed and amazed. However did you do it? And to already be expanding to add a massage parlor onto the main salon? This is rather fast, don't you think?"
If Lavender is upset by the questions, she certainly doesn't show it. Grinning wickedly, the blonde turns to face Parvati, causing the Indian witch to stop in her tracks.
"Well, that's where my benefactor comes in, of course. I've got an investor, you see. Someone who believes in me, someone who believes in what I can do. And so far, I haven't proven him wrong. That's why he's letting me have this expansion, and when I heard you were shopping around town for a place to ply your trade, well… it just seemed like a match made in heaven!"
Parvati smiles at that. It sounds like she's already got the job.
"Great! So, when do I start?"
Chuckling, Lavender shakes her head.
"Not so fast, Par~ You know I want to hire you, I definitely do… but that investor I mentioned from before, he still demands that I do my due diligence. Which means you'll need to pass a little test of your skills first. A practical exam, if you will."
With that, the blonde witch turns back around. Parvati lifts an eyebrow but can't really find anything directly objectionable about anything Lavender is saying. Letting out a sigh, the caramel-skinned woman follows her old best friend deeper in. They quickly exit the true backroom to find themselves in what is clearly a brand new, fabulously furnished massage parlor. Parvati's eyes go wide at all of the high-end equipment she recognizes, along with the resources held within glass cabinets. This is…
Ah, but she barely has a chance to be amazed by the room, before she lays eyes on the man who's waiting for them within it. She recognizes him immediately, if only from the horns protruding from the top of his masked head. It's the Stag. It has to be, even if he's currently lying face down on a massage table, and she can only really see his back profile and what not.
The muscles alone are… certainly eye-catching. Parvati's heart thumps in her chest, and she bites her lower lip as the place between her inner thighs immediately begins to moisten. He is… a man. There's really no other way to describe the musclebound physique laid out before her. It's one hundred percent masculine, and truth be told, the most arousing sight that Parvati, in all her scant years as a masseuse, has ever seen.
"Par? Hey, Parvati!"
Lavender's voice cuts through her thoughts, and the Indian witch nearly jumps out of her skin as she whips her head around to look at the blonde. Lifting a brow, Lavender gestures to the Stag.
"Well? Don't keep us waiting! Show us what you've got… and of you impress HIM, then we're going into business together!"
For the first time, Lavender's faux happiness seems to actually become somewhat real, as if she's truly excited for the chance to work with Parvati. Meanwhile, Parvati herself can't really focus on anything but the man before her at the moment. Luckily, he also happens to be the task at hand that she's SUPPOSED to be focusing on.
Walking forward in almost a daze, Parvati slowly begins to figure out what she's doing. It takes her a little bit, but she figures that can be chalked up to inexperience with the work space. In truth, she's just absurdly distracted by the Stag's amazing body. Regardless, she finds the proper enchanted oils in a nearby cabinet quickly enough and is soon moving glistening caramel hands onto pale white musclebound shoulders as she gets to work.
It's like she's a sculptor working with the finest marble she can imagine. She takes her time, fearful of getting it wrong, and NEEDING to do it justice. It's not even really about the job at this point, it's more about impressing this man solely for the sake of impressing him. She wants him to think highly of her… she wants him to be interested in her.
Of course, what Lavender does next thoroughly derails Parvati's thought process. Once she's fully into the swing of things, once she's working her hands, charged with her magic, into the Stag's back, the blonde witch, who's been watching from the sidelines up until this point, suddenly falls to her knees and crawls under the massage table.
Even as Parvati continues to rub and work over the Stag's muscles, she hears it. The telltale sign of slurping and sucking someone's cock. She's done it herself after all, here and there. Fellatio isn't her favorite thing in the world, mostly because it has a higher than average chance of ruining her makeup, but she's gone down on a few men in her day all the same.
Still, having it happen here, practically right in front of her… Parvati's hands pause for a moment, but when she feels the Stag shifting beneath her, she quickly returns to what she was doing. However, her movements are a lot more mechanical than before, now that she's processing the truth of Lavender's relationship with the man she'd named as her benefactor. If this is the kind of thing that Lavender does for the Stag, then Parvati can imagine why she was given a Beauty Salon. Man like him, with a successful business like his… he'd have the money to spare for a toy.
But that didn't change the fact that everyone was saying Lavender's salon was a success on its own merits. Since its opening, weeks before, every witch in local wizarding society was talking about it. So, there was SOMETHING to this place beyond just Lavender being a booty call for the Stag. So that meant she was a booty call on TOP of it all?
.,. Parvati couldn't blame her old friend, to be perfectly honest. If she had a man like this offer to give her the keys to the kingdom, or at least to her dream, she'd be all over him too. It was just… there was some jealousy. Lavender sounded like she was having the time of her life. The enthusiasm she was hearing coming from beneath the massage table was… a lot more than the blonde had shown for anything besides say, Divination back at Hogwarts.
