Medicinal Seduction or How to Restore an Auror

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Chapter 4 ~ The Pound of Cure

Tonks stayed in her room the rest of the day. Kingsley spent most of his time working out, and straightening up Headquarters to keep busy and try not to focus on Tonks, and what she was thinking. For the first time in weeks, he didn’t go to her room, but retired to his own. He felt she needed space. It had to be hard for her to realize she had to sleep with him. She had probably never thought about him in a sexual way either. He stripped, and got into bed. Try as he might, he couldn’t sleep. He tossed uncomfortably. Suddenly he heard the door to his room click. He tensed, ready for anything.

The door cracked, and Tonks peeked around the corner. His stomach clenched as she slowly entered the room. She was dressed only in a t-shirt and white panties. She stood there, just looking at him.

“Tonks,” he said softly, “are you all right?”

“I want to get better, Kingsley. I don’t want to be in a madhouse all my life. I trust you to train me. I can trust you to do this,” she said, pulling off her t-shirt and revealing her full breasts.

“Plus, you know what they did to me. You saw it, and you saved me. You killed a couple of them. So I know you care,” she whispered, stepping out of her panties, her eyes filling with tears.

She approached the bed, and the speechless wizard that lay in it.

“I would rather be with someone I know who cares. At least you might get some pleasure from me if I can’t come around. I owe you big. If not for you they would have killed me.”

Completely nude, she climbed into Kingsley’s bed. He lifted the sheets and let her slide under, careful to place them as a divider of fabric, so she didn’t come in contact with his cock too quickly. He had to go slow, be gentle. Tonks moved into his embrace. They lay facing each other. She began to cry in earnest.

“I just want to be better, Kingsley,” she sobbed, “I don’t want them to win. They can’t win.”

Kingsley just held her for a few minutes, letting her cry and preparing himself to take her. She shuddered in his arms, and his heart went out to her for all the pain she was in. Damn Voldemort and his deatheaters. It was time for him to take action. To bring back her joy. He smoothed her hair.

“Let me help you, Tonks. Let me make it better,” Kingsley whispered against the softly sobbing witch in his embrace. He kissed her forehead gently, pulling her closer to him, and caressing her back soothingly. He didn’t want to roll on top of her, it would be too reminiscent of the deatheaters mounting her. He kissed her eyes, her nose, her cheeks before tenderly pressing his full lips against her soft mouth. He nibbled and sucked on her lips lightly until she responded, beginning to kiss him back.

“Yes,” he breathed. “Your mouth is so soft, Tonks. So soft. Kiss me.” Kingsley said, his deep voice growing richer with desire as she opened her mouth to him, timidly pressing her tongue against his lips. He groaned and accepted her in, tasting her warmth for the first time. He fought the urge to deepen the kiss. This was about her, let her initiate more passion if she chose. And she did choose to, exploring his mouth hungrily, her head moving sensuously as she swirled her tongue around his mouth.

Kingsley wanted to feel more of her, and slid his hands gently over her hips and back to the small of her back, pressing her to him. She was heating up under his hands The sheet still remained between their lower bodies and he resisted rubbing his cock against her through it, though it was throbbing, aching to slide inside her softness.

“Touch me more, Kingsley,” she whispered against his mouth. He throbbed, his hands hesitated, but then began to move again, this time sliding over her rounded ass, and sliding up to caress the sides of her breasts. She moaned and arched her breasts into him, and he slid from her mouth to her throat, sucking, licking and kissing it gently as he worked his way down, Tonks gasping now with pleasure as his lips moved over her. She pulled back a little, giving him access to her breasts, and he massaged them as he worked down the hollow of her throat, and over the swell of them, laving first one, then the other with his tongue, while continuing his exploration of her body with his hands. He took a nipple into his mouth and suckled her gently. She groaned his name and his cock went rock hard, extending straight out, pressing against her thigh through the sheet.

Tonks stiffened, but only for a moment. She shifted her body for more contact, rubbing against him as he pleasured her breasts, her hands sliding over his bald head, caressing him. Kingsley’s head was one of his erogenous zones, and he growled against her as she smoothed her hands over his pate. He reached down and slowly pulled the sheet from between them. He stopped his ministrations and looked up at her.

