Chapter 13: The BackBones of the Ministry

— Overlord Potter —

Harry woke up before Romilda did. His arms were still around her, and he would not move them. He was surprised that he didn't even have a boner from the girl snuggling as tight as she did, but he figured he might be too concerned with how she was doing to be in the mood.

It took about an hour for Romilda to wake up, the whole time having been nuzzled into his chest.

Her eyes opened slowly, then tensed when she realized she was hugging someone.

She looked up, and he could feel her relax again. She crawled closer, hugging him with arms and legs, so he was going nowhere. "What happened?"

"Short or long version?"

"Short first."

"Nobody can seduce me away from you."

She kissed his chest, at the random spot closest to her mouth. "Thank you. And sorry for doubting you."

He started rubbing circles on her back. "Don't be sorry. That bitch had you conditioned." He kissed the top of her head. "And she almost had me defenseless. I was almost forced to call in the minions, and that would have forever taken away our chances at subtlety."

She hummed against him. "Sounds like I also need the long version."

He explained the seduction attempt, and how the woman had always kept her wand in arms reach, forcing him to play along until he could wrangle an advantage.

At the end, she replied with something approaching resigned pain. "And after the domination you fucked her, like always?"

"No."

Romilda pulled her head up at that and frowned in confusion. "No?"

"I do important things first. Yesterday, the most important thing was checking how you were doing." Harry stroked Romilda's cheek with his thumb. "So I went to find you, and I'm still right with you. I can decide what to do with y- with that woman later."

Romilda blinked. Twice. Then she rushed forward and gave Harry the most passionate kiss she'd ever given him.

He reciprocated eagerly, moving one hand from her back up to caress the back of her head. After a minute, he pulled back, panting. "Merlin, girl. Are you trying to suffocate me?"

She grinned. "Maybe?"

Harry smiled back at her. "But you feel better?"

"I do."

"Great. I also had some other ideas since I woke up earlier. Let's talk about them while we have breakfast and travel."

"Harry, wait." Romilda swallowed. "I need to apologize. I… I tried to manipulate you earlier. The sex at Hogwarts was just me trying to get on your good side."

Harry pulled her into a hug to show that he supported her without judgment, and she cuddled into him in response.

"Mother always fucked a guy she needed something from. I thought that was just how it worked."

Harry momentarily tightened his hug. "I forgive you, Romilda." He didn't blame her in the first place, but that wasn't what the girl needed to hear. "Now that we both know better, we can do better. Come with me?"

She nodded and got out of bed, Harry following her.

— Overlord Potter —

When they opened the door, a rather exhausted but slightly proud Emily Vane was on the floor, still on all fours.

"Oh, yeah. That's right. I came to check up on you, and I ordered her to 'Stay'. So evidently, she did. You stayed awake all night, monster?"

The woman nodded. "Yes, Master. I couldn't stay on all fours otherwise, so I had to."

Harry turned to his Mistress. "Rom, anything you want to say, rules you want to give her?"

Romilda tilted her head in thought for a few moments. "You are not to have sex or otherwise find release unless it's on my or Harry's order. You will keep a clean, neat house, and always have a place ready for me or Harry, or anyone sent by either. It'll probably be for nothing, but that's a sacrifice I'm willing to have you make."

"Yes, Mistress."

Romilda walked close, then kicked her mother in the side, causing the woman to gasp in pain. The girl hesitated briefly. "Do you know a spell that seals away orgasms?"

"Yes, I do."

"Cast it on yourself, along with a contraception charm." She turned around. "You willing to help me punish her?"

"Rom, the only reason I'm here is for you." Harry smiled at her.

She leant against him for a moment. "Thanks." She tiptoed to kiss him on his cheek, before turning back to her mother. "Heel."

She walked to the living room, with Harry's and Emily's clothes still around.

"On the couch, on your back. Ass on the edge."