But then, all of the sudden, it was done. Lavender's slurping stops and the blonde witch crawls out from under the table as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. The Stag starts to shift, and Parvati has to take her hands off of him as he turns over onto his back, just so happening to reveal what Lavender had been sucking on at the same time as the towel that had been barely covering his ass falls to the floor.
Parvati's eyes go wide, and her jaw drops open at the sheer size of the Stag's cock. He's huge… just absolutely massive. And his length is covered in saliva, Lavender's ruby-red lipstick shown off in rings down near the base of it. The Indian witch can scarcely believe that her old friend managed to take THAT much of it into her mouth.
"Well? Go on, Parvati! Show us what you can do!"
It takes her a moment to realize what Lavender means, probably too long, given the circumstances. And once she does, her heart thumps painfully in her chest again. She's struck with awe at the sheer size of the member before her… but then, was her situation any different from Lavender's? If the Stag was truly giving her this chance to set up a massage parlor in Lavender's salon… she had to prove herself.
Stepping up to the challenge, Parvati brings her hands down on the cock before her as she stands at the side of the table. One hand goes to the Stag's balls, and the other grips the base of his cock even as she opens wide and takes the thick bulbous tip of his member into her mouth. It's nearly too big already, but that doesn't stop her from giving it a try anyways.
She attempts to take it down her throat right then and there, but that proves to be a mistake, because she can't get it more than an inch past the back before she's choking and gagging and pulling back. It's in that moment, as she gasps for breath and stares at the Stag's cock, trying to figure out how to tackle the monstrosity, that another pair of masculine hands slide across her chest, a presence suddenly behind her as it holds her from behind and fondles her body.
Parvati whips her head around, only to find another musclebound form and the familiar Stag's mask staring her in the face. She shivers as he touches her in all the right places. It's as if he knows her better than she knows herself.
"Don't slack off now, Par. I went to bat for you… don't prove me wrong!"
Lavender's voice causes Parvati to turn back around, and she's shocked to find the blonde witch is openly touching herself at this point, even as she stares at her old friend with such… such intensity. Looking down at the giant, thick, throbbing length still in her hands, Parvati finally leans forward again, trying to handle his cock once more, trying to get even remotely close to where Lavender had.
"Gagkh… Gagkh… Gagkh!"
Yet, no matter how hard she tries, she continually fails, having to pull back again and again when her throat absolutely refuses to stretch wide enough to take his rigid, unyielding member.
"Damn it Parvati! You're doing it all wrong!"
Lavender looks angry as she pulls her fingers out of her own cunt and starts to close the distance between her and the massage table. Whatever she's going to do, whether she intends to show Parvati how to do it herself, or whether she intends to help Parvati along… the Indian witch never gets to find out. Because that's also the moment that the second Stag, who's been fondling and partially stripping her naked at this point, to the extent that his own cockhead has been teasing her pussy folds gently without her noticing, decides to thrust forward.
Parvati is not at all prepared for the massive shaft that proceeds to split her sopping wet quim in twain. She orgasms almost immediately, and then her eyes roll up in her head and she faints a moment later, passing out from the immense pleasure right atop the first Stag, face down across his navel and the bottom portion of his abs.
There's a moment of stillness, and then a growl comes from both copies of the Stag as the one on the massage table rises up and the other pulls Parvati off of him, letting her slump forward onto the floor. Lavender's big blue eyes are wide as the Stag, as Harry looks at her with displeasure, two massive members swinging in her direction. His erections, completely unsatisfied, only serve to compound Parvati's failure.
"It seems your friend wasn't capable of dealing with this."
The expectation, that Lavender would have to take Parvati's place, really isn't that out of the question… under normal circumstances. But these aren't normal circumstances. Dropping to her knees, Lavender prostrates herself before Harry, her hands palm down on the ground and her forehead even touching the floor.
"I-I'm sorry, but… please, I beg you for understanding. I can't… I am needed, within the hour. There's a large group of Slytherin witches who have made appointments in preparation for the upcoming wedding between Astoria Greengrass and Draco Malfoy. As your humble servant, I will cancel on them if that is what you wish, but won't that s-set back your plans?"
She hates questioning him like this, hates being anything less than completely subservient and helpful… but she knows she's right, especially when Harry just growls and then turns and leaves. He doesn't even put on clothes, as his second copy melds into his back on his way to the back door. He simply disappears, and Lavender is left to clean up after Parvati, locking up the massage parlor for the time being so she can focus instead on the upcoming appointment with the witches who will be coming into her Beauty Salon any second.
