A Dutiful Wife. Tom/Molly
Molly, her plump figure draped in modest robes the color of sunflowers, was humming a cheerful tune as she stirred the pot of stew over the fire. The aroma of simmering vegetables and meat wafted through the cozy kitchen, filling the air with a warmth that seemed to cling to the very walls of The Burrow. Her ample bosom heaved slightly with each stir, her thick thighs pressing against the fabric of her robes as she shifted her weight. Her nails, painted a soft lavender, tapped rhythmically against the wooden spoon.
Suddenly, a loud explosion shattered the peaceful atmosphere. Molly's head snapped up, her eyes wide with alarm. "Arthur?" she called out, her voice echoing through the house. Dropping the spoon, she rushed towards the back door, her heart pounding in her chest.
Outside, the crisp winter air bit at her cheeks, but she barely noticed. Her eyes scanned the yard, taking in the sight of her children playing Quidditch. Bill was shouting instructions, his voice carrying over the cold breeze, while Charlie laughed, his breath visible in the chilly air. The twins, Fred and George, were engaged in a heated debate, their voices blending together in a cacophony of sound. Ron was chasing after the Quaffle, his robes flapping behind him, and Ginny was cheering from the sidelines, her hands cupped around her mouth.
Molly's gaze finally landed on Arthur, who was emerging from the shack, a dazed expression on his face. His robes were singed, and his hair was standing on end, but he appeared to be unharmed. "Arthur, what in Merlin's name happened?" Molly exclaimed, rushing towards him.
Arthur looked down at his wife, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Just a little mishap with a Muggle artifact, dear," he said, his voice light. "Nothing to worry about."
Molly's eyes narrowed, but before she could respond, an owl swooped down, dropping a letter into Arthur's hands. He unfolded the parchment, his eyes scanning the contents. Molly watched as his expression changed, his smile fading, replaced by a look of shock.
"Arthur?" Molly asked, her voice soft. "What is it?"
Arthur looked up at her, his eyes filled with disbelief. "It's from the Ministry," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "They've suspended me."
Molly's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes widening in shock. The sounds of the children playing faded into the background as the weight of Arthur's words settled over them. The letter fluttered in Arthur's hand, the Ministry's seal stark against the parchment, a harsh reminder of the reality they now faced.
Molly's eyes scanned the letter, her heart sinking with each word. She looked up at Arthur, her expression serious. "Ye can't just go stormin' into the Ministry, Arthur," she said, her Irish accent thick with concern. "They won't listen to ye, not when they've already made up their minds."
Arthur ran a hand through his singed hair, his frustration evident. "But Molly, I can't just sit here and do nothin'," he protested, his voice rising. "This is me job we're talkin' about!"
Molly stepped closer, her hands reaching up to straighten Arthur's collar. Her nails, painted a soft lavender, stood out against the black of his robes. "I know, Arthur," she said, her voice softening. "But maybe it's best if I go. I can talk to them, explain things. I've got a way with words, ye know that."
Arthur looked down at her, his eyes searching hers. Molly could see the worry in his gaze, the fear of what this suspension could mean for their family. She reached up, cupping his cheek in her hand. "Trust me, Arthur," she whispered. "I can handle this."
Arthur sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "Alright, Molly," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll take the kids to Aunt Muriel's for the day. Maybe a visit will do us all some good."
Molly nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "That's the spirit," she said, giving Arthur a quick peck on the cheek. "Now go on, get the kids ready. I'll see ye all when ye get back."
As Arthur turned to leave, Molly watched him go, her mind already racing with plans. She knew she had her work cut out for her, but she was determined to do whatever it took to save Arthur's job. Even if it meant bending a few rules along the way. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the task ahead. Whatever happened, she knew she had to succeed. For Arthur, for their family, she would do whatever it took.
Molly watched as Arthur and the children disappeared down the path, their breath visible in the cold air. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. She knew she had to look her best if she wanted to sway Tom Riddle, the Minister of Magic himself.