The exhausted woman obeyed. Romilda sat on top of her face, looking backwards. "Take her, Harry. Take what she offered you, giving nothing in response."

Harry entered the woman, having spotted the contraceptive charm work. She felt amazingly soft around him, and he closed his eyes for a moment.

Romilda had grabbed her mother's breasts, twisting her nipples almost full circle while telling her to lick faster. The dominated woman tried her hardest, but Romilda seemed eager to see her fail the impossible request.

Harry let her. His Mistress had every right to take her revenge. Instead, he leant forward to kiss his girl, thrusting into the mother. It wasn't much of a punishment to help Romilda vent her frustrations.

He put his hands over hers on her mother's breasts, and started digging his fingers into the delightfully soft flesh, causing her to squirm more from the pain than Romilda's smaller hands had been able to.

She smiled at him in appreciation and kissed him. "Is it ok if I mutilate her a bit?"

Harry shrugged. "What did you have in mind?"

"She never was much of a mother. I want to make that visible by cutting off her nipples."

Harry looked down at the tits he was mauling with his hand, bruising already becoming visible. "Why cut when you can bite?"

Romilda nodded, but closer her eyes. A few moments later, she came, pressing down on her mother's face with her hips. "Ah, that's better. Now, I'll do the biting. Mother, you're not allowed to make a sound." She pulled Harry's hands off the breasts and moved close.

Harry never stopped thrusting into the woman, while Romilda suckled on a breast, looking at her mother with a grin around her lips.

Emily's eyes were filled with a desperate pleading, but she didn't struggle nor make a sound.

Harry could feel a shock go through Emily's body as Romilda bit down and tore off a nipple right as Harry came inside her. The bond tried to make her climax, but the orgasm seal stopped it, reducing her to pained whimpers instead.

Romilda spit out a bloody blob on her mothers' stomach and looked at her. "Eat it. Show me you internalized your sins. Eat it and I will let the other tit whole."

Shaking, the woman reached out, picked up her own flesh, and ate it, chewing and swallowing.

"Seal your wound and make us breakfast."

— Overlord Potter —

Having flood to Malfoy Manor, Lyra was giving Romilda the tour, with Harry tagging along. Romilda still clung to him, but he was perfectly willing to let her for a while. To get her back on her feet, and somewhat because it felt amazing to have a pretty girl so dependent on him.

He knew that they were contradictory, but he figured he could prioritize the first and still enjoy the second.

"Lyra, what rooms are still available for me to take?" Romilda asked.

"Only two are really taken." The blonde responded. "Harry now has the Master bedroom whenever he is present, and Mistress Ginevra has taken the Heir's room next to it, sending Draco to a guest room. Any other is available. What do you consider most important?"

"Comfortable and close to Harry's."

"Very well. The largest, most comfortable are mine, at the far of the master bedroom. The second one is next to the Heir's room, where Draco slept last night. Shall I just show you both?"

Romilda nodded.

They came to a sizeable room. It had an ensuite, a balcony, and a large walk-in wardrobe. It was decorated tastefully, even if the green and silver wasn't really Romilda's style.

"I want this one. But the colors need to change. I prefer red, gold, and black."

"Gryffindor colors? I must ask father how to get those, but I'll ensure it happens."

"Thank you, Malfoy."

"Lyra?" Harry intervened. "There's something else I wanted to discuss."

The girl made a curtsy, knowing that he liked the way it made her breasts sway now that thanks to Ginevra's spell, none of his girls wore a bra anymore. "What can I do for you, Harry?"

Lyra had been one girl Harry had ordered to use his own name. She'd confessed that she'd considered him handsome before she was dominated. Not a full crush, but a mild interest. She'd even masturbated to him. He wasn't exactly sure how much of that was the lure of the fact that she'd never be able to marry anyway, but it didn't really matter. Now that her arrogance was hidden from him and his, she turned out to be kind and personable.

