Chapter 77 77: Farewell
Ethan pulled back, his chest heaving as he looked down at the wreckage he'd created. The room was a disaster zone—silk sheets torn to ribbons, the heavy musk of sex and sweat thick enough to choke a Dementor. Minerva was draped over the edge of the bed, her glossy cat-suit shredded at the hips and chest, slick with a mixture of his spit and her own frantic leaking. Tonks lay tangled in the pillows, her pink hair matted to her forehead, her chest rising and falling in jagged, shallow gasps.
"You think that's it?" Ethan rasped, a dark, predatory grin cutting across his face. "I still have a few hours left on the clock, and I don't plan on wasting a single second of them."
Minerva let out a weak, shaky wheeze. "Have mercy, Ethan... this old soul... I don't think my heart can take another round of your 'hospitality'."
"Mine neither," Tonks chimed in, her voice a tired rasp. "I think you've officially broken the Auror department, Williams."
Ethan chuckled, reaching into the empty air. His hand disappeared into a shimmering golden rift, and when he pulled back, he was holding two crystal vials filled with a swirling, incandescent gold liquid. The light from the potions danced off the glossy black material of Minerva's suit and the sweat on their skin.
"Don't worry," Ethan said, popping the cork on the first one. "I brought the remedy. This is a Temporal Stasis Draught. Think of it as a hard reset for your biology."
He grabbed Minerva by the chin, forcing the glowing liquid down her throat. She choked for a second, her eyes going wide as the potion hit her system. Almost instantly, the room was filled with the sound of cracking magic. It was like watching a time-lapse in reverse. The fine lines around her eyes and mouth vanished. The silver streaks in her hair bled into a deep, lustrous raven black.
Ethan watched as her breasts, which had been soft and heavy with her fifty-plus years, began to firm up and lift, rounding out into perky, full mounds that strained against the remnants of her suit. Her skin became taut, radiant, and incredibly sensitive.
"Merlin's beard..." Tonks whispered, her eyes nearly popping out of her head as she watched the Deputy Headmistress transform into a woman in the absolute peak of her twenties.
"Your turn, Pinky," Ethan said, tossing her the second vial.
Tonks downed it without a second thought. Since she was already young, the effect was more about raw vitality. Her skin became unnervingly clear, glowing with a healthy sheen. She let out a sharp, energized gasp, her body arching as a surge of magical power flooded her cells. She felt like she could sprint across the country—or take Ethan's dick for another twenty rounds without breaking a sweat.
"I feel... I feel like I'm vibrating," Tonks moaned, her hair flashing a violent, hungry purple.
Minerva looked at her hands, then at her reflection in the dark window. She looked like the fierce, beautiful girl who had first mastered the Animagus transformation. "Ethan... this is... incredible. Thank you."
"What? You think words are going to pay for those vials?" Ethan smirked.
The two witches didn't need to be told twice. They looked at each other, shared a wicked, rejuvenated grin, and turned around in unison, presenting their bare, glowing-red asses toward him.
The Final Midnight Masterclass
Ethan didn't hesitate. He grabbed Minerva's hips, his fingers digging into her now-taut skin. As he guided his thick, pulsing cock into her pussy this time—not the back door—he noticed the difference immediately. The potion had made her searingly hot and even tighter than before, her rejuvenated muscles clenching around him with a frantic, desperate strength.
PLAP.
The sound of his pelvis slamming against her ass was even louder than before. Minerva let out a shriek that was pure, unadulterated pleasure, her head slamming back against his shoulder. Her internal walls were like a heated vice, gripping him with a renewed intensity that made his vision blur.
"You're so fucking tight, Minerva!" Ethan growled, his hands digging into her now-firm breasts, his thumbs raking over her rock-hard nipples. "Like a goddamn virgin all over again. A dirty, cat-suited, raven-haired virgin."
"YES! FUCK ME, ETHAN!" Minerva screamed, her scowl returning, fiercer and more feline than ever. She wasn't just taking it; she was pushing back, her rejuvenated hips bucking against him with a rhythmic power that nearly made him finish on the spot.
Tonks didn't wait to be invited. She crawled over them, her new energy making her movements frantic and rabid. She shoved her face back between Minerva's legs from the front, her tongue working with an energized speed.
Slurp. Shlup. Squelch.
Ethan reached out, grabbing Tonks by the hair and hauling her up. "Change of plans, Pinky. I want to see how tight you got."
