Fantasy

FANTASY

“Remus, tell me one of your sexual fantasies.”

Nymphadora Tonks’ pink spikes poked out of the blanket at his shoulder. Her eyes (blue today) gazed intently up at him as though she had asked about the weather outside headquarters. The man addressed didn’t know what should shock him more, the question or her energy at this obscene hour of the morning.

“Well, I … erm … well.” Her eyes took on a mischievous glint as her hand drifted over his chest and lower. She stroked him gently with her fingertips, but the new sensations coursing through his body made it even more difficult to think of an answer.

“Just tell me, love,” she cooed as she pressed her naked body against his shoulder, nipping at his earlobe and all the while caressing his steadily hardening cock. Whether the difficulty speaking was from his shyness or her ministrations was impossible to tell.

He was only able to whisper one word. “Anal.”

She stopped and sat up abruptly. “Really?” He nodded timidly, fearing her rejection. “Oh, I can do that,” she said with obvious relief, “I thought maybe you wanted me to morph or something. But … yeah, I can do that.”

“Why would I want you to change?”

“No specific reason, I guess. Its just that’s what blokes always seem to want: their idea of perfection.”

“Dora,” he said, guiding her back into the mattress, “you are my perfection. I love you.” He slipped a leg between hers and threaded the fingers of one hand into her hair. When he bent his head to kiss her, she responded enthusiastically. His fingers trailed out of her hair, over her cheek, and lower to cup her breast. She gasped and pressed against his hand.

“Aren’t you going to tell me one of yours now? Its only fair, honey,” he teased, flicking a finger over her hardened nipple. She whimpered as he started kneading the mound of supple pale flesh.

“You,” she breathed, chest heaving under his clever fingers, “dominating me … bondage.”

“Yeah, I can do that,” Remus mimicked, ducking to kiss her once more. Soon they were lost in their mutual pleasure.

***

By the time they saw each other again it was late evening. With his “drinking partner” unconscious on the drawing room sofa, Remus sat staring into the fire, brooding. He didn’t even hear Tonks enter the old house until her voice sounded behind him.

“Hey, handsome,” she said from the doorway, “why don’t you come upstairs to bed?” Before he could turn to look at her she was gone but her footfalls clearly told him she was heading for bed herself. With nothing better to do at the moment, he followed her at a distance.

A few minutes later, Remus Lupin stood frozen in his bedroom doorway. The sight within was enough to stop a charging hippogriff in his tracks. Nymphadora Tonks lay on his bed, naked except for a carefully arranged blanket that stretched from her chest to down between her bent and open knees. When she caught sight of him staring, she giggled endearingly.

“Like what you see?”

Remus swallowed hard, but still couldn’t manage words so he just nodded. Tonks shifted, clutching the strategically placed blanket to her breasts, and pointed to his nightstand. There sat a jar of Vaseline.

Now her intentions were perfectly clear to him. He wasted no time in casting the Locking, Silencing and Imperturbable spells on the door should Sirius wake up at an inconvenient time. She gave him a broad smile as he crossed the room and sat by her hip. He took her hand.

“Dora, are you sure you want to do this? We don’t have too. I could hurt you.”

“Of course I want to. Do you think I would if I didn’t trust you? You won’t hurt me. Besides, I want to see what you think is so great. Then you’ll owe me my fantasy.”

He felt warm confidence building in stomach. Her trust in him always made him more sure of himself, but the way she was looking at him just then made the warm sensations in his stomach change to something else altogether. “Well, I don’t see why we can’t combine them.”

“Oh! Erm, well, I guess so. But, um, will you have everything you need?” Tonks finished lamely, looking worried for the first time that day.

“Honey,” he said leaning close, “we’re wizards, what we don’t have, we conjure.” Before she could respond, he silenced her with a slow careful kiss.

He broke away suddenly assuming an air of business. He slid one set of the four-poster’s curtains shut, blocking her view of the door. Crossing to the other side of the bed, he made a show of flicking his wand to conjure leopard print wrist restraints at the corners.

He watched Tonks’ eyes widen as another, more ominous looking pair of restraints appeared dangling from the canopy. Instead of rings like handcuffs they had concave cradles that would eventually hold her knees. He noticed that she lowered the provocatively positioned limbs in question.

He stood at her bedside, moving his wand in a small circular motion. A long rubbery cylinder with a flared base appeared in his hand. It was bright pink. He smiled to himself at his handiwork. Both the color and the look of nervous excitement on her face were perfect.

“R-Remus, what are you going to do t-to me?” she asked with a quiver in her voice.

“Fulfill our deepest fantasies.”

She sucked in a breath and turned her head to look at him. “Could you be a little more specific?”

“I’m going to put this inside of you,” he motioned to the rubber cylinder, “and in a few hours you’ll be begging me for the real thing. Then I’m going to fuck you five ways till Sunday.”

Tonks swallowed hard. “Can the victim get a last request before you start?” Remus laughed breathily and nodded. “I want you shirtless.” He quickly obliged and sent his shirt and jumper into the same haphazard pile as Tonks’ clothes.