"I want to make you Romilda's handmaiden, at least for the summer. In the manor, you will serve her in all the small ways. Aside from that, you will teach her how polite society goes about things. Romilda's mother had some… odd ideas."

Lyra looked surprised, but didn't hesitate. "Whatever you want, Harry." She turned to Romilda, pretending to be unaware of the fact that it was likely that they'd already discussed it in private. "If it pleases you, Mistress Vane?"

Romilda smiled. "You're not so bad, Malfoy. Call me Romilda."

"You honor me, Mistress Romilda. In the line of the added duties that our Master described, you should call me Lyra. Servants should use titles, while their masters should use familiar names."

"Why familiar names?"

"Historically, only the noble families had family names, and the peasantry didn't. Servants often had no other name, and that grew into tradition."

Harry mostly paid attention to Romilda, but she seemed to improve with the hour. He'd have her stay with the Malfoys for the indefinite future. She'd requested time to think about what to do with her mother, and he'd told her to take all the time she needed.

— Overlord Potter —

Harry's scheme with the Malfoys inviting their business or political associates, and then dominating them, was exceedingly successful. They were making excellent progress through the Wizengamot. It saved on potion that the circle in the ritual room remained intact unless cleansed, slightly increasing their speed.

Minister Fudge was now Harry's, as was his fat pink woman of an Undersecretary. She'd given him some convoluted reason of why physical meditation was bad, but he'd told her to do it, anyway. He didn't believe her, but even if she was right, he didn't want to look at ugly people.

But not all accepted Lucius' invites. On Harry's priority list were also the department heads, most importantly Madam Amelia Bones. He had plenty of reasons to want her. For one, she commanded the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, giving him an in with all aurors. Second, she'd been the accuser at his trial, and he wanted to have words with her.

Sure, Lucius has also set him up — veritaserum wasn't poisonous to minors, but he'd spoken softly enough that nobody heard him claim that — but he was paying back already, and would for the rest of his life.

And she had a massive pair of tits. Not quite the most important reason, but to Harry it counted, anyway.

Luckily, Harry had an in. Amelia lived with her niece, Susan Bones was a busty, pretty girl in Harry's year, who he'd dominated. He'd sent her instructions to look for an opportunity.

Apparently, the opportunity had come after midnight. Susan had arrived through the floo, her unconscious aunt over her shoulder. It looked somewhat silly with the older woman being larger, but physical meditation made it possible. Harry had been woken up, and Narcissa led them to the ritual chamber, having slept in his bed along with Ginevra.

Since Ginevra was fond of her sleep, he'd left her asleep, with a note in case she woke up.

"So, Susan. Why at night?"

Susan averted her eyes, opening her mouth, but Harry cut her off.

"Look me in the eye, Susan. No need to be shy with me."

"Yes, Master." She nodded and looked at him. "She always carries two emergency portkeys with her, just in case. I knew she wouldn't in bed. So I pretended to have a nightmare, crawled with her in bed, and stunned her when she fell asleep again." The girl looked around, concerned. "I already had to re-stun her once, so I'm not sure if I'm powerful enough."

Harry smiled at her. "You got her here, and defenseless. That's all that you needed to do. Excellent job." He reached out, groping her large breast through her thin nightclothes, and pulled her close enough to kiss her on the lips. "You've earned some attention from me tonight."

She blushed and almost looked away shyly, but caught herself in time. "Thank you, Master."

They arrived in the ritual chamber, and Harry switched the older Bones' nightclothes away, leaving her naked. He didn't want an emergency portkey going off at the wrong moment. He carefully checked again, and he found a portkey up the woman's pussy. She hadn't survived the blood war by being negligent.

Neither would Harry win his invisible war if he was. He looked to Susan in reproach, but cut her off before she could utter her apology for the second time. "Apologies don't matter, Susan. I know your intent was good and that you'll do better next time."

She nodded in agreement.