Turning back towards the house, Molly made her way upstairs to their bedroom. She opened her wardrobe, her eyes scanning the rows of modest robes before landing on her favorite yellow dress. It was a daring choice, the fabric hugging her curves in all the right places, but she knew it would do the trick. She slipped out of her robes, her ample breasts spilling forth, her thick thighs jiggling slightly as she stepped into the dress. She smoothed the fabric down, admiring the way it accentuated her hourglass figure.
Sitting down at her vanity, Molly began to apply her makeup. She painted her lips a soft pink, her eyes smoky and alluring. She brushed out her red hair, letting it cascade down her back in soft waves. She slipped on a pair of yellow heels, the color matching her dress perfectly. Finally, she painted her nails, both her fingernails and toenails, a bright yellow to match her outfit. She held out her hands, admiring the way the color popped against her pale skin.
Standing up, Molly gave herself one last look in the mirror. She knew she looked good, the dress hugging her curves, her breasts threatening to spill out of the top. She could see the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric, and she knew that Tom would too. She smiled, a wicked glint in her eye. She was ready.
The Ministry of Magic was bustling with activity as Molly strutted through the halls. She could feel the eyes of men and boys alike on her, their gazes lingering on her curves. She held her head high, her hips swaying seductively as she made her way towards Tom's office. She knew she was drawing attention, but she didn't care. She had a mission, and she was determined to see it through.
Finally, she reached Tom's office. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She raised her hand, her yellow nails tapping lightly against the heavy wooden door. She waited, her breath catching in her throat as she heard footsteps approaching from the other side. The door creaked open, and there stood Tom Riddle, his dark eyes boring into hers. Molly smiled, her heart fluttering in her chest. It was time to make her move.
Molly stood at the door of Tom Riddle's office, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat of his gaze through the heavy wooden door, and she took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. She raised her hand, her yellow nails tapping lightly against the door.
"Come in," Tom's voice called out, deep and authoritative. Molly turned the handle, pushing the door open. Tom was sitting behind his desk, his dark eyes boring into hers as she stepped into the room. She could feel his gaze lingering on her curves, taking in the way her yellow dress hugged her body.
"Minister Riddle," Molly said, her voice soft and submissive. "I'm Molly Weasley. I believe you know my husband, Arthur."
Tom leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving hers. "Ah, yes," he said, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Arthur Weasley, the man who can't seem to keep his hands off Muggle artifacts."
Molly's cheeks flushed, but she held her ground. "Yes, Minister," she said. "I'm here to talk to you about his suspension. I was hoping we could come to some sort of arrangement."
Tom's eyes narrowed, and he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk. "And what sort of arrangement did you have in mind, Mrs. Weasley?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
Molly took a deep breath, her heart fluttering in her chest. "I'll do anything, Minister," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, I need my husband to keep his job."
Tom's eyes flashed, and he stood up, his chair scraping against the floor. "Anything, you say?" he asked, his voice cold. Molly nodded, her eyes wide with fear and anticipation. Tom walked around the desk, his eyes never leaving hers. "Very well," he said. "Drop to your knees, Mrs. Weasley."
Molly's breath caught in her throat, but she did as she was told, her knees hitting the cold stone floor. She looked up at Tom, her eyes wide with awe as he began to unbutton his robes. She gasped as he pulled out his cock, her eyes widening at the sight of it. It was massive, at least twelve inches long and thicker than her wrist. She couldn't help but compare it to Arthur's small, pureblood cock, and she felt a shiver of excitement run through her.
Tom smirked down at her, his eyes dark with lust. "Crawl to me, Mrs. Weasley," he commanded, his voice cold and authoritative. Molly hesitated for a moment, but then she began to crawl, her breasts jiggling and bouncing with each movement. She could feel Tom's eyes on her, watching her every move, and she felt a thrill of excitement and fear course through her. She had no idea what was in store for her, but she knew one thing for sure - she was at Tom Riddle's mercy, and she would do anything to save her husband's job.
