Pillow Fight

A/N: I’m sorry that the update in this has been so long in coming! I’ve been very busy with midterms and battling a horrendous cold! I’m terribly sorry! Thank you all for the reviews! Please review more! I like to here comments and critiques of my work!  Yes, yes, Hermione will make her debut soon enough, I promise, but not just yet! Read on! ¡Por favor!

Remus Lupin’s heavy slumber was interrupted by the slamming of his bedroom door. His eyes rolled sleepily in their sockets but were forced to focus on the bright pink of his girlfriend’s hair as she flounced down onto the mattress. “Oi! Bugger up!”

“What’s your problem love?” he muttered. His tongue was not quite moving to the fullest of its extent and his words were garbled, sounding a bit like he was talking with large bits of pillow in his mouth. “Tonks, love what time is it?” he asked. Limbs tingled and he stretched, practically howling a yawn as he shifted over to embrace her, but she pushed him away, sitting up.

“I’ll tell you what my bloody problem is!” she spat. “Molly bloody Weasley is my problem!” She didn’t care if the woman was pacing around outside their door. “And it isn’t her so much as— oh sod it, nevermind,” she huffed. It wasn’t really Molly’s fault for interrupting; it was Severus Snape’s fault for making a situation to interrupt. Crossing her arms over her chest, she swiped the pillow out from under his head and fluffed it twice before forcing it under her own.

With an ‘oof’ Remus’ head fell to the bare mattress. “Now what did we do that for?” he asked, trying to hold his tongue.

“Do you wanna—”

“No.”

“But I’m horny as hell!” Her protest was whiny, almost childlike as she slid her hands under the covers and to tried to grab his hips.

“You’re something, Tonks,” he muttered and rolled onto his side, eyes settling back to shut as he draped an arm over her stomach. Consciousness was a state that Remus found difficult to maintain in the middle of the night, despite her loud intrusion. An unintelligible string of words slipped through his lips but she couldn’t make heads or tails of what ‘Horny sleeping Cornish pixies’ was supposed to mean.

Getting up from the bed, she tossed the pillow back on him, though the sleeping werewolf seemed to take no notice. Tonks began to pace in a circle until she threw open the nightstand drawer, reached inside, and pulled out a long, thick, pink, ribbed vibrating wand. There was a moment’s hesitation as she lied down on the floor by the full length mirror and pulled down her panties, exposing her glistening sex to her reflection.

“Gonna do it right here then, you wanker?” her mirror self smirked. “Go on, I get a show then…”

“Sod off,” she hissed and pushed the long wand up into her with a bit of a moan and a shudder. But her patience wasn’t in it and just a few hard thrusts later she pulled the wand out of her cunt, spelled it clean and tossed it back into the drawer, even hornier than before, and even less calm about it.

Grabbing a silk robe from her closet, Tonks threw it carelessly over her figure and slipped out of the room, none to quietly.

***

In his exhausting endeavors, Severus had drifted off to sleep before warding the door to his bedroom, thus it came as a very startling surprise when the door swung open and banged loudly against the wall. Frightened, he jumped from the bed, banging his head against one of the four posters and tumbled in a sprawled jumble of sheets to the hardwood floor with a heavy thump.

She did her best not to laugh, kicking the door shut with her foot, watching as he scrambled through the sheets. “I swear I had nothing to do with it!” he growled, still unable to draw his head out from the tangled cotton. “And whatever those wretched girls of yours are saying I swear I’ll administer Veritaserum to them myself if I have to!” With a rather ungraceful grunt, Severus burst through the sheets, pointing his hand at her, not quite realizing that he was not holding his wand.

“That so?” Tonks smirked, her arms crossing over her chest. Taking a step toward him she eyed him carefully, the man was stark naked, and not exactly covered. “You always sleep in the buff?”

“You always come barging in on people in the middle of the night?” he spat. Pulling the sheets up around his waist, he managed to cover his lower half and get to his feet all in one graceful motion. He narrowed his eyes at her, her florescent pink hair a bit hard on his eyes. “What do you want?”

“Why are you so grumpy?”

“Let me come to your room, beat your door down and wake you up and let’s see how not grumpy you are,” he hissed. He balanced forward on the balls of his feet for a moment. She was up to something, but what he couldn’t tell. Perhaps she wanted to blackmail him for the evening’s earlier events, and if that was the case, he needed to find his wand.