He noted with satisfaction that she watched not her hand being locked helplessly above her head, but the muscles move in his chest as he guided her arm slowly back into the restraint. When they had repeated the same process on her other arm, he surveyed Nymphadora’s position.

The blanket had slipped down her chest several inches exposing her wonderfully molded breasts. Hardened deep pink nipples peaked out over the edge of the stripped pattern. Her chest rose and fell with quick shallow breaths. Her eyes met his with trepidation and arousal.

Running a finger slowly down from the hollow of her throat, he pealed away the blanket revealing her glory. Her arms were stretched towards the corners of the bed and her legs were relaxed but slightly spread. Her dark curls shimmered with wetness already.

He straddled her hips and pressed his naked chest to hers. Slipping his hands under her shoulder blades he kissed her passionately. The muscles in her back rippled as she struggled against the restraints to touch him, but all she could do was return the kiss for all she was worth.

His lips left a searing trail from her mouth to her chest where he paused to torment her breasts. His hands trailed up and down her back as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. She moaned throatily and bucked her hips against nothing.

“Remus,” she moaned, jerking her hips repeatedly, searching for release. She arched against his mouth as he swirled the peak with his tongue and nipped gently.

“You’re just a little whore for me aren’t you, Dora?” he breathed against her, enjoying her torment. “We haven’t even started yet and you’re so ready for me.”

“Y-yes. I want you.”

“Then you’ll get me, baby.” He rolled off her and she looked thoroughly defeated at the loss of contact.

“Hips up,” he ordered, positioning a pillow under her bum to raise it from the tangle of sheets. He firmly grasped one of her legs and pressed it to his chest as his hands wandered freely over it. She shuttered, making her breasts jiggle voluptuously.

He directed her long, toned leg into the restraint and pulled the straps firmly across her calf and thigh. She stiffened at the new development and watched him carefully as he positioned her second leg. Though she didn’t protest, her face flushed with embarrassment at her new position which left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

He crouched at the foot of the bed watching her. Tonks, now almost completely powerless, shifted tenuously. Her wrists twisted in the handcuffs making a quiet melodic jingle with the chain links. Muscles in slender nymph-like legs tensed in the restraints which held them high off the bed and left her spread defenselessly at Remus’ mercy. Wetness dripped from her dark curls.

“Dora,” he murmured, stretching between her legs to nose her breast. “Are you okay like this, baby?” His only response was a variety of strangled moans from the woman beneath him. Chains jangled as her body’s trembling increased. “Relax for me, babe. I’m going use a little magic.”

She swallowed hard and nodded. He pulled off of her and crouched again at the foot of the bed. When he reached for his wand and the pink cylinder, her eyes locked on the canopy and she forced her breathing to become slow and deep. Her rhythm faltered slightly as he summoned the jar of Vaseline from the bedside table.

His fingertips trailed over her thighs and hips tickling and massaging as they made their way between her raised and open cheeks. Thumb and forefinger spread them wider showing her rosebud entrance. Her cheeks tightened ashamedly under his fingers trying to close her exposed crevice, but he held her tightly.

“Shh, Dora,” cooed Remus gently stroking her entrance, “You’re beautiful. So open for me and beautiful. I promise it won’t hurt as long as you relax.” His hand reached for the nearby wand as he continued to soothe her with his words. “There. Just relax. That’s it. Good girl, baby.” He held the wand inches from her and spread his fingers, slowly widening her entrance.

He pressed the wand tip against her, pushing in barely a few centimeters before she hissed and clenched around the piece of wood. Instead of allowing her to force it out, he kept it firmly inside her as he preformed cleaning and lubrication spells wordlessly. Extracting the wand, he waited for the shock of what he had done to pass.

“Baby, you okay?” She nodded in response, biting her lip and steeling her resolve. He held her open again and dipped a thumb in the Vaseline before spreading the clear gel around her crevice and entrance. Tonks tensed almost imperceptibly, but relaxed quickly against his strokes.

He reached again for the Vaseline, this time coating two fingers with the lube. “This is it, Dora. I’m going to push inside this time. You’ll feel my long thick finger stretching you as I fuck you with it. I need you to relax and push against me. Understand, honey?”

She nodded again and he pushed firmly against her rosebud. His finger slid in easily up to the knuckle with her bearing down on him and smoothing the passage. It took her a moment to realize what happened before she clenched tightly around his finger, groaning and shifting her hips in discomfort. She writhed against the restraints and the pressure inside her.

Remus didn’t relent, but continued pressing deeply into her while nipping at the stretch of thigh held still by the restraint. She relaxed slowly, gradually sinking back into the mattress. He slipped another finger into her to much the same reaction. Although she was in obvious anguish at the strange new sensations, she didn’t tell him to stop or take them out.

He waited again for her to relax before he began to massage her passage, pressing gently to loosen the tight rings of muscles strangling his fingers. They too soon quieted and Remus slid his fingers from her warm tight passage to coat the pink rubber cylinder with more Vaseline. It was a little longer than his two fingers though nowhere near the size of his manhood, but he had plans for it and for his Dora.

