The Count
Chapter 9
Albus Dumbledore was sweating bullets. It seemed that suddenly, everything involving him went wrong. The Goblins had just finished their investigation and found him guilty of theft. It was only his good standing amongst the magical society that kept them from slitting his throat. As such, his entire vault was confiscated. Not only the gold but all of the valuable items and books that he had stored there. All of that was just enough to pay back what was taken from Harry's vault. It didn't matter that he wasn't the only one pilfering from his account. He was the one caught, so he was the one made to pay.
That wasn't the worst part, however. The fees that the Goblins were charging were outrageous. At his salary, Dumbledore would never live to pay it off. Of course, the Goblins were more than happy to accept his head as payment. Obviously, Dumbledore was in desperate need of money. He tapped his chin while sitting behind his large, ornate desk in the Headmaster's office of Hogwarts. He tried his best to think of someone willing to lend him money that he had no intention of paying back. Either that or some half-wit that he could outright rob. Sadly, he could think of no one.
"Damn!" he cursed, slamming his fist against the surface of his desk. Usually, Fawkes would squawk in irritation at such a loud noise, but the old man hadn't seen that ruddy bird in weeks. No matter how many times he called, Fawkes refused to return. He would show him who was boss when he decided to show up, Dumbledore thought evilly.
He couldn't rip off any pureblood family that didn't support him. They were usually too smart to fall for his fake grandfatherly visage. Even if he did get them to give him money, they would likely make him sign an ironclad contract for repayment. That just wouldn't work for him. He looked around his room. There were a few things that he could sell if need be. Even so, the amount wouldn't cover what those ugly, little bastards were demanding. He was definitely in a pinch.
His thoughts immediately turned to the Count of Montefeltro. He had met the man briefly but had not been able to get a proper meeting with him. The man was simply too busy. He wasn't surprised. The Count had his hand in practically every industry in the magical world. Dumbledore cursed his luck. If he had somehow been able to get a meeting with him, he knew that he could work his grandfatherly charms. By all accounts, the Count was a man that could be reasoned with. Dumbledore had no doubts that he could use his superior intellect to twist the Count seven ways from Sunday. He'd have the gold that he needed and then some! The only problem was actually getting into the same room with the man. At the present, the Count seemed to be busier than normal. Practically no one was able to get a meeting with him. Suddenly, his fireplace burst into green flames. Looking up, he could see Andromeda Tonks's face hovering in the flames.
"I'm coming through, Albus!" she said, not even asking permission. With another flare of green flames, a beautiful, older woman stepped through. Not bothering to clean the ashes from her robes, she sat down on the opposite side of his desk. As she sat down, she was breathing heavily.
"Did you hear, Albus?" she asked in a panic.
"Hear what, my dear?" Albus asked tiredly. He took off his glasses and began to clean them with a handkerchief.
"My contact at Gringotts said that the Goblins are going to officially prohibit you from using their services if the money isn't paid within the next few days. It's only been a day and they're already getting testy. Goblins don't like to be made fools of!" she said, gasping for breath. Clearly, she was nervous. At that moment, so was Dumbledore. Being officially banned from using the bank would be catastrophic for him. The decision would be publicly announced, as would the crime that caused the decision. If the public found out that he stole from Harry Potter, he would be blackballed from society at best. He didn't even want to think about what would happen at the worst.
Andromeda couldn't believe that this was happening. Stealing from Potter's vault was supposed to be a victimless crime. Albus had hired her to be the official "accountant" of the Order of the Phoenix. Her actual job was keeping track of the stolen money coming in and the stolen money going out. She had been paid handsomely for it … at least until recently.
She felt that she had no choice in the matter. Her husband, Ted had been attacked by Death Eaters for being a muggleborn, and he was left too injured to work. Even after all these years, he could barely walk while using a cane. Not only that, but her daughter had married that worthless Werewolf and found herself quickly pregnant. Having no need for a pregnant Auror, she was let go and told that they would hire her back when the kid was older. That never happened. Society still didn't trust Werewolves, especially when such a large pack supported Voldemort before his eventual defeat. Remus Lupin pretty much had no shot at getting a job good enough to support a wife let alone a new son. Because of that, Dumbledore found it fairly easy to convince the Tonks family and Lupin to join his little band of merry thieves. They needed money to survive after all. Lupin justified it by saying that his old friend, James would have happily given him the money to help support his new son, Teddy.
Now, if Dumbledore was going down, there was a decent chance that they would go down as well, and if not, then the ill-gotten gold that they had come to rely on would never return, leaving them jobless and broke.
Dumbledore sighed and looked defeated. "I've been thinking of ways to get the money quickly, but alas, I've come up with none. If only I could talk to the Count. I'd most assuredly be able to get the gold from him."
"Why haven't you?" she asked, wringing her hands together nervously.
"He hasn't been taking any appointments lately. Believe me, my dear. I've tried."
"If only you were a young, beautiful woman. You'd get a meeting in no time," she snorted. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?"
"He's still taking appointments, but only from young, good-looking women. Come now, Albus. You must have heard the rumors. They say that there isn't a daughter in all of Britain that he hasn't trifled with," she guffawed.