Tonks took another few steps toward him until she was standing just in front of him, her lavender eyes level with his chin. There was something strongly sexual about the man in front of her. Even if she hadn’t seen his tongue lapping at the young redhead’s cunt earlier in the evening, or watched his raging boner grow before her eyes; she knew there was something dangerously erotic about him, and that made her legs tremble.

Her tremble did not go unnoticed before his black orbs. “Why are you here?” His voice was firm, almost stern as he tried to catch her eyes with his own. “Nymphadora…” Letting her given name slip over his lips, he reached an arm out and gripped her upper forearm, fingers pressing firmly into her flesh. “Why are you here?” he repeated.

Her lips parted to speak but before she could form a good coherent sentence, she squealed, nearly yelped, her body falling forward against his. Her left nipple was stinging, burning with pleasure on the cusp of pain, his finger tugging on the sterling silver ring through the material of her pajama top. With a rough flick of his wrist, he released his hold on the ring and pushed her back.

Tonks, caught off guard by the sudden shove, and never having been prided for her grace and balance, tumbled over her arse and onto the floor, landing hard on her bum. Severus took this opportunity to adjust the sheets around his waist and climb back into his bed. “If you find you are in need of a floor on which to sprawl might I suggest one that isn’t in this room,” he sneered and pulled the sheets up to cover his chest, settling into the squishy mattress. It was just a touch too soft for his tastes.

“What did you do that for?” she fussed as she tried to stand up without falling forward. Failing miserably with the task at hand, Tonks found herself tumbling forward toward the foot of his bed. “Oi!” she shouted, “Wotcher!”

Severus growled as the top half of her body, flailing arms included, fell forward onto his feet. “You ridiculous woman!” he bellowed. “How did you ever pass Auror training?” Kicking his feet until they were out from under her, he sat up and glared down the bed at her.

“What?” she flashed him a lopsided smile, and then frowned, realizing it was more an insult than anything else. She lifted her leg and started to climb up onto the bed, but slipped and nearly tumbled off, grabbing his leg for support. He growled. “Sorry,” she muttered, face flushing just a bit. Perhaps coming to his room to seek out an outlet for her sexual tension was not such a good idea. She hadn’t really known what to expect, perhaps a good shout with the man would rile her blood enough to be able to return to her room and wank.

She had not desisted in her ascent to get into his bed. “What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” he hissed, gripping the sheets tighter around his figure.

“You yanked on my ring! It bloody hurt!” she snapped. Tonks was now kneeling at his side, arms on her hips. “It wasn’t very nice.”

“You barge in here, wake me up, fall on top of me and expect me to be nice?”

“Let’s get something straight, Severus, I did not barge in here, I slipped in here, your door wasn’t locked or warded. It wasn’t even closed all the way and you were the one that woke yourself up, shooting out of bed like I was a band of Death Eaters come to attack you!”

“A band of Death Eaters certainly would have been quieter,” he muttered and rolled his eyes before glaring at her. “Are you quite finished?”

“No I’m not quite finished!” she huffed. Severus waved his hand at her, rolling his wrist around and turning his palm at to her, signaling her to continue. A silent moment sat between them as she blinked her eyes a few times. “Ok, now I’m finished.”

With a heavy sigh his eyes met the inside of his skull once more. “Merlin be damned, what did I do to deserve such torture?” Glancing skyward he groaned and then shook his leg, trying to jar her from her unstable perch at his side. “Foul female, out of my bed!” he spat.

“You pinched my ring!”

“So bloody what?” He fumed, crossing his arms over his chest. “You were leering at me, or doing some other distinctly feminine eye thing. It was disturbing.” With a shove he pushed her shoulders back, trying harder to push her from his bed. Why couldn’t he just be left to sleep in peace?

Her body wobbled, arms flailing, as she began to pitch backward, but she pushed her chest forward and succeeded in falling flat across his lap. “Oi!” she yelped, feeling his hand come down hard on her arse as she was inadvertently splayed out across his thighs. “Quit smackin’ me ya big bat!” she yelped, struggling to get away from his stinging hand. “Have you gone mad?” Tonks scrambled as best she could off his lap only to fall nearly all the way off the bed, legs still draped up over his knees.
“Either get your arse into this bed or get out of my room, you insufferable clumsy girl!” he shouted, gripping her calves as he yanked her upright.