Harry drew the runes on the woman and cast his spell. With less resistance than Lucius Malfoy or certain other government officials, she was his. She kneeled in front of him.

"What are your orders, Master?"

"At my trial, did you try to steer to a certain outcome?"

"No. I didn't work the case myself. I just presented the evidence supplied by the investigative aurors, and that was it."

"Hm, very well then. I will still require an apology, though. Let's go back to Bones Manor so you and your niece can… properly apologize to me."

— Overlord Potter —

Amelia Bones presented herself as a hard woman in public, but once out of her clothes in her bedroom, she had plenty of soft spots. Her E-cup breasts were magnificent examples. She was also a tall woman, so Harry was short enough that he could fuck her right in her soft pussy while burying his head in her tits.

Surprisingly, she'd even been a virgin. At first she'd saved herself for after marriage just like tradition dictated, but when her husband had been slain by Death Eaters, she dedicated herself to fighting them. She never really had time for a husband while in the middle of a war, and after the war she'd been busy with her work, having been promoted for her exemplary service.

Susan lay on his back, her own breasts pressed against him while she hugged him. Her hips moved with his, to not obstruct his thrusts into her aunt.

He found it amusing that since he'd fucked Susan back at Hogwarts, the niece had lost her virginity before the fifty-year-old hot aunt had.

The more important fact was that they were both his. After cumming in the older woman's unprotected pussy, he turned around on top of her. A quick sticking charm between the woman's breasts transformed them into the best pillow ever.

Susan immediately caught on to his intention, and guided his cock inside herself, still covered with cum and the pussy juice of her aunt. Harry reached out, this time not grabbing those hypnotic breasts of the redhead. They were almost as big as her aunt's. Instead, he grabbed her firm butt, kneading them as she moved, letting him feel the muscles under his hands tense and relax. She'd cast the bra spell from the Prewitts. It didn't really do the same as a bra, as they could swing freely, but it changed the girl's skin so it would not stress under the weight of her breasts, removing back pain, soreness and all discomfort from it. Where busty muggle women experienced many downsides from their big breasts, a witch with a single spell had none.

It was an amazing view with a girl that busty bouncing on his cock without restraint. Her copper-red hair hung in two braids, one on each side, and both also bouncing around. She had some freckles, though less than Ginevra. While that girl had freckles on her breasts and pussy, Susan's skin was free of blemishes there. Her face was round and open. And currently frozen in deep pleasure as she worked his cock as deep inside her as she could manage.

The soft flesh all around him with that sight was amazing. He pressed his head backwards into Amelia's breasts, which had far less give than their softness would suggest. Susan's buttocks were firm, and her muscles strong as she rode him.

All together, it didn't take long before he filled the redhead with his seed.

Both the woman slightly spasmed from their mirrored orgasms, and Susan gently lay down on top of him, receiving a hug.

And since it was the middle of the night, it didn't take long for him to fall asleep between them.

— Overlord Potter —

Harry woke up to an odd feeling. On one side, he had cold bed instead of warm female. He grunted and turned to the other side, firmly groping the breasts on the one he had left. He opened his eyes and looked around. Susan would have something to explain.

In a few minutes, however, she returned, crawling into bed with him again. He nuzzled into her neck. "Where'd you go?"

She embraced him. "I heard something from Lyra last night, and I got an idea on something I can do for you. But it meant that I had to hop over to learn a spell. But now I can do it, and I'm here for you."

He gently grabbed her breast, gently fondling a nipple, causing Susan to softly moan as she rested her head against his. "And what is that thing?"

He could hear the smirk on her face. "You always said that I got amazing tits and should do more with them. So I decided I would give you breakfast in bed."

She gently pushed him to rest his head on the mostly sleeping Amelia instead of herself. Then she went to her knees and climbed over Harry, hanging a nipple in front of his mouth. "Why don't you have a taste?"

