Reason and humanity faded away—we were rampant beasts. No, worse than that. We moved from the table to the floor, from the floor to the couch, from the walls to the ceiling—or at least I thought so, because reality became a blur of sensations impossible to distinguish.
We reached climax with every thrust, over and over again, and yet the desire never faded. We did not tire; on the contrary, with each new climax, it felt as if we absorbed each other's fluids to keep going, feeding on what our bodies exuded, as if we grew stronger with every surrender... though even so, everything was covered in our juices.
I don't know when or how, but at some point, I stopped feeling like a separate entity from her. We changed positions, rhythm, intensity, and holes with supernatural ease, crossing boundaries that, under any other circumstances, would have been absurd or terrifying. Pain did not exist—or rather, it had been consumed by pleasure until it was indistinguishable from it. The impossible ceased to be so. Perhaps I really did fuck her brain at some point through her ears—I don't know. Even when the entire decorative vase disappeared into her ass, she received it with even more frantic moans.
To anyone else, this would have been a scene of madness and horror. But for us, it was revelation.
We reached a point where lust devoured us completely, and the physical world faded. In its place, I saw what no one should ever see. I saw the essence of all things. I saw Andromeda's soul shining in the midst of that vortex, trapped and tainted by the same lust that consumed her, twisting her, corrupting her…
And the most disturbing part wasn't seeing her like that. It was the certainty that, if I wanted to, I could devour her soul.
I didn't know how much time had passed. We were still entangled, moving as if the very concept of time had lost its meaning. In fact, I could feel it distorting, stretching and compressing in ways I couldn't comprehend. Had we been fucking longer than reality should allow? Had more time passed inside us than in the outside world?
My body showed no signs of exhaustion, and hers, thanks to me, recovered as fast as it was consumed. And yet, no matter how much I felt like I could go on for eternity, I knew that at some point, this had to end.
Little by little, I took control of the lust. I didn't suppress it, didn't extinguish it, but molded it into something more manageable. Enough so that we could still devour each other, but with the certainty that, eventually, we would reach the end.
What had once been a frenzied madness, an intensity that could have destroyed any body that tried to replicate it, began to subside. The brutal speed with which we had merged gradually eased, until our bodies found a new rhythm—slower, more deliberate. We didn't stop, but we explored another way of surrendering: a union so slow that every touch, every spasm, every tiniest sensation became sharp and vivid.
We were still mating like beasts, but now with the tenderness and intimacy of two lovers who had known each other for a lifetime. With every movement, every caress, every ragged breath, it felt as if we had been made for each other. As if our bodies had always been destined to meet.
When I looked at her again, it was hard to keep seeing her as my mother-in-law. In that moment, Andromeda seemed more like a beautiful bride… or even a wife. The signs of age seemed to blur, making her appear younger than she should be, and yet she retained that intoxicating allure of a mature woman.
Her breasts weren't as firm as Tonks', but they were larger, softer, plushier. Her generous ass trembled with every thrust, vibrating in perfect harmony with my being. Her face was pure fascination—an intoxicating mix of lust and maternal tenderness that made every expression of hers even more irresistible. She wasn't Tonks, though there was some resemblance, but at the same time, she was something more… She was Andromeda… Tonks' mother.
Then, in the midst of all that pleasure, all those overwhelming sensations, a question slipped into my mind.
'…But why am I still thinking about Tonks at this moment?'
I didn't stop my hips. I didn't stop my hands. But the doubt remained, like a shadow whispering in the depths of my consciousness.
...
Tonks was worried. She didn't know why, but something in her chest tightened with a growing unease. With every step that brought her closer to home, the feeling worsened. It was like an uncomfortable tingling spreading through her body, a bad premonition clutching at her insides.
She had gone out to prepare a special gift for her man. Sure, the toys and the outfit for a night of wild sex were good, but now she had something even more meaningful in mind. After receiving the instant Animagus potion, she had finally decided to go through with an idea that had been lingering in her mind for a while.
But now, with every meter that brought her closer to home, her anxiety grew. Her breathing became tense, her heart pounded in her chest, and the weight in her chest became unbearable.
She opened the door. Took a step inside. And in that instant, she knew something was terribly wrong.
It wasn't just the sound. It wasn't just the moans and ragged gasps that, by themselves, were already enough to make her freeze in terror, every hair on her body standing on end as if she were in the middle of a deadly battle. It was something deeper. Something intangible that filled the air. It wasn't just the presence of raw carnal desire… it was something else. Something that polluted the atmosphere with an overwhelming intensity.
She felt it on her skin, in her blood, in her nerves. A scorching heat coursed through her body as she crossed the threshold, a tingling sensation spreading from her brain down to her stomach… and even lower. A shiver ran through her as she realized that her pussy had grown wet the moment she stepped inside.
She wanted to turn around. She wanted to leave. Her mind and reason screamed at her to do it…
But she couldn't.
It was as if an invisible force was pulling her toward the heart of it all, as if the house itself was drawing her in. With every step, her arousal grew against her will, even as her fear and reason fought desperately to keep her sane.
Her feet moved heavily, as if the very air was dragging her forward. Her mind already knew what she was feeling. Her body couldn't deny it. And that only terrified her more.
The moans were clearer now. Too clear. She could no longer pretend she didn't recognize them. But she refused to accept it.
"No… it can't be…"
She kept repeating to herself, desperate. She clung to the possibility that she was wrong. She told herself there had to be another explanation.