“I’m not a girl and I most certainly will— what?” She blinked, as she was hoisted up onto her knees. Her eyes went wide as his words sunk into her head. But before she could find the words to express her disbelief, she was pulled harshly down onto the mattress. “Oh!” she cried.

“If you won’t make up you’re mind, I’ll make it up for you,” his hiss echoed in her ear as he roughly gripped her, one hand on her shoulder, one hand on her hip and suddenly flipped her over onto her stomach, one hand putting just enough pressure on the base of her neck to make her wince ever so slightly.

“You’re hurting me…” she whimpered, arching her back up trying to move his hand from her neck.

“And you like it.” He whispered, lips dancing at the edge of her ear. His fingers trailed down her spine, until he held the hem of her robe in his palm, tugging it up to expose her flesh to his hungry eyes. If she was going to insist on interrupting his night, he was going to make the most of it. He’d seen the girl deal out pain, and handle it quite well; this would be a treat for him. “Tell me now that you don’t like it and I’ll stop. I’ll let you walk back out through that door…”

Her eyes were clenched shut; her face hardened in a defiant scowl as he kept his steadily pressured hand on her nape. His lips curled into a smirk. Tonks stayed silent; she would not leave his bed and he would be able to give in to his baser urges, the drives that were almost unspeakable. If she could learn to love the mishandlings of the wild wolf, she could certainly handle his sexual demons.

To Severus Snape, piercing one’s body was nearly as bad as marring it with ink, however both forms of scarification had been shown to him in such a pleasing and erotic manner that he was hardly one to complain as he pulled her robe roughly up over her head. She’d come seeking him out, and although he’d nearly been asleep, he’d been restlessly stirring, trying to fight off another on-coming erection, for visions of Ginevra Weasley and her raunchy tattoo had not yet evaded his mind.

“You stabbed your flesh with silver,” his breathy whisper was once again at her ear, as he stroked his other hand down her spine, watching her tremble. “How does your mate feel about that?” His lips curled into a smirk as he sucked her earlobe into his mouth and bit down hard, almost willing blood to spurt forth from the tiny nub of squishy flesh. She whimpered, but the sound quickly grew into a moan, her legs tensing. “You’d have to be a masochist in order to love that wolf…”

“You seem to have no trouble playing the role of sadist…” she spat, struggling against him.

Severus chuckled, wrapping an arm under her waist and hoisting her up onto her knees, pushing her bum into the air. “Bad girl,” he muttered and smacked his hand hard against her arse. The pale globe giggled as his palm made contact with her creamy skin and she moaned; half whimpered cry of pain, half sob of pleasure. “You’re a whore…”

“You’ve yet to pay me.” Her cheeky comment was rewarded with another hard slap on her bum, his bare hand against her other cheek and again the mixed sound of pained pleasure escaped her lips. “I want— I want a—”

Leaning far forward over her shoulder he pressed his lips against her left ear, his long black tresses hanging down and tickling her neck. “Pixiedust,” he licked the curving shell of her ear. “A single utterance will end this game…”

“Get off me,” she hissed. Hook, line, and sinker, he was going to have this wickedly kinky, if a bit clumsy, witch at his command. She would not submit, but he would have her. He’d often heard murmured whispers and silenced snippets of conversations about her sexual dissatisfaction. Remus was rough, but only just so, she begged for kink and in his human form he was far too shy and prudish to really give it to her, but days before a full moon he was often savage. It was never quite what she was looking for, or so he had heard.

He pulled her roughly up onto all fours, the bed was not the best place for what he intended to do, but he was raging hard and she was beneath him. Two hands thrust her thighs apart. She was dripping, coated with her sweet nectar, ready to receive his throbbing shaft, but her trembling thighs gave him a much sweeter idea. “You’ve been a bad girl, Nymphadora…” he hissed, lowering his lips to the top of her right arse cheek. Sinking his teeth into her flesh, he bit her, hard, much like the vampire that most believed he was.

Severus could hardly keep his jaw locked as he longed to moan with her, the painful pleasured cry as she bucked trying to wrench her flesh free from his teeth. He sucked hard, satisfied by the tiniest droplet of crimson coppery fluid as it dribbled onto his tongue. “Mmm,” he growled, and licked the bite mark before pulling her cheeks further apart. “I think I see my prize…”

Tonks froze eyes wide. “No!” Her pride was too swollen to utter the safe word he had given her, what sort of submissive wimp would she be if she did? But she’d never been had there, not even in Remus’ wildest throes of passion. “Don’t, please!” she begged, but knew that pleading would do her no good, only the safe word would stop him.