Harry, meanwhile, easily makes it back to his club with a quick apparation, and as he sits down behind his desk, cock still extremely erect, he wonders how he should handle this surprise case of blue balls. Shall he send for Narcissa? Or perhaps take advantage of one of the sluts working for him. Decisions, decisions…
Of course, before he can decide anything, there's a knock on his door. He lets it open with a negligent wave of his hand, and then lifts an eyebrow behind his mask as Susan Bones frog marches a handcuffed Nymphadora Tonks into his office. Oh now… this was going to be interesting.
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Susan growled as she pushed the other Auror up against the wall, having already disarmed Tonks and locked her in the magic-nullifying handcuffs that would keep the metamorphmagus from escaping. Off to the side, a very angry, very horny werewolf launches itself against the enchanted door between him and them, but luckily it holds, even as the werewolf snarls and roars in rage at being denied its prize.
"Tonks! What the fuck were you thinking?!"
She'd been lucky to catch the other Auror before she did anything truly stupid. As Tonks squirms in Susan's grasp, the older witch whines.
"I… I n-need it… I need HIM like this. Please, Susan. J-just let me go, walk away… no one else will get hurt, I promise!"
Susan just scoffs, even as inwardly, she's a bit disgusted but also a little turned on by the other woman's desperation.
"You wanted to fuck him, didn't you? You wanted to let that beast rape you?"
Tonks moans and shakes her head, but they both know Susan is right.
"I-It's not rape if it's willing!"
More bile rises in Susan's throat. Tonks has very clearly and very deliberately tried to break the law. Fucking a werewolf is illegal, but the bigger crime was trying to free a werewolf on the night of the Full Moon. Glancing over at the primal, ravenous beast that she knows is just Remus Lupin in his werewolf form, Susan's nose wrinkles in irritation.
"What the fuck, Tonks? Seriously, explain this to me before I march you up to the Head Auror's office and let HIM deal with you."
Both of them knew that the current Head of the DMLE was thoroughly in Lucius Malfoy's pocket, and that the bigot would just LOVE to be able to nail the werewolf lover in his ranks. Tonks freezes at the threat, before ultimately slumping forward and letting out a sigh.
"M-Maybe that's for the best… I haven't… I haven't been able to get a good shag in so damn long. It's affecting my work, Susan, it has been for so long. Back when Sirius was alive, I could get fucked by him and Remus every damn day. They'd spit-roast me, or sandwich me between them, and they'd take me to pound town, I swear to Merlin. It… it was amazing. But Sirius is dead, and it's been six years, and Remus is a limp-dicked piece of shit who's never gotten over it!"
… That was more than Susan ever expected to hear, but at the same time, it gave her a rather simple solution to the problem before her, now didn't it? After all, her new Master would probably reward her for this.
"… I can get you a better fuck then you've ever had, Tonks. But you'll have to pay a price… and you can't ever try anything like this, ever again, hear me?"
Tonks is silent for a moment, the metamorphmagus seeming to consider her options as Susan holds her up against the stone wall. Eventually though, the red head watches as Tonks shifts and nods slightly.
"Good. Then let's go… but I'm not taking the handcuffs off, so let's stay out of sight, alright? I don't trust you to be smart."
Her prisoner just hangs her head and doesn't say a word to that. Luckily, they make it to the Stag's Leap without incident, and Susan's tattoo provides her access to the man himself easily enough. Frog-marching Tonks into the Stag's office, Susan goes on to explain exactly what had happened… and what use Tonks could be to his operations.
The metamorphmagus doesn't say a word, but then she's probably just as busy staring at the Stag's naked physique as Susan is, biting her lower lip as they both watch him rise and show off the fact that his cock is already entirely erect.
"O-Oh my… it's so… it's so big."
The Stag chuckles in that deep, dark tone of his, and as he walks forward, Susan pulls out her wand and vanishes Tonks' clothes, just like that, before pushing the handcuffed Auror forward into his arms. The other witch yelps as he catches her, and then she positively SCREAMS when the Stag, without foreplay and without warning, lifts one of her legs up and thrusts his massive erection right up into her cunt, fucking her standing up, just like that.
It's so damn hot, Susan almost cums on the spot and she's not even the one getting fucked. But there's no denying that there's a certain pleasure about watching the Stag pound into another witch, watching her learn her place, just as Susan learned hers. Licking her lips, the red head watches on with both pride and jealousy warring on her face as Tonks yowls and squeals and screams and moans from the ravaging she's currently experiencing. The Stag gropes and squeezes her tits, he roughly pulls at her hair, and most important of all, he fucks her like she's never going to be used for anything else, ever again, ramming up into her beautiful feminine body in a way that causes all of Tonks' curvaceous flesh to bounce and jiggle with the force of his thrusting.