"Interesting," he said slowly, stroking his long, white beard. Perhaps he could find a way to use this information.
The Count
"I can't believe that I let you talk me into this," Tonks said while squirming in her very tight and revealing dress. "I'm a wife and a mother!"
"So am I, and as such, sometimes we're forced to do things that we normally wouldn't," Andromeda told her while brushing out her shoulder-length purple hair. Her daughter was lucky, Andromeda thought. After Tonks was born, it took forever for her to get her figure back. Thanks to her daughter's metamorphmagus powers, she was able to get back into form almost instantly.
"What will Remus say when he finds out?" she asked nervously as she adjusted her breasts inside of her dress.
"I think he'll be glad that he won't be skinned alive. Unless we get that money, he'll be lucky to only end up in Azkaban." Tonks winced at being reminded of their transgressions. She too would be in serious trouble if things turned badly, which they very well might. She decided to just keep her mouth shut and get this over with as fast as possible. Her mother had already set up a meeting with him that night. Seeing the sun beginning to set through the window, she knew that her time had nearly come.
It was a few hours later that she found herself on the couch with the famous Count of Montefeltro beside her. He was as handsome as the rumors had said, she thought as she drank down the last of her whiskey. He took the glass from her hand and placed it on the side table. After that, he went back to stroking the inside of her gloriously smooth thigh. Tonks trembled violently from the sensation. It felt as if he was pumping pure magic into her skin. Try as she might, she couldn't keep her pussy from getting wet. In fact, her panties were absolutely soaked with her arousal. The Count leaned in and started sucking on the tender skin of her neck. Tonks's eyes fluttered as she leaned back into the couch, breathing heavily. She suddenly remembered why she was there.
"Umm … L-Like I said … I think that it would be … OH! That feels good! … I mean … It would be a good opportunity for you," she gasped and squealed as he squeezed her thigh tightly. "D-Dumbledore would be a good ally to have. It would be worth your while!" she squeaked when the tips of his fingers brushed against the wet material that was covering her leaking slit.
Harry smirked into her neck. This was too good of an opportunity to pass up. He got the chance to fuck with Dumbledore while getting a bit of revenge on the Lupins. This would only be the beginning. He wouldn't stop until all of them were utterly ruined. First though, it wouldn't hurt to get a little compensation for the wrong-doings that had been heaped upon him.
"I don't know, my dear," she heard him say as his hand slid up her thigh and onto her lower belly. His hand suddenly turned south, and his fingers dipped under the waistband of her panties. When his fingers touched her hard and throbbing clit, Tonks couldn't help but moan. "Perhaps I'll be more agreeable in the morning after a long night of fun. Don't you think so, Nymphadora?" Harry smiled into her neck before lightly nipping at her skin.
Tonks bit her lip and squirmed while his fingers played with her swollen clit. Hearing his question, she nodded her head wildly without caring what she was agreeing to. After that, he pinched her hard clit, and it felt as if pure pleasure had been channeled through the stiff nub. It traveled into her pussy and all over the rest of her body.
"FUCK!" Tonks screamed and arched her back. Her pussy began fluttering and squirting violently into her panties. Losing control of her powers, her tits suddenly inflated from C-cups to massive J-cups. The growth caused her dress to split in the front, and her massive udders spilled out.
Seeing her fantastic tits burst from her ruined dress, Harry eagerly buried his face between them. Immediately, he was surrounded by warmth. Her breasts were bigger than his head and easily encapsulated him. Tonks's body thrashed and bucked out of control as Harry continued to use his wandless magic on her sensitive and swollen clit. His fingers were vibrating as he rolled the hard nub between them while pumping his magic into her body. He was motorboating the hell out of her newly formed milkers, licking and sucking on every inch of skin that he could.
Tonks's eyes were twitching so badly from the intense pleasure, that she didn't even realize that she had been flipped onto her back until the front of her dress was ripped off of her body. It wasn't until her heels were tossed aside and her panties were lying on the floor that she remembered what was to come. When the Count removed his clothes, and she saw the size of the beast hiding in his trousers, she silently begged that her husband would forgive her for enjoying it as she was penetrated deeply with a single powerful thrust. Instantly, her pussy clamped down on him, and she began cumming again. He had her legs spread wide open like a dirty whore as he brutally fucked her over and over. Tonks cried out even as her inflated tits continued to slap her in the face. Shrinking them wasn't an option. She was too far gone to be able to reliably use her powers. Her body had a mind of its own. Right then, her pussy was constricting to virgin levels of tightness. The Count's moan told her all that she needed to hear. He was loving the sensation of her cumming pussy wrapped around his thrusting cock.
"Is my cock better than your husband's, my dear?" he suddenly asked as he draped one of her legs over his shoulder and held the other one flat against the bed. His fingers found her clit once again, and he began rolling her clit while working it with his magic. That mixed with his massive cock battering her poor g-spot had her cumming harder than she ever had.
"YES!" she screamed. "MUCH BETTER!"
Harry chuckled as pussy juice sprayed out in every direction. Her pussy choked his fat cock as he pushed all of the way in and seeded her. What Tonks didn't know was at that moment, her husband was having a bit of a romantic encounter of his own, all set up by the generous Count of Montefeltro.
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