The Beast Within - Chapter 10

The smell of the food was strong enough to block out the almost constant pheromones that Tonks was pumping out. He didn't know if she was doing it on purpose, but it was driving him crazy the longer he was around her. Hestia and Tonks watched with a mixture of awe and amusement as Harry ate more than half the food. He then made himself a few sandwiches. Luckily, Hestia had kept her orders to the dinner options that were meant to serve four.

"Thank Morgana for that exchange rate." Hestia muttered.

"Hm?" Harry asked.

"A poor wizard could be middle-class in the muggle world." Tonks explained.

Harry wondered how would work if the Weasleys swapped over to the muggle world. They weren't as poor as Ron liked to complain about. Raising seven kids, keeping them fed, in clothes, and supplied for school. Plus, hobbies. Even cheap brooms weren't really cheap.

"I don't think that's an option for me." Harry muttered.

Tonks let out a single, loud laugh. Harry arced an eyebrow at her outburst.

"You don't know?" Tonks asked.

"I've seen my vault." Harry nodded. "I get money out for each year."

"You've seen your main vault?" Tonks asked.

"My main vault?" Harry asked in reply.

"The one with family heirlooms and all that." Tonks explained.

Harry shook his head slowly.

"Harry." Tonks sighed. "You're loaded. That's just your yearly allowance. You'd be a rich Muggle with just that vault. The Potter Vault would make you fuck-you rich."

"Fuck you rich?" Hestia gave her partner a flat look.

"How much does that cost? Fuck you, I'm rich." Tonks smirked.

"Good to know." Harry blinked a few times as the thought settled.

He wondered how much it would cost to buy a large plot of land. It could be warded against muggles, stocked with game, and he could have a few houses built. The idea was sound, but he'd be alone. The Great Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. Slayer of the Basilisk. A Dragon Himself was afraid to be alone.

Harry took a long, calming breath. Smoke rolled out of his mouth as he let it out. Hestia and Tonks stiffened.

"Sorry." He blushed and waved the smoke away. "Heartburn."

Tonks let out a little snort of laughter. Hestia slowly relaxed. She gave him a small smile despite her previous tension.

"Thanks for lunch." Harry stood from the table and cleaned up his spot. "I'm going to head back downstairs."

"You don't have to go." Tonks said.

"I want to go for a swim." Harry waved away her concern. "I didn't get to swim much in the lake, and I've only been to a public pool twice."

"Ok." Tonks sighed. "Enjoy. Don't forget a towel."

"Don't need one." Harry winked at her.

Harry hurried down the stairs before Tonks could leave the scent of the food. He stripped down to his boxers before he paused. It was simple enough to cast a charm on them to protect them from the water, but it was still a hassle. They clung to his legs and got in the way. He slipped them off, then added them to the pile of his clothes. Harry made sure to leave them on top as a clear sign he was naked. That way they couldn't claim ignorance when they came to check on him.

The world slipped away once he dove into the water. His thoughts drifted away from the cares of anything beyond the pond. He hoped he could convince Andromeda to get some fish for the pond. It would add a bit of life to the room. That and it would it be fun to chase them in his dragon form. He didn't need to come up for air nearly as often as a normal human should. It was still weird to think that he wasn't human anymore. Well, he wasn't justa human. That made him wonder if magical folk were still considered human. What made them able to use magic? He should mention that to Hermione. She would love a research project.

Hermione.

He hadn't heard from her in a few days now. Things with her were muddled. He loved her, he knew that, but that was a broad term. Did he think of her as a girlfriend, a mate, or something else? Without a question she was pack. They had kissed a couple of times, but that was it. She didn't elicit the same hunger he felt around Molly and Tonks. He hoped that it meant that his instincts would focus on females old enough to actually breed.

If that was the case then all he would have to do was avoid every witch from fourth year up. Fuck. This was his fourth year. That didn't make sense. Hermione was older than him, she should have made his mouth water.

His head broke the water to see Hestia at the edge of the pond. Her expression was stoic, but her scent gave off waves of anxiety.

"Hi." He smiled at her. "What's up?"

"You were under there for over thirty minutes." Hestia crossed her arms.

"Hm." Harry swam closer to her and tread water.

"That's it?" Hestia pinched the bridge of her nose. "Half an hour without a Bubble Head Charm isn't just a 'hm' type of thing."

"I'm still figuring this dragon thing out." Harry stopped when his feet touched the floor.

The water came up to just above his belly-button. He pretended not to see the way her eyes dipped lower. A delicious scent began to overtake her anxiety.

"Dragon." Hestia shrugged. "That works."

Harry nodded.

"Want to join me?" He gave her a roguish smile. "The water is fine."

"Tempting." Hestia rolled her eyes. "I prefer to keep my wand close."

"I won't bite." He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"Funny." Hestia turned and began to walk away.

The whoosh of her movement covered him with a thick wave of her arousal. He launched himself out of the water and landed close behind her. Her wand was in her hand, and she was mid-turn when he wrapped an arm around her waist. He nuzzled the crook of her neck.

"You smell amazing." He purred.

"Let me go." Hestia ordered.

There wasn't an ounce of fear in her scent. Harry couldn't help himself; he took a long lick of the exposed skin of her neck. He savored her taste.

"Potter." She put some steel in her voice. "I said, let me go."

"Say it like you mean it." His voice came out as a rumble.