“Oh, yes…” Raking a hand over his stiff member, he waved his hand and muttered a few near silent words and in his hand appeared a tube of clear gel. He was cruel, and the thought of practically raping her arse enticed him, but he wasn’t completely heartless. Squirting a more than generous amount of the stuff into his palm, he coated her rim with the lubricant, feeling her shiver and buck against his finger. “Relax, it’ll only hurt more if you— perhaps you’d like it to hurt more,” he teased, giving her bottom another rough smack and watching as her pucker clenched tight.

“Severus! Please don’t do this! I’m— no— please—” her whimpers were near hysterics and it only made his cock throb with the need to force himself into her tight hole. Her pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears as he stroked his throbbing member with the stuff before pressing his tip at her rear entrance. “No—”

A sharp scream escaped her lips as he pushed himself deep into her tightness, it was unlike anything he’d ever felt. A virginal channel, tight and his for the taking and he growled, settling himself full inside of her. He could feel her body heaving against his, her muscles tightening around him, and he could only imagine her breasts were rising and falling just as heavily. Severus nearly lost control as he pulled all the way back out and thrust in, a bit slower this time.

Tears had pricked at her eyes but the painful sensations were ebbing away as the pleasurable ones took over. And then she gasped, two long, slender fingers were sliding in and out of her dripping sex. “Oh,” she moaned.

“Dare me to stop now,” he hissed and began to throttle into her, harder and harder. He could feel flesh sliding against flesh and his body was tingling as he used one hand to finger fuck the writhing beauty beneath him, his thumb rutting around in her folds hitting her clit every handful of strokes. Severus brought his hand down hard on her arse. “Make me come…” he growled.

Tonks whimpered, trying to buck back. It was a foreign but pleasurable sensation that was streaking through her body. He was hitting a spot somewhere deep inside her with every rough blow. The tension building between her legs was mounting and the more he spanked her, the more difficult it became to hold herself up. So many sensations, she was overwhelmed. Trembling and quivering, she could feel her climax building. “Please— gods!” she begged.

She shattered him; her tight clenching muscles on his erection and his fingers, they brought him so very close. Pulling his fingers out of her sex, he gripped her throat, choking her tight and he could feel her crunching him tighter, the loss of oxygen forcing her into a spell binding climax. With two more heady strokes his seed burst forth, animalistic growls escaping his throat. Severus felt her collapse beneath him, panting and gasping, forcing his member out of her tight arse.

It took much control not to collapse atop the girl like a dog. With a heavy hand, he scooped her up almost effortlessly and flipped the girl onto her back. She did not resist or even attempt to protest. Severus raked his eyes over her trembling body. Her eyes were closed, her chest heaving, the marks around her neck distinctively shaped like his hands.

The perky silver rings shone in the dim light of the room and he licked his lips, dipping his head to suckle on one. Tonks opened her eyes, gazing at him. “Wha— what are you doing? Ooh…” she whimpered, feeling him tug her nipple with the ring held between his teeth.

He wasted no time thrusting his fingers into her sensitive throbbing sex. She had come but she had sacrificed a bit for him. His baser needs were satisfied at her expense, though she hadn’t seemed to mind, no utterance of the word had come from her lips. Tugging harder on her silver loops he began to harden at her moans, and before long he was plunging into her, soft slick flesh gripping on him.

“Gods! Gods!” she cried, arching up beneath him, his lips still firmly attached to her nipple and he was tugging a bit harder than before. “Severus! Oh god! Severus!” It amazed even her that she had so little difficulties uttering his name, though it wasn’t that far off from Remus, just a syllable and a few letters.

The man above her was wild, his hair swishing about her chest as he rode her, pumping into her, biting and tugging at the silver ring that was threaded through her hardened pebble of a nipple. Her eyes widened and her whimpers turned from pleasurable to painful. “Stop! Stop!” she cried, but he was lost in his strokes, and could hardly feel her nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders.

In and out, hotter, tighter, slicker, yes, yes! Yes! He roared, slamming hard into her, the silver loop around his tongue, sweet metallic syrup filling his mouth as his second climax ripped through him. Somewhere in the back of his mind came the whimpering sounds of an injured animal.