“Is this all right, Tonks?” he breathed as his hard flesh touched her thigh for the first time, the feeling electic, sending shudders through them both. She pressed against his cock harder.

“Yes…it’s good, Kingsley,” she whispered, panting, “you feel good.”

He throbbed against her, his cock swelling even more. He had to have her soon. He dipped his head back to her breasts and applied himself to giving her more pleasure, his hands squeezing her ass and thighs boldly now, familiarizing himself with the curves of her body as he pressed her against him hungrily.. He could feel the heat rising from between her thighs, but didn’t slide his fingers there, as much as he wanted to feel her wetness, test her tightness.

She rubbed her lower body against him, he could feel her soft pubic hair rubbing against his shaft and groaned from between her breasts, as her hands slid from his head, down his neck, over his shoulders and back, to his ass, exploring the muscled indentations in his cheeks.

“You have muscles everywhere, Kingsley,” she breathed, thrusting against him. He could bear it no longer.

“Tonks,” he said her name with a note of pleading, lifting his head and looking into her hazel eyes hotly, “are you ready? Please say you’re ready. I’m about to explode.”

Tonks shuddered at her teacher’s, now turned lover’s pleading.

“I think I am,” she whispered.

Kingsley lifted her leg and draped it over his hip, sliding close against her, shifting downward in the bed. They lay facing each other. He grasped his cock and rubbed his finger over the head of it, spreading the leaking fluid for more lubrication. Then he pressed against her softness with the head, feeling her wetness and her heat.

“Gods, Tonks, you’re so hot and wet,” he breathed.

“Come on, Kingsley,” she moaned impatiently.

He smiled at her insistence, and pushed his head inside of her. She gasped in delight.

“You’re huge!” she gasped.

Kingsley shifted position and slid his whole length inside her tightness, with a groan as she gasped in pleasure.

“Oh, Kingsley!” she cried out his name as he began to gently thrust inside her slickness, her walls caressing his cock deliciously as he rolled, shifting his angle of penetration over and over, eliciting louder and louder gasps of pleasure, pulling her over him faster and faster, biting his lip against his own delight as he slid in and out of her.

“Yes, yes, Kingsley,’ she cried out., “deeper baby, deeper.” She locked her fingers over his head. He began to plunge into her a bit harder, deeper, groaning as he hit her cervix and shifted it. She began to let out little screams now. He grasped the calf of her leg and lifted it, opening her wider to him as he buried himself deeper and deeper into her body. Her tight pussy felt so good around him and he increased his speed, his cock squishing through her juices.

“Shit, Tonks. Shit!” he breathed, pumping into her, her hips meeting his in equal ardor.

“Kingsley, get on top of me please!” She panted, feeling the bubble of need growing inside her, waves of pleasure washing over her body like the tide coming in. Kingsley obliged her, sliding his arms under her thighs and pushing them up, thrusting into her deeply, but trying to hold back the full force of his need.

“Let go, Kingsley…you won’t hurt me. I need you,” she gasped, bouncing under him. Kingsley raised himself up on his arms, looked into her face as he shoved his full length deep inside her, pinning her to the mattress, and she screamed with pleasure, her eyes wild staring into his, her hands clutching the small of his back, her nails digging in. He wasn’t gentle anymore, and began to fuck her thoroughly, plunging his whole length in and out of her, his hips lifting high as he dipped, and rolled and hit her from every angle possible, turned on by the sight of his black cock plunging between her pale thighs. There was something erotic and exotic making love to a fair-skinned woman, and he lost himself in the contrast of their bodies as he plunged into her over and over, sweat running down his body and pooling where they met. He closed his eyes and gave himself over, rolling in her wetness, grunting and cursing under his breath, She was delicious, sweet,
and the thought of probably never doing this again to her made him greedy and merciless. He opened his eyes and watched her bounce under him as he rode her toward release.