Heat rushed through his body. His erection sprang to life and knocked against her covered ass. She had worn a dragonhide coat since her arrival. The temperature in the basement garden was too hot for it. He was able to taste the wonderful tease of her sweat.

"Are you naked?" Hestia gasped.

"Very astute, Auror Jones." Harry teased.

"This is your last chance." She warned. "Let me go. Now."

Harry sighed. This time she meant it. He released her. Hestia spun with impressive speed, for a human, and had her wand pointed directly at him. Rather, where he had been. He stepped closer to her, putting them face to face. Her wand arm was outstretched, harmlessly pointing behind him.

"Hestia." He whispered. "I need you to relax."

She flicked her wrist, tossing the wand into the air, and catching it so that it pointed toward Harry rather than away. A stunner collided between his shoulders. The spell rocked him forward. He moved with the force and wrapped her in his arms.

"That stung." He pouted. "Stop."

Hestia struggled in his arms.

"Hestia." He growled. "Stop. Now."

She froze.

"I need you to relax." Harry tried to keep his voice even.

"How can I relax?" Hestia hissed.

"You're sending me all the signals to mount you here and now." Harry had to force himself not to throw her down on the ground right there.

"I just hit you with a stunner." She glared at him.

"Your scent." Harry replied. "I can smell your arousal."

"Oh." Hestia blushed. "That makes sense."

"I need you to do one of two things." Harry closed his eyes.

"What?" Her voice dropped to a whisper.

"Get yourself under control and calmly walk out of here." He took a calming breath. "Walk, not run."

"And the other option?" She asked.

"Kiss me." Harry growled. "Make your choice."

Hestia paused. She pulled away so she was able to look him in the eyes.

"Open your eyes." She said.

Harry did so slowly. The hunger in her gaze sparked a rumble in his chest. She leaned closer and kissed him.

"You have no idea how hard this is for me to ask." Harry spot through gritted teeth. "Are you sure?"

Hestia bit her bottom lip before she nodded. His entire world focused on her.

"Potter!" Hestia gasped as her clothes disappeared.

She stood nude in his arms. Her eyes widened at the show of wandless magic that Harry didn't even seem aware he had used. Harry on the other hand, had been on the edge since last night. He didn't care about anything but the woman in front of him.

Harry grabbed a handful of her hair and puled her close for a kiss. Hestia groaned as he pulled away. He caught her bottom lips with a tug. Harry had enough sense to use his own lips instead of his teeth. It wasn't the full moon. Still, he didn't want to chance it.

He lifted her off her feet and grabbed her surprinsingly plump ass. Harry let out a low growl as he squeezed her cheeks. Hestia wrapped her legs around his torso. His erection slipped perfectly between her thigh coming to rest against her hot wetness. She rocked her hips, running her lips along his length.

Hestia pulled him in for another kiss. This time, she took the lead, attacking his mouth with her own. Harry moaned into her mouth. He shifted slightly until the crown of his cock touched her wet opening. Her kiss paused for just a moment before she continued with even more passion. He rocked his hips, teasing her pussy with the tip while their kiss extended. Harry loosened his grip on her ass just as her tongue started to dominate his. She dropped onto his cock without warning.

Hestia wrenched away from the kiss and let out a wordless scream as he filled her. The swift moment had her take more of his cock than she expected. She had no idea how he could fill her so well. Right now, she didn't care. Her eyes stared blankly into his eyes as her legs shivered around him. He could feel her toes curl against his back.

Harry leaned his head back and let out a long moan. Fucking Molly had been an experience, this was completely different. Her tightness almost too much even with her wetness. He probably would have cum right then and there if he was a virgin. The beast within him took over. His hips began to move on instinct and fucked her through the tightness.

"Morgana! Fuck me!" Hestia screamed.

Harry growled as he bounced Hestia on his cock. His tighten his grip on her ass to aid in fucking her pussy at a punishing pace.

Her hair bounced with each thrust. She continued to scream as she had the hardest fuck of her life. Her tits pressed tight against his chest causing her nipples to rub along his skin in time. He wasn't able to watch them bounce freely, but he enjoyed the feel of their softness against his chest.

The sound of his hips crashing against her body grew louder. He pressed on, fucking her through her first orgasm into another. He focused on the feeling of her tight pussy as it fluttered every time she came. She wasn't a squirter, he wasn't sure if that was actually real or just porn, but her wetness and release from her orgasms had left a mess on his crotch. She let out a little more each time she came.

"FUCK." Harry roared.

He brought Hestia down in one final thrust, sheathing his cock as deep as possible. Her pussy locked down around him as he unloaded his seed into her. His grip tightened on her soft cheeks causing the plump ass to mold to his hands as he held her close.

Hestia let out a soft moan. Her head dropped to rest on his shoulder as she clung to him. Harry kept her close as his breathing started to return to normal. He walked over to one of the carved benches and sat. Hestia gasped with each step as it caused her to bounce on his erection. She let out a tired moan when he sat. The new position of her lazily straddling his lap pushed him deep. She could feel the freshly deposited cum get forced out of her well-stuff pussy.

"Wow." She whispered.

"Wow." Harry agreed. "Another round?"

Hestia's eyes went wide when she realized he hadn't gone soft even after cumming in her.

"Morgana help me." Hestia squeaked.

"We'd have a better chance with Nym" Harry wiggled her eyebrows at her.

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I have a cold. Apologies if it's not up to my usual quality.