So far, Harry had only really seen the lactating as a sexual thing, but this… Eh, whatever. Worth a try. He could always tell her to go get him different breakfast in bed. He latched on and started drinking. Susan's milk was great, fatty, and not at all sweet. He embraced her, pulling her against him as he drank deeply.

He had to switch breast three times before he was full, and Susan sat down next to him.

"Ok, that made me hungry. I definitely feel like I need breakfast for two now." Susan smiled at him. "No clue if it's because the magic, or natural. Did you like it?"

Harry smiled back. "Not for always, but occasionally… yeah. Your milk is the best I've had so far."

"Thank you, Harry." She cuddled into his side. He put an arm around her. He reached out to Amelia, groping her until she woke up.

She looked at him, so he pointed at her breasts, and then at his cock. She crawled down, and sleepily wrapped her breasts around his cock, and started rubbing around him. She started slowly, but sped up continuously. Harry pulled Susan in for a hug, kissing her while her aunt's tits completely enveloped his cock.

— Overlord Potter —

Harry exhaled as he left the mind of the brown minion. It wasn't that smart, and more than happy to let the Overlord control its movements.

It hadn't always been that easy. Early on, he'd needed the Dark Tower as an in-between to possess his minions. It'd taken him a lot of time before he could do without, and needing to find some darkstone to link up to help the process along had severely limited the number of times he could use possession.

And now, after getting some practice in, it was time to experiment.

Hermione had volunteered. Harry was confident that she would live, and pretty sure that she wouldn't have any permanent damage to her mind, as long as she didn't resist the possession. Normally, that was almost impossible, even if the subject didn't want to resist. But domination changed the story completely.

Probably. It wasn't like he'd ever possessed a human before.

He lay back down on the bed. It was a lot better than just leaving his empty body on some grass while possessing a minion. Also less stiff when returning.

"Hermione, to the middle."

"Yes, Overlord." She walked calmly to the center of the runic circle he'd drawn to ease the transition. He'd just confirmed that it made it smoother with a minion, and he hoped it would do the same for his servant.

He concentrated, letting soul magic pool in the palm of his hand. Then he pulled a trace of his own soul into it. The white of soul magic became green, as it always did for him.

For some reason, it'd take the color of the eyes of the caster. Perhaps that was where that "eyes are the window of the soul" bullshit came from. Eyes were the window to the mind, the soul was… different. Everywhere if you knew where to look, nowhere otherwise.

Then he slung it at Hermione, feeling his soul stretch out without changing shape, approaching her without moving. It made contact.

He felt contact, the warmth of her soul. As soon as they made contact, the dominated soul acknowledged its Master and let him in.

He blinked. Different distribution of weight. He looked around. Right in front of him, he could see his body slack on the bed. He looked down, seeing the swell of Hermione's breasts under her clothes.

It worked. He looked around, seeing her hair whip around as he moved faster than was practical with her haircut. He made a mental note to ensure all girls working for him would bind their hair in any potential combat situation.

He raised her hands, and had to step forwards to balance. Still getting used to it.

"Master, if I may?" That sounded like Hermione. He tried to, for lack of a better word, think aloud.

"Yes?" He answered.

"I don't mean to assume, but perhaps it is useful if I control the body, as I am more used to it? I feel like that is what Voldemort did with Quirrel last year."

Harry thought for a moment, Hermione's hand moving to her chin. "While that sounds useful, Quirrel degraded, and I don't want to risk a valuable servant like you to such a wasting state unless I absolutely have to."

Hermione didn't blush, but he could tell from her soul that the only reason for that was that she wasn't in control of her body.

Harry took a few steps to get used to walking. Hermione's body seemed used to keeping its own balance, much like the minions he was more used to possessing.

Still, the different hipbone and slightly increased leg separation took some getting used to. Hermione's ass was swinging from left to right a lot more than his own. And her breasts put her weight further forward, while her smaller feet made it harder to balance.