Molly's eyes widened as she approached Tom, her breath hitching as she took in the sheer size of his cock. She could feel the heat radiating from it, the scent of his arousal filling her nostrils. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and she saw the cold, authoritative gaze that sent a shiver down her spine.
"Go on, Mrs. Weasley," Tom said, his voice low and commanding. "Take it in your mouth."
Molly hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. Then, she leaned forward, her lips parting as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. She could barely fit it in, her jaw stretching wide to accommodate his girth. She began to suck slowly, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting the salty precum that leaked from the tip.
Tom let out a low groan, his hands coming to rest on her head, his fingers tangling in her red hair. Molly could feel the power in his grip, the way he controlled her every movement. She began to bob her head, taking more of him into her mouth, her lips stretching wide around his shaft.
She could feel the texture of his skin, the veins pulsing beneath her tongue. She could taste the musk of his arousal, the scent of him filling her senses. She could hear the wet sounds of her mouth on his cock, the slurping and sucking noises that filled the room.
Molly's breasts heaved with each breath, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her dress. She could feel the heat building between her thighs, her own arousal growing as she sucked on Tom's massive cock. She looked up at him, her eyes watering as she took him deeper, her throat opening to accommodate his length.
Tom's grip tightened on her hair, his hips beginning to move, thrusting his cock deeper into her mouth. Molly gagged slightly, her eyes watering as she struggled to take him all in. But she didn't stop, she couldn't stop. She was determined to please him, to do whatever it took to save her husband's job.
"That's it, Mrs. Weasley," Tom growled, his voice thick with lust. "Take it all. Show me what you can do."
Molly moaned around his cock, her hands coming up to grip his thighs, her nails digging into the fabric of his robes. She could feel the power in his muscles, the strength in his body. She was at his mercy, and she loved every second of it. She sucked harder, her head bobbing faster, her tongue working feverishly to please him. She was lost in the moment, lost in the sensation of his cock in her mouth, lost in the power of his control. And she knew, in that moment, that she would do anything he asked of her.
Molly's mouth worked feverishly on Tom's cock, her jaw aching from the effort of accommodating his massive size. She could feel the saliva dripping down her chin, the wet sounds of her sucking filling the room. Tom's grip on her hair was firm, his hips moving in rhythm with her bobbing head.
Suddenly, Tom pulled her head back, his cock slipping from her mouth with a wet pop. Molly looked up at him, her eyes wide and watering, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Tom's eyes were dark with lust, his lips curled into a smirk.
"Not so fast, Mrs. Weasley," he said, his voice cold and commanding. "I want you to jerk me off while you suck my balls."
Molly hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. Then, she reached up, her hand wrapping around his thick shaft. She could feel the heat of him, the pulsing veins beneath her fingers. She began to stroke him, her hand moving up and down his length, her grip firm and steady.
Tom let out a low groan, his head falling back as he enjoyed the sensation of her hand on his cock. Molly leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to lick the sensitive skin of his balls. She could taste the musk of him, the scent of his arousal filling her senses. She took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking gently, her tongue swirling around the delicate flesh.
Tom's grip on her hair tightened, his hips bucking as she sucked and licked his balls. Molly could feel the power in his body, the way he controlled her every movement. She continued to jerk him off, her hand moving faster, her grip tightening as she felt his cock grow even harder in her hand.
"That's it, Mrs. Weasley," Tom growled, his voice thick with lust. "Just like that. Don't stop."
Molly moaned around his balls, her own arousal growing as she pleasured him. She could feel the heat building between her thighs, her pussy growing wet with desire. She sucked harder, her hand moving faster, her grip tightening as she worked to bring him to the edge.
Tom's breath came in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he approached his climax. But just as Molly felt him on the brink, he pulled her head back, his cock slipping from her hand. Molly looked up at him, her eyes wide with confusion and desire.
"Not yet, Mrs. Weasley," Tom said, his voice cold and commanding. "I'm not ready to come yet. And remember, I'm the one in control here."
