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Amelia didn't know how to feel as Harry dragged her toward the living room rather than using the perfectly convenient bed. The fact that she left her wand back, which made her even more vulnerable than her nudity and bound hands didn't help.

"H-harry," she stammered, afraid to say too much and reveal the case. Worse, the stammer wasn't something she faked to sound more like Susan, but her actual discomfort.

"Don't worry Susan. Your aunt's day is clearly filled with meetings. We will be alone all day. There's no harm in using the living room," he said. "And, don't forget, you just need to say the safe word to make me stop."

Amelia opened her mouth, but when he tugged her hand hard, only a cry left out. She wanted to admonish him for being too rough, but he clearly expected 'Susan' to be a willing contributor, and Amelia was trapped by her niece's tastes.

She was truly over her head, but she had no one to blame but herself. After all, she was the one with the genius idea to replace her niece. Worse, she had no idea what that safeword was, and she wasn't in a position to guess.

As she arrived at the living room, she was considering whether to stop things before things got too much. Maybe she could spin it off like she wanted to protect her niece, but Harry arrived faster than she expected—

Then, he waved his wand, vanishing his clothes, leaving himself as naked as her, and that thought was gone. She wasn't going to stop. Not when she was this close to another taste.

He pushed her onto her knees, and Amelia allowed it, even though she mocked herself for her weakness. She was the Minister, and before that, the head of magical law and a badass Auror. She shouldn't be this weak.

But she was.

As she ended up on her knees, her new tits dangling, she just opened her mouth, and he pushed his shaft into her mouth. "Now, minister, are you to surrender," he said.

And, Amelia froze for a moment, thinking that she had been caught. But, as she raised her gaze, she didn't see any realization, just pure desire. He was roleplaying, she decided, glad that her mouth was occupied to suppress her first reaction.

Considering the state she had caught Tonks, maybe she should have expected it.

She might have been insulted to think that she was a part of their bedroom games, but under the circumstances, it was hard for her to argue she had the high ground. She just opened her mouth wider, accepting the irony of the situation.

It made Harry even rowdier. With a vicious grunt, he pushed deeper into her mouth, invading her throat enough to cut her breathing. Susan must have been working very hard if this was the way Harry invaded her throat.

Amelia had a whore for a niece, not that she had any right to complain considering the way she used her body.

Even as he invaded her throat to cut her breathing, she felt herself lost in pleasure, her cheeks heating up with desire and shame, her mouth as wide as she could manage to allow him to fit even better.

She closed her eyes and abandoned herself to the pleasure, rapidly driving her toward an orgasm. Only once, he pulled out, and it was to use his cock to slap her face, using her like a true Knockturn Alley whore.

She had no complaints.

"Come on, minister, you can do better," he mocked, still roleplaying as she grabbed her hair, pushing against her lips insistently, testing her limits in a way she wouldn't have dared without healing charms.

Then, he used his grip to push her even further down his cock, the tip reaching halfway into her throat. At least, that was what she felt like, but her ability to discern that was impaired by her lack of breathing.

Uncaring of her near-unconscious state, he continued thrusting forward, fucking her face mercilessly like she was just a magic toy. She choked and gagged around, her drool slowly ruining the carpet. But, the more she struggled, the harder he pushed her.

Yet, as the orgasm hit her, in her delirious state, it felt far more spectacular than anything else she had felt in her life.

When he pulled out, she just toppled forward, about to hit the floor, only to be protected by his hands. Then, he untied her hands, making her think that the bound portion was over.

An impression that died just as quickly when he forced her hands to her back, and bound them there, robbing her of even the limited mobility she possessed.

"Now, minister, to the real fun," he said. Her eyes widened at the warning, preparing herself to be penetrated. In her exhausted state, a second was too short for her to react as he grabbed her asscheeks and pushed inside her while his fingers dug into her even perkier flesh.

His cock invaded her. Her wetness made it easier, working much better than any preparation she could do, but still, his thickness was overbearing. A loud moan left her throat, making her glad that she was wearing the guise of another.

It would have been shameful for a minister to make such a sound.

Or all the other sounds that followed as his thick cock filled her to the brim, each thrust stretching her even further. Bound and helpless, Amelia tried to enjoy and endure. The first part worked perfectly.

The second part, not so much.

Her moans were already turning delirious when she felt a spell hitting her, one that sent a sudden sense of freshness in a certain part of her anatomy, followed by a finger slipping into the same part.

Her ass.

Amelie was glad for her disguise once more because it gave her an excuse not to say anything rather than making a tough choice between the pleasure promised, and the joy of the moment.

A decision she doubted that she could make as he rocked her world, ruining her with pleasure while she enjoyed her bound state even as her arms started to hurt — especially as he used them as handles to fuck her even harder.

She enjoyed it so much that she felt a sense of loss when he stopped gripping it, but once again, it proved short-lived, replaced by a fresh wave of excitement as he grabbed her hair, pain adding an excellent edge to her pleasure.

Her only trouble, was suddenly there was not enough air for her. She breathed desperately, her gulps not enough to sustain her intake, or it was how she felt as another orgasm hit her, leaving her trembling with the explosion of pleasure.

He didn't even stop his merciless ramming, compounding her pleasure further and further. She lost her sense of time as he pumped harder and harder. She shuddered, hating just how good his reckless invasion was feeling.

Impaled from behind, she found herself clenching even harder around his girth, her body trying to make up for decades of denial.

"Take it, whore," he exclaimed as he slapped her ass hard enough to leave a mark. She just took it, enjoying every second as she was fucked from behind, occasionally being choked, whimpering every time another orgasm hit.

She lost sense of time.

She shouldn't have done so. A voice in the back of her mind told her so, but the pleasure was thick enough to drown that voice. And, what did it matter if she enjoyed a bit of pleasure and avoided a few hours of her incredibly busy work?

She deserved it.

Then, her arm twitched, a sensation that she couldn't blame her pleasure for. It hit her hard enough to remind her of one important detail.

Polyjuice had a time limit, and she just hit that.

"H-harry, I need to go," she gasped, ready to leave. Not permanently, she knew that she couldn't just abandon the pleasure she was feeling. But she could leave enough for another dose.

"Not without the safeword, Susan," he said even as he pushed even harder.

"No, please. I need to —" she started, only for a spank to interrupt her, her moans rising unbidden. Worse, the panic made her tighten even more, triggering another climax, one that didn't mix well with the aftereffects of the polyjuice.

Luckily, she was similar enough to Susan that the shock was easy to process. However, still, it was enough for Harry to pull back and watch. She buried her head to the couch, hoping that, somehow he would fail to recognize her, or miss the effects of the polyjuice.

A foolish hope, she knew, but bound and away from her wand, that was her only hope.

"Oh, minister, what a surprise," Harry said, with a tone that Amelia failed to identify.

Never in her life, Amelia felt this weak, this humiliated…

And this aroused.