Speaking of… he reached out, and had Hermione's hands grab her boobs, gently kneading them. They were very sensitive, but she'd told him recently that they were more sensitive because of the breast enlargement spell. Her nips went hard, and he squeezed them through the fabric of her school robes, shooting soft pleasure through her body, and now Harry's mind.

Not bad at all.

"You spoil me, Master."

"Technically, I enslaved you and made you like it. But yeah, I enjoy possessing you. I'll also have to try other girls, though, to get used at controlling different bodies."

"I always knew you were smart, Harry. I'm glad you finally allow it to surface. My freedom is insignificant in comparison, and a price willingly paid."

"You weren't willing to pay it before."

"Details. I am now, which is what matters. You didn't destroy my mind, merely re-prioritized me. I'm still myself, and I consider it worth now."

Harry released the control over Hermione's body, as gently as he could. He got it to work so smoothly it didn't even hurt to return to his own body.

Hermione staggered and almost fell. He made a mental note to warn his subjects next time he possessed someone.

— Overlord Potter —

Harry was making excellent progress among the darker parts of the Wizengamot, since that was where Lucius could most easily convince the others to let their guard down to a sufficient degree that they could be ambushed and dominated.

An important detail that helped his influence spread was that his servants could seamlessly resume their previous duties. Nobody knew that he was waging his secret war against the upper layer of society. Therefore, nobody took measures against his strategies, and nobody fought against him. It also helped that he could make even the most obedient children betray their parents.

This got him the support of a significant section of the Wizengamot, even if it was by no means a majority. So far. He lacked entrances on the Light side, but decided that that was less important for now — even if only a third of the Wizengamot was willing to bail him out at any cost, he could escape punishment unless the rest was unanimous. The very notion was ridiculous. On an ill day they couldn't even agree whether their formal Wizengamot robes were plum or dark pink.

According to Lucius, that was just silly. They were clearly purple.

Regardless, it made Harry delay his domination into the Light side and the neutrals, who were mostly Dark-aligned but hadn't supported Voldemort.

However, that had turned his attention to another group whose subversion would hinder any future capture of himself — aurors.

And he just so happened to already have their boss under control. Together with Harry and Lucius, Amelia had made a schedule, assigning aurors as bodyguards to the Minister, citing some vague threat. Since the man had always been paranoid, it wouldn't really draw suspicion.

It also required Harry to spend time at the official residence of the Minister of Magic, which was as luxurious as Malfoy Manor, if somewhat smaller and including a hot tub.

Romilda had asked to be allowed to keep him company, and she was loving the hot tub. Since her handmaiden Lyra shadowed her everywhere, so Harry had some pleasant company.

Romilda had perhaps been the most eager to make use of the breast enlargement charms, already being up to C-cup from her former B-cups, and not planning to stop there. With Harry's agreement, she'd ordered Lyra to grow to D-cup, which would complete in little less than a week.

Harry's alarm went off, and he released Lyra's nipple from his mouth. She stepped back in the hot tub and canceled the lactation charm.

"Time, ladies. Aurors will be here in fifteen minutes, reinforcements in five. You know the plan."

The girls nodded, leaving the hot tub directly after him. After a drying charm each, they swiftly dressed. Harry summoned a group of greens, yielding several to Romilda's command. She could reliably lead five. It wasn't much to his hundred-plus, but he didn't have room for that anyway, so he kept it to fifteen.

Aurors weren't teenagers who thought they were safe, nor were they nobles visiting another noble or peacefully sleeping with their children behind walls.

He'd need to ambush them as soon as they took a step inside the residence, and he needed to do it right the first time.

The floo activated, bringing in his reinforcements. He'd ordered Amelia, Lucius Malfoy, Lord Parkinson and Narcissa to be present.

Lyra remained safe in a back room. The adults cast disillusionment charms and hid on each side of the door. Last night, Amelia had visited and warded those locations against the standard auror detection spells, like Homenum Revelio. Harry and Romilda hid under his invisibility cloak, which had turned out to also repel that type of charm. The greens hid around the door, mostly above it to drop down when they sprung the ambush.