Molly nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body trembling with anticipation. She knew that Tom was in charge, and she was willing to do whatever he asked of her. She was his to command, his to control. And she couldn't wait to see what he had in store for her next.
Tom looked down at Molly, his eyes dark with lust and power. He reached out, his fingers tracing the neckline of her yellow dress, the fabric clinging to her curves. Molly shivered at his touch, her breath hitching in her throat.
"You've been a bad girl, Mrs. Weasley," Tom said, his voice cold and authoritative. "Your husband has been meddling with Muggle artifacts, and you've been letting him. It's time you were punished for that."
Molly's eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she was at Tom's mercy, and she was willing to do whatever he asked of her. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with submission and desire.
"Yes, Minister," she whispered, her voice soft and submissive. "I deserve to be punished."
Tom smirked, his hands moving to the straps of her dress. He gently slid them down her shoulders, the fabric falling away to reveal her large, creamy breasts. Molly's nipples hardened under his gaze, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Tom's eyes lingered on her breasts for a moment before he continued to strip her, the dress falling to the floor, leaving her in nothing but her yellow heels.
Molly stood before him, her body trembling with anticipation. Tom's eyes roamed over her, taking in every curve, every inch of her naked flesh. He reached out, his hand cupping her breast, his thumb brushing against her nipple. Molly let out a soft moan, her body responding to his touch.
"Bend over the desk, Mrs. Weasley," Tom commanded, his voice cold and firm. Molly hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking to the desk. Then, she turned around, her hands gripping the edge of the desk as she bent over, her ass on full display.
Tom let out a low growl, his hand coming down hard on her ass. Molly yelped, her body jerking forward at the sudden impact. Tom's hand came down again, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the room. Molly could feel the sting of his hand, the heat spreading across her skin.
"You're a cheating pureblood slut, Mrs. Weasley," Tom growled, his hand coming down again and again, each spank harder than the last. Molly cried out, her body writhing under his assault, her knuckles white as she gripped the desk.
"Yes, Minister," she gasped, her voice filled with pain and pleasure. "I'm a cheating pureblood slut. Please, punish me."
Tom's hand moved lower, his fingers brushing against her wet pussy. Molly moaned, her body pushing back against his hand, desperate for more. Tom chuckled, his fingers teasing her, spreading her wetness around her clit.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you, Mrs. Weasley?" Tom said, his voice filled with amusement and lust. "You like being punished, don't you?"
Molly nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes, Minister," she whispered. "Please, make me cum. Make me cum like the slut I am."
Tom's fingers moved faster, his thumb circling her clit as he thrust two fingers deep inside her. Molly cried out, her body convulsing as she came, her juices squirting out of her, coating Tom's hand and the desk beneath her. Tom continued to fuck her with his fingers, his hand coming down hard on her ass as she rode out her orgasm. Molly screamed, her body shaking as she came again and again, her juices flowing freely, her body completely at Tom's mercy. She knew she was his to control, his to punish, his to pleasure. And she loved every second of it.
Molly lay bent over the desk, her naked body trembling with anticipation. Her yellow heels clicked softly against the stone floor, the only sound in the otherwise silent room. She could feel the cool air against her skin, the heat of Tom's gaze burning into her. She knew she was completely at his mercy, and the thought sent a thrill of excitement and fear coursing through her.
Tom stood behind her, his massive cock in his hand, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass, the red marks from his spanking still visible on her pale skin. Molly shivered at his touch, her breath hitching in her throat.
"You're a dirty little slut, aren't you, Mrs. Weasley?" Tom said, his voice cold and commanding. "You love being punished, don't you?"
Molly nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Minister," she said, her eyes filled with submission and desire. "I'm a dirty little slut. Please, punish me."
Tom chuckled, his fingers moving lower, brushing against her wet pussy. Molly moaned, her body pushing back against his hand, desperate for more. Tom teased her, his fingers circling her clit, spreading her wetness around her sensitive flesh.