He pulled out of Minerva with a wet, heavy pop and flipped Tonks over, shoving her face-down into the mattress. He didn't use lube; her own excitement and the potion's heat were more than enough. He drove into her cunt in one brutal, uncompromising motion.
Tonks let out a jagged, muffled shriek into the pillow. "Oh god... it's so full... Ethan, it's so tight it hurts!"
He began a relentless, ground-shaking pace. Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack. Every thrust was a collision of raw, magical power. He was spanking them both now, his hands flying between Tonks's bare ass and Minerva's exposed chest.
"You're both mine tonight," Ethan hissed, his voice a guttural, demeaning snarl. "Two of the most powerful witches in Britain, turned into a pair of tight, screaming holes for me to fill before I vanish."
He grabbed Minerva, pulling her down so she was on her knees in front of Tonks. "Eat her out, Minerva! I want to see you enjoy the taste of her while I wreck her from behind!"
Minerva, looking decades younger and twice as hungry, buried her face in Tonks's soaking wet pussy. The room was a chaotic blur of plapping skin, high-pitched yowls, and the sharp, rhythmic cracks of Ethan's hands hitting their asses.
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Hours later, the three of them were lying tangled in the ruined sheets. The first rays of the morning sun were beginning to bleed through the window, casting long shadows across the floor. Their chests were heaving in unison, the air still thick with the cooling musk of their final round.
Minerva was draped across Ethan's left side, her black hair spilling over his shoulder, her breathing a series of long, satisfied sighs. Tonks was curled into his right, her head resting on his chest, her hair a soft, melancholy lavender.
"We are going to miss you, you absolute bastard," Tonks whispered, her fingers tracing the Tao Mandala tattoos on his arm.
"Yeah," Ethan said, staring up at the ceiling. "Me too. This world turned out to be a lot more interesting than I expected."
"Me too?" Minerva mocked softly, her voice carrying a trace of her usual dry wit despite the exhaustion. "As if. You'll probably just hop to the next world and find another set of women to corrupt within the hour."
"Indeed," Tonks added, propping herself up on her elbow to look at him. "Can't you just... stay? We've got a whole new world to build here. Dumbledore would give you a permanent chair. I'd give you... well, you know what I'd give you."
Ethan looked at them both, his expression softening. "You already know I can't, ladies. This world wasn't built to hold me for long. The universe is already packing my bags for me."
Suddenly, the cold, snarky voice of the System rang out in his mind.
[ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ]
"Pack it up, interdimensional fucker. The expulsion threshold has been reached."
"Say your goodbyes. We're leaving in 180 seconds. Don't make me drag your naked ass through the multiverse again. It's embarrassing for both of us."
Shut it, you jerk, Ethan thought.
"I have to go," Ethan said aloud, sitting up. "But I set an anchor. This place... it's marked. I'll visit again. I promise."
"Promises are cheap in your line of work, I suspect," Minerva said, though she reached out to squeeze his hand. "But I shall hold you to it."
Ethan stood up, his muscles protesting the sudden movement. He didn't want to arrive back at the New York Sanctum with his dick swinging in the breeze—Wong would never let him hear the end of it. He reached into the air, his hand disappearing into a golden rift, and pulled out his clothes.
He dressed quickly—trousers, shirt, and his heavy leather jacket. He checked his pockets, ensuring the Elder Wand and the other Hallows were securely tucked into his dimensional storage. He looked back at the bed, where two of the most powerful witches in Britain were watching him with a mix of pride, exhaustion, and a lingering hunger.
"Best vacation I've ever had," Ethan said, leaning over to give Tonks a long, deep kiss that made her hair flash a brilliant, fiery orange.
Then he moved to Minerva. He cupped her face, his thumb grazing her smooth, raven-haired jawline. He kissed her with a slow, deliberate intensity, a silent thank-you for the cat-suit and the memories.
Tonks jumped up, throwing her arms around his neck and nearly knocking him over. She kissed him hard, her hair flashing through a dozen colors in a second. "You better come back, Williams! Or I'll track you through the multiverse myself!"
"I'll be back," Ethan promised.
He stepped toward the center of the room. The golden light of the System began to swirl around his feet, rising up like a cyclone of amber energy. The air began to hum with a high-pitched frequency as the world began to blur.
"Goodbye, girls," Ethan said, giving them a final, cocky wink.
"Goodbye, Ethan," they whispered in unison.
With a sudden, violent CRACK of magic, the room was filled with a blinding golden light. When it faded, the silk bed was empty. The Master of the Mystic Arts was gone, leaving behind only the scent of his cologne and two witches who would never look at a second-floor bathroom the same way again.
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