"Alright, alright! Lesson over. I'll make it up to you, I promise," she breathed, her voice dropping into a sultry, low-frequency hum.
She turned to Dumbledore's massive mahogany desk. With a single, violent sweep of her arm, she cleared the surface. Silver instruments, spinning globes, and half-eaten lemon drops went flying, clattering across the floor. She hopped up, her back against the stacks of ancient parchment, and lay back. She hooked her heels over the edge of the desk, pulling her knees wide.
She reached down, her fingersāalready slickāguiding the view for him. "Come on, Williams. Don't tell me I broke you. Show me if you're actually ready to graduate."
Ethan took a shaky breath, his heart hammering against his ribs like a drum. Finally, he thought, after crossing three different worlds, I'm finally going to graduate.
He stepped between her legs, his rock-hard length aligning perfectly against her heat. He didn't rush. He leaned forward, bracing his hands on the desk on either side of her head, and entered her slowly.
The sensation was overwhelming. It wasn't just the warmth; it was the way her Metamorphmagus traits subconsciously reacted to him, her internal muscles shifting and tightening to mold perfectly around his girth. Ethan let out a long, low growl, his eyes snapping shut.
"Oh... Merlin," Tonks gasped, her head falling back against a stack of books.
Ethan's restraint snapped. He reached down, his fingers hooking into the collar of her Auror robes and tearing the fabric down the middle. Buttons pinged off the walls as he exposed her. He didn't stop there; he bunched her skirt up around her waist, discarding the remnants of her lace panties.
He moved with a relentless, primal rhythm. Each thrust was a heavy, visceral impact that sent a rhythmic clapping sound echoing through the high-domed office. He wasn't the "Hand Warrior" anymore. He was a force of nature.
Ethan leaned down, his mouth finding her breasts. He massaged them with a heavy-handed intensity, his thumbs raking over her hardened nipples before he leaned in to bite. Not enough to break the skin, but enough to make Tonks let out a high-pitched, shattered scream that likely reached the Gryffindor common room.
"Ethan... yes! Just like that!"
Her hair was a chaotic, strobing mess of colorsāelectric blue, white, goldāas her control over her shifting went completely haywire. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper, her heels digging into his glutes.
The sound in the room was a symphony of carnal chaos: the heavy thud of the desk against the floor, the wet, rhythmic slapping of skin on skin, and Tonks's ragged, uninhibited moans.
Up on the walls, the portraits reached their breaking point.
"I CAN HEAR THE DESK CREAKING!" Phineas Nigellus wailed, his voice muffled as he tried to bury his painted face in his own velvet chair. "THE LUST! THE HORROR! I AM LEAVING! I AM GOING TO MY PORTRAIT IN THE MINISTRY!"
With a series of whooshing sounds, the frames began to empty. One by one, the former Headmasters and Headmistresses abandoned their canvases, unable to handle the sheer, raw stimulation of the scene unfolding below them.
"Wait for me, Phineas!" Armando Dippet shouted, scrambling out of his frame and into a neighboring landscape of a quiet forest, which was significantly less 'moist.'
Ethan didn't even notice their departure. He was hyper-focused on the way Tonks was twitching beneath him. He could feel her approaching another peak, her internal walls pulsing with a frantic, desperate rhythm.
"I've got you, Pinky," Ethan growled, his hands sliding under her ass to lift her, driving into her with a final, earth-shattering intensity.
[Mission: Graduation from the Hand Warrior ā Status: 99% Complete. Note: Try not to break the desk, Host. It's an antique.]
Ethan ignored the snarky text in his vision. He gripped the edge of the desk until the wood groaned, his muscles locking as he felt the surge of his own release building like a tidal wave.
"Now!" Tonks screamed, her nails drawing long, red tracks down his back.
He didn't pull back. He buried himself as deep as he could go, letting out a guttural roar as he filled her. The golden light of his magic flared briefly in his eyes, a physical manifestation of the power he was pouring into the moment.
They stayed like that for a long time, the only sound being their ragged, synchronized breathing and the ticking of a lone, surviving silver instrument on the floor.
[ Mission Complete: Graduation Successful.]
[Skill Permanent: Adamantine Focus Unlocked.]
[ Stamina: +500% (Calculated: You're going to be a problem, Ethan.)]
Ethan slumped forward, resting his forehead against Tonks's sweat-slicked shoulder.
"So," he panted, his voice a gravelly whisper. "Did I... pass the exam?"
Tonks let out a weak, shaky laugh, her hair settling into a soft, glowing lavender. "Passed? Williams... I think you just rewrote the entire curriculum."
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