"You're so wet, Mrs. Weasley," Tom said, his voice filled with amusement and lust. "You're dripping for me, aren't you?"
Molly nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes, Minister," she whispered. "Please, fuck me. Make me cum like the slut I am."
Tom's smirk widened, and he pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, rubbing it up and down her slit, coating it in her juices. Molly moaned, her body trembling with need. She could feel the heat of him, the pulsing veins beneath her sensitive flesh. She pushed back against him, desperate to feel him inside her.
"Not yet, Mrs. Weasley," Tom said, his voice cold and commanding. "I'm in control here. You'll cum when I say you can cum."
Molly whimpered, her body aching with desire. She could feel the power in his words, the control he had over her. She was his to command, his to pleasure, his to punish. And she loved every second of it.
Tom continued to tease her, his cock rubbing against her clit, the head pressing against her entrance but never quite slipping inside. Molly could feel the tension building in her body, the heat growing between her thighs. She was so close, so ready to cum. But she knew she had to wait, she had to obey.
"Please, Minister," she begged, her voice filled with desperation. "Please, let me cum. I can't take it anymore."
Tom chuckled, his hands gripping her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Very well, Mrs. Weasley," he said, his voice filled with authority. "You may cum. But only when I say you can."
And with that, he thrust into her, his massive cock filling her completely. Molly screamed, her body convulsing as she came, her juices squirting out of her, coating Tom's cock and the desk beneath her. Tom continued to fuck her, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, his cock hitting all the right spots. Molly could feel the pleasure building again, her body already on the edge of another orgasm. She knew she was completely at Tom's mercy, and she wouldn't have it any other way.
Molly's body convulsed as Tom thrust into her, his massive cock filling her completely. She could feel every inch of him, the heat of his flesh, the pulsing veins beneath her sensitive skin. She gripped the edge of the desk, her knuckles white as she braced herself against his relentless assault.
Tom's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to ride her, his hips moving in a steady, punishing rhythm. Molly could feel the power in his movements, the control he had over her body. She was completely at his mercy, and the thought sent a thrill of excitement and fear coursing through her.
"You're a filthy pureblood slut, aren't you, Mrs. Weasley?" Tom growled, his voice cold and commanding. "You love being fucked like this, don't you?"
Molly nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes, Minister," she whispered, her voice filled with submission and desire. "I'm a filthy pureblood slut. Please, fuck me harder."
Tom chuckled, his hands moving to her hair, his fingers tangling in her red locks. He pulled her head back, using her hair as reins as he rode her harder, his cock slamming into her with each thrust. Molly cried out, her body writhing beneath him, her breasts bouncing with each movement.
"Your husband is a pathetic little man, isn't he, Mrs. Weasley?" Tom said, his voice filled with contempt. "He can't satisfy you like I can, can he?"
Molly shook her head, her eyes filled with tears of humiliation and pleasure. "No, Minister," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "He can't satisfy me like you can."
Tom's grip on her hair tightened, his hips moving faster, his cock hitting all the right spots. Molly could feel the pleasure building in her body, the heat growing between her thighs. She was so close, so ready to cum again.
"And your children," Tom continued, his voice cold and cruel. "They're just as pathetic as their father, aren't they? Useless little purebloods, the lot of them."
Molly whimpered, her body trembling with each thrust. She knew she should be offended, she should be angry. But she couldn't help the way her body responded to his words, the way the humiliation only heightened her pleasure.
Tom continued to fuck her, his body slamming against hers, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the room. Molly could feel the sweat dripping down her back, the heat of their bodies mingling together. She could smell the musk of their arousal, the scent of sex filling her nostrils.
Hours passed, and still, Tom didn't relent. He fucked her over the desk, his cock never tiring, his body never faltering. Molly came again and again, her juices squirting out of her, coating the desk and the floor beneath her. She was a mess of sweat and tears and cum, her body completely at Tom's mercy.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Tom's body tensed, his grip on her hair tightening as he let out a low groan. Molly felt his cock pulse inside her, and then he pulled out, his hot cum shooting onto her back and into her hair. She could feel the heat of it, the stickiness of it as it dripped down her skin.