As the high settled, he pulled back from her breast and licked his lips, blood covering them. The silver ring was still fast around his tongue and her whimpers grew softer as she brought her hand up to her bleeding breast. Tonks laid still, like a sack of fleshy mush, chest heaving, with each breath a bit more blood trickled down from her torn flesh.

It took him a moment to focus his vision on the crimson that was flowing forth from her, and then he pulled the ring from his tongue. He hadn’t meant to be that rough, but it was difficult to control himself once the demons possessed him. The taste of blood left him longing for more, but he pulled himself completely away from her and closed his eyes for a moment.

Too proud to apologize, and still rightly justifying that she had not uttered the word, Severus leaned forward and laved his tongue over her ripped nipple, his body shivering at the ecstasy that met his tongue. It was a sick practice, the lust for blood, but she did not push him away. Her hand fell limply against his head as she panted, his lips sucking on her breast, like a new born babe expecting milk, only the crimson fluid fed him well.

Tonks whimpered when he pulled his lips away. Severus stood from the bed, his naked but shapely arse facing her and she smiled in appreciation though he couldn’t see it. He walked to the nightstand and gathered his wand in his hands, muttering a few spells to clean the wound on her nipple. Kneeling over her, he held the silver ring between the pebble of flesh and slipped it back in, muttering a spell that allowed her nipple to close over the loop, as if he had not ripped it from her in the first place.

“It’s happened once before,” she muttered. Tonks let her eyes fall closed, and she felt him sink down on the mattress beside him. “Not quite like this, but once before…”

A long bout of silence fell across the room, Tonks laying there with her eyes closed and him leaning against the headboard just watching her breasts rise and fall with each shallow breath, the silver rings still glinting in the darkness. He’d nearly nodded off when her words roused him. “How did you know?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“To choke me…how did you know?” her voice was soft, almost unheard.

“Something I’d heard…”

“He refused to do it…” she opened her eyes, and turned onto her side to look at him.

“I know.”

“He never want to er— well, you know, he never wanted to do that either,” she blushed a bit.

“Why, Nymphadora, I believe your cheeks are trying to rival your hair…” he ran a hand roughly through her spiky locks. She narrowed her eyes at him and scowled, she absolutely hated her name. He, however, much to her chagrin, seemed to like it, or at least liked to annoy her by pretending to like it.

“I should go,” she said and moved to stand up, eyes scanning the dark room for her robe.

“It’s over by the nightstand,” he said.

Tonks nodded and moved to fetch her robe. She’d slipped back into it by the time he’d settled back into the bed, sheets covering him once more. He had no intentions of walking her to the door, she’d managed to find her way in she could find her way out just as easily. The young woman stopped at the foot of his bed, leaning against one of the four posters, almost losing her balance, but catching herself before she tumbled onto the mattress. Severus released his held breath when she did not fall.

“May I kiss you?” she asked, almost quiet like, as if she hadn’t really meant for him to hear, despite staring directly at him.

He contemplated it for a moment. Women and kisses, it was such a romantic thing, why did they all want to kiss? But after what he had done to her body, he would deny her that simple request. With a subtle nod he crawled to the end of the bed, not wanting her to try and come forward and injure herself while doing so.

Soft luscious lips enveloped his; her velvety tongue was timid as it traced his lower lip. Her kiss was sweet, chaste, and very submissive. Fitting, he thought as she brushed the back of her hand gently against his cheek before pulling back.

Her lavender eyes had faded to a dull blue grey color and the bright pink spikes had deflated into longer stick straight mud-brown locks that fell just at her shoulders. She seemed a bit shorter than normal and her hips were a bit wider, though her breasts stayed exactly the same.

“All natural,” she said sweetly and then turned away from him heading toward the door. He watched her shrug her shoulders and the brown tresses seemed to shrink and point as they turned to bubble gum shards that protruded from her head. The more slender made up version of Tonks turned her head back over her shoulder. “Night then,” she muttered and waved a little goodbye before slipping back out of his bedchamber.

Severus sighed. “Women,” he muttered aloud to no one in particular. His cock was limp, aches and pains were slowly starting to seep through his muscles and creep through his limbs. With a lion’s yawn he slithered back under his sheets and lay on his stomach, waving his hand at the door, pushing it shut. He was too exhausted to ward it.