It's only when the Stag snaps his fingers and a massive double-sided dildo drops into one of Susan's hands that she realizes she gets to participate. With a wide grin, Susan gets rid of her own clothing in the same way she got rid of Tonks'. Then, striding forward, she fits one end of the huge dildo into her cunt, moaning as it fills her, though it can never replace the feeling of the Stag's cock. Once it's lodged properly however, it locks in place, as she would expect of a magical sex toy.
With that, Susan has a 'cock' of her own, even if it is a fake one, and she brings it to bear on Tonks' tight little ass without warning or hesitation, knowing exactly what her Master wants from her. Tonks' eyes probably go wide as saucers when Susan buries the self-lubricating dildo deep inside of her back door, but she can't see that. However, she does HEAR the surprised screams as Tonks' asshole is split open around the fake phallus. And she loves it.
She loves it even more a few moments later when she feels a pair of familiar hands cup her own ass cheeks, lifting her off the ground a little bit and spreading her wide open so a massive cock, even bigger than the dildo she's currently fucking Tonks' ass with, can split her own back door open. As this second Stag sandwiches Susan and Tonks between himself and the first Stag, the red head luxuriates in the pleasure, basking in it and letting herself go as it washes over her like a tidal wave.
Things continue abreast from there. Eventually, more of the Stag join the fray. She and Tonks are pulled apart, and she loses the dildo that had been buzzing away inside of her cunt, but it's subsequently replaced with a big, fat cock so Susan can't really say she minds all that much. While she's fucked off to the side by three of the Stag, Tonks is spit-roasted and DPed across the way by at least four more of the muscular, masked man.
It's an amazing sight, watching another woman break in the same way that Susan herself broke. Watching Tonks scream in pleasure, watching her climax time and time again around the Stag's multiple cocks. This was what the metamorphmagus wanted after all, at least according to her. It seemed Tonks was telling the truth though, because she can't seem to get enough of Susan's Master's cock.
"You've done well, pet. You've done very well."
And then there's that. The Stag's voice whispers in her ear as he continues to fuck her from behind and from the front, as he makes use of her holes to the fullest extent. Susan shivers and shudders, her eyes rolling back in her head, because in the end, hearing that praise from him, hearing the Stag, her new Master, telling her she'd done well… it was all she needed.
To have satisfied this man… it should have disgusted her that her loyalty now lay with an obvious criminal like the Stag. Oh sure, they couldn't pin anything on him necessarily, and the Auror raid she'd led which had originally put her in his custody had been completely off the books… but the Stag was not an upstanding member of society. He was not a good man, at least not by the standards that Susan had been taught, both in school and in the Auror Academy.
And yet, she would do anything for him. She'd marked her body with his symbol, she'd pledged herself to his cause. She was his, in every way that mattered now… and that was never going to change.
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As Susan lost herself in the pleasure of being such a good little pet off to the side, the Stag, or Harry, focused most of his attention on the fresh meat that his red head Auror toy had brought him. Nymphadora Tonks knelt before him now, truly well-fucked and moaning for more as she looked up at him with needy eyes.
But she didn't see through the mask. She didn't realize she was looking at Harry, at Sirius' godson or the child of Remus' best friend. That was fine. Harry didn't want anything like that from Tonks. He didn't want her compassion or her love… he just wanted her obedience.
"Please… please, fuck me more. Please, Mister Stag… give it to me, give me your big fat dick…"
Cocking his head to the side, Harry smirks behind his mask. Then, he brings out the dog collar.
"Before we continue, there is the question of what you're truly willing to give me in return for this pleasure, Auror Tonks. What are you willing to sacrifice?"
Her eyes alight upon the dog collar, and for a moment she just stares at it. Then, the handcuffed metamorphmagus bares her neck, laying her head to the side to give him access as she licks her lips.
"D-Do it… collar me. Make me your bitch. I'll be your good little doggy, just give me more of that fat dick. Keep fucking my worthless shapeshifting body."
Well, Harry can certainly do that. Leaning forward, 'the Stag' wraps the dog collar around Tonks' neck and fastens it, securing it in place. Only once that's done does he straighten up. When Tonks looks up at him hopefully again, he just chuckles and slaps his meaty thick member right down across her face.
"Get to work, bitch."
And she does, happily so. With her hands still cuffed behind her back and a dog collar around her neck, Tonks kneels before him and worships his cock with her tongue and mouth. And when the other copies of himself that have been fucking her all this time step up with their own cocks at the ready, she eagerly turns and tries to give each and every one of them the same exact amount of attention and lustful desire.
Harry enjoys this, immensely. Much more than he enjoyed his rather disappointing morning. Perhaps he'd give Parvati another chance, but she would have to give a lot more of herself next time if she truly wanted to earn her place at Lavender's Beauty Salon. As for Lavender herself… the blonde witch would enjoy her punishment, he knew that full well.
Smiling beneath his mask, the Stag continues to formulate plans and schemes for the future. Everything was coming together…
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