Tonks was loving it. Kingsley was so good, so thorough. He touched every part of her, his dark eyes burning into hers, watching her as he fucked her, going so deep he left a sweet ache in the small of her back after every stroke, and even that ache, he made ache more. She had never felt so fully possessed by any man as he filled her to the hilt with his cock, huge, hard and persistent as iron. She was lost to the pleasure of his possession, her hazel eyes drinking in the erotic sight of his beautiful glistening black body thrusting into her over and over again. She had no idea the wizard she trained under for three years could do this to her. She never wanted him to stop. Snape had been right. He was the one to show her how good it could be. Now she was bubbling up, pleasure ballooning, a whole ocean of desire welling up inside her, begging for release. She cried out to him in desperation.

“Kingsley! Oh gods, pleeeease!”

He knew what she wanted, and slammed into her, bursting that bubble of need. She gushed and came screaming, clamping down on him as he continued to plunge as deep as he could, panting her name, pumping into her desperately under he too exploded, shooting a stream of come inside her that seemed to never end, the cords of his neck strained, his face in a grimace of pleasure as he grunted at every jetting spurt filling her heated, pulsing cavern. His mouth fell open as he looked at her, feeling his balls clutching and emptying into her beautiful, shuddering body. Finally, he was depleted, fully drained. He lowered himself gently on to her body, feeling her trembling under him. Sweet, sweet Tonks. Damn.

He kissed her forehead and rolled off of her, lying stretched out on his back beside her, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling. He had done what he had to do, and it was one of the most beautiful, erotic acts he had ever experienced. He looked over at her. She was staring at the ceiling, her hands pressed into her belly, still trembling slightly, breathing heavily, her face flushed and soft with satisfaction. Her hazel eyes turned to him.

“I think I like men again,” she breathed, and slid closer to him. She bent over him and kissed him gently on the mouth, “and I especially like you, Kingsley Shacklebolt.”

Kingsley didn’t know what to make of this. What they had just shared was amazing, but he was only meant to remove the horrible memory of her rape. It wasn’t supposed to go any farther than that. He would go back to teaching her now. That was the right thing to do, wasn’t it? Tonks kissed him again, and nestled close to him, laying her head on his shoulder. He let her lay there a while and then wrapped an arm around her.

“Tonks, you know that what we did, we did in order to help you. We aren’t supposed to continue this…intimate relationship,” he said softly, as his stomach tightened at the thought he would never have her this way again. He had never dreamed making love to Tonks would be such a pleasure.

Tonks raised herself up on her elbow and looked at her teacher.

“You mean to tell me that after that amazing performance, you never want to do this again? I don’t believe it,” she said, staring at Kingsley with a disbelieving expression on her face, “you haven’t even experienced my transformation abilities. They are wild, Kingsley. Don’t skive off on me now that I’ve discovered how sexy you are.”

Kingsley looked at her. She certainly sounded like her old self. She was very persuasive too, not to mention she looked absolutely beautiful to him right now, her hair all tousled and sticking up, her large eyes shining with satiation and still, desire.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t like to do this again with you, Tonks, I just said it wasn’t my intention to take unfair advantage of this situation. To continue would mean I’ve done just that.”

Tonks sat up in the bed, crossing her legs and looking down at Kingsley.

“So what? I fully intend to take advantage of this situation. We are fantastic together. We could fuck like bunnies anytime we wanted. I don’t know about you, but I had one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had in my life tonight. I don’t want to let that go, Kingsley. Can’t we just keep doing this?”

The wizard looked at the lithe, slim, sexy Auror sitting naked next to him. There was nothing he’d like better than to continue this delightful situation.

“I don’t know, Tonks. It might make things strange between us. I am your teacher, after all,” he said, hoping she would kill the argument and give him all the reasons to continue.

“So, you just keep teaching me, Kingsley. Nothing has to change. Just consider this extra sessions. It is a good workout after all,” she gave him the old wry grin.

“Come on, Kingsley,” she said pushing his big shoulder, “you know you want me.”

The wizard snorted back a laugh and smiled.

“Yeah, I guess I do,” he admitted, looking up at her and feeling himself beginning to get aroused again.

She extended her arms plaintively. “So here I am. Take me. I’m yours.”

Kingsley eyed his student soberly for a moment.

Then he did just that.

THE END

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed this little PWP. Thanks for reading and please review.