A few minutes later, Minister Fudge arrived, flanked by two aurors just a step behind him. He recognized Shacklebolt as the one who had retrieved him from Azkaban when he'd been released. Tonks had been at the Hospital he'd been brought to. Shacklebolt had been gruff, if somewhat distant. Tonks had been a lot more personable. The first was chosen for his high measure of respect among his peers. The second because she was a metamorphmagus, a shapeshifter only restricted to a near-human form. Amelia had recommended her because she could be an amazing covert operations agent for Harry, even though he wasn't blind to her bedroom uses.

He could almost feel everyone tense as they neared the front door. Fudge walked in, the two aurors right behind him. Shacklebolt seemed to notice something, causing Harry's ambush squad to strike while they could.

The aurors were both fast enough to raise a shield, repelling the first wave of offensive magic. However, their numerical disadvantage kept them on the defense against the stunners and shield breakers. Spotting Amelia and Lucius fighting side-by-side didn't exactly help them understand what was going on either.

Harry squeezed Romilda's hand, and they both dropped their green minions simultaneously. Between the auror's surprise and the fact they were already getting overwhelmed, the minions easily wrestled their wands from their hands, causing their shields to fall. Several stunners suddenly hit, and the aurors fell to the ground.

Amelia approached them and verified they were both stunned. Then Harry took off his cloak.

"Success. But they fought for longer than I hoped for, so no getting complacent. Lucius, Narcissa, take them with you to your ritual room." The everlasting circle he'd drawn there freed up a modest amount of potion for domination usage. While he was now dominating faster than he could create potion, he had some stocked up from his holiday with the Grangers.

Romilda and Lyra joined Harry, and they all went to the ritual room at Malfoy Manor. Lucius left, the aurors were stripped, and Harry drew the runes.

He turned Shacklebolt first, then ordering him to return to the Minister's home to finish his shift.

When stunned, Nymphadora's looks had shifted. Her hair had moved from an energetic short cut, to reaching to her shoulders, and had turned a chestnut brown. Her face was mostly the same, if a few more blemishes. Not much more than other girls had, but seeing both in short order made it clear she made herself look prettier than her base form. Her eyes were an unremarkable brown. Her breasts were a rather modest B-cup.

Harry reached out, and he dominated the young auror. When the pain woke her up, her hair shifted colors rapidly, until the domination completed. She kneeled at his feet, and her hair took on its normal shade of bright pink, while shortening to its previous length. Her breasts retracted into her body again, becoming barely noticeable, while her limbs muscled up slightly.

"I am yours to command, Overlord."

"Hello, Nymphadora. Look at me."

She looked up. He noticed her starting to say something, but she aborted.

"What were you about to say?" Even with a naked metamorph in front of him, he was still curious.

"I was about to say that I prefer my surname, but I shouldn't presume to tell you what to call me."

"That is correct, you shouldn't. But you can always ask. However, I won't fully acquiesce this time — Tonks sounds so… boring. And I think you're plenty special, Nymmie."

"As you say, Overlord."

"I do. Now come along to the master bedroom. Also, grow your hair back to length. I prefer long hair while fucking a girl."

Her hair suddenly grew to her ass, also becoming fuller until it formed a curtain that would obscure her as much as a minidress would. "Like this, Master?"

Harry nodded in appreciation. "Yes, like that." He looked down a bit to her chest. "Can you also become shorter than me, which would be nice for a change, and enlarge your breasts?"

She promptly shrank down until the crown of her head barely reached his nose, her boobs growing out to at least DD-cup.

"Oh, the fun we will have together. Not for right now, but if I want you to look like someone else, could you?"

"Yes, Master. If I look at someone while shifting, I can look like them enough that their mother would mistake me for her own. But I often have to guess the parts under the clothes."