Tom released her hair, his body slumping against hers, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Molly lay there, her body trembling, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. She knew she had been thoroughly used, thoroughly fucked. And she knew she would never be the same again.
Molly lay sprawled across the desk, her body trembling with the aftermath of her multiple orgasms. She could feel Tom's cum cooling on her back and in her hair, the stickiness of it a reminder of the intense hours they had just spent together. She took a deep breath, her mind slowly coming back to reality.
Tom stood behind her, his breathing returning to normal, a satisfied smirk on his face. He looked down at Molly, his eyes cold and calculating. "You did well, Mrs. Weasley," he said, his voice filled with authority. "Your husband's job is safe. In fact, I've decided to promote him. He will now be the head of the Department of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts."
Molly's eyes widened in surprise, her heart fluttering with relief and joy. "Thank you, Minister," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you so much."
Tom nodded, his smirk widening. "You're welcome, Mrs. Weasley. Now, get dressed. It's time for you to go."
Molly nodded, her body aching as she slowly pushed herself up from the desk. She conjured a modest robe, the fabric flowing over her curves, hiding the evidence of their encounter. She slipped her feet back into her yellow heels, the click of the heels against the stone floor echoing through the room.
Tom watched her, his eyes lingering on her body, a look of satisfaction on his face. Molly turned to him, her eyes filled with submission and gratitude. She stepped closer, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek. "Goodbye, Minister," she whispered, her voice soft and submissive. She leaned in, her lips pressing against his in a gentle, lingering kiss.
Tom's hand came up to grip her hair, his fingers tangling in her red locks as he deepened the kiss. Molly moaned softly, her body pressing against his, her breasts pushing against his chest. She could taste herself on his lips, the musk of their arousal filling her senses.
Finally, Tom pulled away, his eyes dark with lust and power. "Goodbye, Mrs. Weasley," he said, his voice cold and commanding. "Remember, I'm always watching. And I expect you to be ready for me whenever I call."
Molly nodded, her eyes filled with submission and desire. "Yes, Minister," she whispered. "I'll be ready."
With that, she turned and left the office, her heels clicking against the stone floor as she made her way out of the Ministry. She could feel the eyes of the other Ministry workers on her, their gazes lingering on her curves, their minds no doubt filled with thoughts of what had just transpired in the Minister's office. But Molly didn't care. She had done what she needed to do to save her husband's job, and she would do it again in a heartbeat.
Back at The Burrow, Molly was greeted by the sound of laughter and cheers. She stepped into the living room, her eyes scanning the crowd of her children and husband. Arthur looked up, his eyes filled with joy and excitement.
"Molly, love!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with happiness. "You won't believe it! I've been promoted! I'm now the head of the Department of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts!"
Molly smiled, her heart fluttering with happiness. "That's wonderful, Arthur," she said, her voice filled with genuine joy. "I'm so proud of you."
Arthur stepped closer, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her into a tight hug. Molly could feel the warmth of his body, the strength of his arms around her. She hugged him back, her eyes filling with tears of happiness and relief.
"I can't believe it, Molly," Arthur said, his voice filled with awe. "I thought for sure I was going to be sacked. But the Minister, he listened to me. He understood. He gave me a second chance."
Molly nodded, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. "He's a good man, Arthur," she said, her voice soft and sincere. "He understands the importance of family. And he knows that you're a good man, too."
Arthur smiled, his eyes filled with love and gratitude. "Thank you, Molly," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "Thank you for everything."
Molly smiled back, her heart filled with love and contentment. She knew that she had done the right thing, that she had saved her husband's job and secured their future. And she knew that she would do whatever it took to keep her family safe and happy, no matter what the cost. She was Molly Weasley, and she was a force to be reckoned with. And she would never, ever let her family down.