Until she crossed the threshold of the room. And then, she saw it.
The most horrifying and repulsive image she had ever imagined. Only slightly less devastating than seeing her own father's corpse.
There he was. Her boyfriend. The man she had dreamed of sharing her life with. Naked, sprawled on the floor with his back against the couch.
And above him… her mother, Andromeda, kneeling, head bowed, devouring his penis with a fervor and devotion only possible in the most die-hard fanatic.
A scream tore from her throat before her mind could even process it.
"MOM!!!" It was a wail that dragged her soul with it, expelling from her body the horror, the betrayal, the fear, and an avalanche of emotions too intense to describe.
I lifted my gaze and saw her. Tonks was there, standing in the doorway, with the most shaken expression I had ever seen on her. Her face was flushed in a blush that couldn't be just embarrassment or anger. I could feel it… her fear, her pain, her suppressed fury. A storm of emotions surrounded her, so overwhelming that even her hair was changing color uncontrollably before my eyes, reflecting the chaos within her.
She stared at me, unblinking, as if she couldn't process what she was seeing. As if her mind refused to accept reality.
She wanted to scream… She wanted to unleash the pain tearing through her chest… She wanted to pull out her wand and make me vomit my own intestines with a single spell… She wanted to lunge at me and beat me until there was nothing left but a bloody pulp of broken flesh… She wanted to yell at me until my eardrums shattered… She wanted… she wanted so many things.
But she couldn't do any of them…
Her eyes turned bloodshot, her breathing became erratic, her body trembled as if she were on the verge of collapse.
And then, the inevitable happened.
Instead of screaming, she let out a moan—deep, aggressive, loaded with a visceral desire that shouldn't have been there.
And she threw herself at me. With desperate hands, she ripped off her own clothes with feverish urgency, as if something inside her had exploded and she could no longer contain it.
The heat of her body devoured her from within, clouding her reason. The hatred, the fear, the betrayal… all of it drowned beneath the insatiable need to become one with me.
Tonks no longer knew why she was angry. All her fury, all her inner conflict, dissolved into a single need: to mount me and mate like an animal in heat.
She didn't care that her mother was there. She didn't care about anything else. She just moved forward with determination, pushing her aside without even looking at her, and found her place on top of me, sinking down onto my dick in one swift motion and riding me with reckless abandon.
Andromeda, for her part, didn't seem fazed either. As if instinct guided her more than reason, she simply found her own place and, almost reflexively, sat on my face, offering herself as an alternative.
The three of us formed a chorus of hypnotic sounds as our bodies moved with ferocity, synchronized in a senseless frenzy. Neither Tonks nor Andromeda seemed aware of the other, or perhaps they simply didn't care.
In that state, reduced to their purest excitement and stripped of all rationality, one of two things would normally happen: they would attack each other, fighting for the chance to monopolize me… or their desire would lead them to fuck each other in a frenzy of lust.
But I was there.
Like a fucking sun of desire, devouring all logic and consuming any other thought that wasn't the desire to possess me.
I attracted them so much that they couldn't even conceive the idea of diverting their attention to someone else. Fighting each other would have been a waste of energy they could use to continue copulating with me.
And at this moment, in this precise instant, nothing else existed in the universe but that.
The exchange of saliva and the release of fluids onto each other only further increased the aphrodisiac atmosphere that poisoned us. Even though the power of [Essence of Lust] had already lost its initial momentum and was now barely a remnant of what it once was, our bodies and minds just kept dancing to the rhythm of unrestrained love."
They traded places, again and again, with Tonks riding me from behind while Andromeda forced me to drink from her breasts. With Tonks trying to fuck my face with her pussy while Andromeda rode me cowgirl. Both of them using my thighs to masturbate while they fought to have one more second of my tongue inside their mouths...
Although it wasn't as unrestrained as when Andromeda and I began our unholy union, it was still intense enough for any human body to collapse under the pressure. Even so, we didn't stop.
Hips collided again and again, kisses multiplied relentlessly, and hands roamed every inch of skin with desperation, as if wanting to tear off a piece of the other and merge into one.
But no matter how inexhaustible the desire seemed, bodies couldn't sustain it forever. Without lust fueling them, exhaustion finally caught up. Although the intensity didn't diminish, the speed and rhythm began to falter.
It didn't matter if it was Tonks or Andromeda: both had reached too many orgasms to count, and each one drained what little energy they had left. Until, finally, the last climax consumed them completely."
They collapsed, breathing heavily, their bodies exhausted and trembling. Their holes, used to the limit, were filled, soaked both by their own juices and by the essence of the young man who had brought them to such ecstasy.
Tonks, barely conscious, still had a trickle of white nectar dripping between her lips as her body slowly slid from the sofa to the floor, without the strength to even keep her eyes open. Andromeda was no different. Her groin was a waterfall of semen that, if not for the magic blocking her ability to conceive, would have spawned a battalion in her womb. Like her daughter, she fell into a deep sleep, a contented, radiant smile on her face.
I didn't feel tired like they did. Not physically, at least. I felt good... but I also felt like something inside me had worn away. As if every time I filled them, a part of my spirit spilled out with them.
I let myself fall as well, and as if we had been synchronized, the three of us instinctively embraced, seeking warmth in the midst of sleep.
For now, we'll immerse ourselves in the warmth of this moment.
Tomorrow, when consciousness returns, all this love will turn into something horrible. When Tonks and Andromeda wake up and realize what has happened…
But for now… I'll just enjoy it.
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