"That won't be a problem at least most of the times. Not that I won't ever send you on infiltration missions, but you're mostly mine for sex."

She smiled. "I hope I can do that to your satisfaction, Master."

"Oh, you're a metamorph, so I have full confidence."

She averted her eyes slightly. "But I don't have any experience, Master. I'm still a virgin right now. Being a metamorph doesn't teach me how to please you."

He waved her concerns away. "No worries, you'll get it soon enough, I promise. And variety is the spice of life, and you have plenty of variety."

She smiled in relief. "Thank you, Master. If you appreciate it that much, then I'm glad to be a metamorph."

They entered the bedroom, and he moved over to the girl, still short, and grabbed her by the breasts. "Not a blushing virgin, though?"

"I'm a virgin, but I have full control over my skin color, so I'll only blush when I want to. Would you like me to?"

"Nah, don't bother. Don't pretend and don't suppress it. Now, kneel down." He sat down on the edge of the bed, and with a flick of his wand, his clothes fell to the ground a small distance away.

She kneeled down, eyeing the cock in front of her. She leaned forward, keeping eye contact to see if she was doing good. The auror gave his cock a long lick from his balls to the tip, letting her tongue rub the top a bit. She had excellent muscle control, more than most other girls.

Then her tongue elongated, and she wrapped it around his cock, covering the top.

Her tongue crept down it slowly. Harry panted as he felt a soft, warm pressure slowly envelop his entire cock, the girl still looking him straight in the eyes. She leaned forwards. Her jaw seemed to come loose as his cock, still covered in her tongue, entered her mouth. He felt his cock bend down a bit for her throat, but she didn't even need to remove her tongue to get him full depth inside her, which had to be halfway down her throat at least.

Her tongue started jerking him off, her nose unmovingly buried into his crotch. She didn't seem to have any trouble breathing either. Harry wasn't used to the supernatural combination of tightness and movement, and came in her throat.

He could feel her swallowing his load as quick as it came, although she herself convulsed in the intense mirrored pleasure from his orgasm.

She panted, still with his cock wrapped in her tongue.

He pulled himself further on the bed, his legs for once feeling like jelly. They hadn't for a long time after sex.

"Nymph, you're amazing. Now ride me."

"Yes, Master," she purred. "Any specific requests?"

"Face me, because I want to hold your tits. That's it."

Her tits grew a bit in response. "Well, if that's all…" She climbed up the bed, and guided his cock inside her as she sat over him.

A few moments after she started moving, he felt her pussy constrict, until she was the tightest he'd ever fucked. She became so tight that she had obvious trouble moving over him.

Not that she let it stop her.

Harry groped her roughly, as the girl leaned into him, leaning on his hands with her breasts to pull herself up.

Metamorphs were cheaters in bed, and Harry wondered whether he could ever enjoy another girl again.

"Master, do you want me to become pregnant? I'm confident I can make sure that I do or don't, whatever you want me to."

"As much as I'd like to, I think it'd raise a bit too much suspicion."

She came down hard, and he grunted as her sopping wet, sinfully tight pussy enveloped his entire cock again, pressing against him from all sides.

"Definitely going to impregnate you next year, though." He grunted and squeezed her breasts hard as he came deep in her pussy.

She moaned almost as loud and let herself collapse on top of him. Since she was still short, she barely reached his chin. He embraced her, still inside.

She cuddled into his chest, her breasts shrinking slightly so they weren't in the way too much, but enough that he definitely felt them squashed against him.

"I look forward to it, Master."

— Overlord Potter —

A/N: Next week, we start again with more plot than smut heavy. Sorry for the smut overdose, but Harry was celebrating his freedom and I couldn't quite make myself interrupt him.

A/N 2: I've been spending some time on preparing for a Gamer fic which will start in Skyrim. It may be possible for Chapter 14 to be delayed a little bit.