“Baby, now for the plug, okay? You’ve been so good, so relaxed. Just keep it up. I promise to make it good for you too. Push against me, honey. That’s it.”

She took half of the length before the muscles halted their progress. Her groan died in her throat as Remus massaged her stomach with one hand. The other held the plug in place despite the protesting muscles. With in minutes, she had taken the entire thing so that only the flared base was visible wedged snugly between her cheeks. It twitched sensitively as her muscles seized around it accustoming themselves to the intruder.

Remus cleaned his hands with the abandoned wand as Tonks occasionally moaned in time with her muscles. He recapped the jar of Vaseline and set it on the floor for later use – now he was going to have some fun. A flick of his wand vanished the leg restraints and he lowered her legs back to the mattress before vanishing the handcuffs also.

He climbed up the bed at her side as she lay stunned, seemingly unable to move. He guided her nearest arm down onto her stomach and leaned on his elbow by her head. Her face and hair were wet with perspiration so he brushed her dark bangs away with his fingers. The gesture seemed to startle her into awareness because she looked at him with a glazed expression.

“Is that it?”

“No, Dora, we’re a long way from finished. I still have to stretch you wide enough to take me.”

“How much bigger can it get?” Some of the glaze faded from her eyes at his answer. Worry bled into the sapphire orbs. Remus thought seeing his Dora, the tough and determined Auror, in this vulnerable state was very heady. His pants suddenly felt a few sized too small, but that only intensified his need to control her.

“Let me give you an example.” Before she could protest or move away, his hand twisted under her knee and he preformed a silent Engorgement Charm. The plug swelled inside her, pushing her muscles passed their limit of relaxation.

Tonks arched her hips off the bed as she wrestled with the new pressure inside her. Tears blurred her eyes and every inch of her trembled. She collapsed back against the mattress panting from the exertion. Remus stroked her head, kissing her neck and shoulder until she could manage the new size. Eventually she relaxed and spread her legs to accommodate the erratic pulsing around the plug.

“How does it feel, baby?”

“Big … cold … hard, not like your fingers. It doesn’t hurt, just aches. How much longer until I can get some relief?”

“Lucky for you, I know the perfect remedy,” teased Remus as he bent to kiss her passionately. Fingers tangled in hair before moving on to more interesting places. His hands covered her delicate breasts as hers moved farther south to cup his length through his pants. Soon she was pushing his trousers down over his hips.

His mouth on her nipple, her hands around his cock and the memory of pink rubber lodged in her bum would have sent him over the edge had he not had better self control. As it was he had to roll to his back to escape the overpowering sensations. Tonks didn’t have the same idea.

“Remus, please, I’m so ready for you,” she gasped as she climbed to straddle his hips and made to impale herself on his stiff and aching cock. He pushed her away with more force than he intended and sent her sprawling back on the mattress.

“Tonks, that’s not the point,” he ground out through clenched teeth in an attempt to bring himself back under control. “If I take you now I could stretch you too far. The plug and I would hurt you. It was only meant to take your mind off it and help you relax.”

“But Remus, I’m ready to come. Please!”

“Spread your legs wide.” Tonks quickly followed the instructions but instead of being rewarded with his cock, Remus hooked a leg over one of hers and pinned her shoulder to the mattress with his weight. His strong hand guided her mouth to his before gliding down to her breast and kneading it roughly. She moaned under him and his mouth relieved his hand at her breast.

His hand was now free to wander down her stomach and twine in the curls below. He stroked her moist lips before spreading them and digging inside. His thumb and forefinger found her nub and tortured it until she nearly screamed. They pinched and prodded but refused to find a steady rhythm.

He shifted to reach beneath her and tap the plug again with his wand. However, the growing plug didn’t even register for Tonks as Remus’ thumb finally found that quick steady rhythm she craved. Instead of arching off the bed with pain, euphoria raised her hips to his fingers.

“Did you, um…” Remus nodded, knowing she meant the plug. Instead of a smack or the swat in the arm he anticipated, Tonks leaned over and kissed him gently, gratefully. She rested her head on his chest and allowed him to hold her for a time. “Um, Remus, what now?”

“Well, let’s see how you’re doing. Turn over for me, Dora.” He helped her onto her stomach and spread her legs apart on the wrinkled duvet. His cock twitched at the sight. He would never have guessed that the plug had grown to about twice its size, but the base apparently cleaving her cheeks in two told a different story.

He cupped her bum and spread it wider so he could examine where the plug disappeared into her entrance. Instead of the tight little rosebud she had earlier, the petals were pulled smooth and stretched to what seemed impossibly open. Despite the amazing progress, he still wasn’t sure that it was enough.

He reached for the Vaseline and smeared it around her entrance while he decided what to do. Should they wait and do it again tomorrow? Would she want to? This could be his only chance and he didn’t want to waste it. Tonks was more important to him than anything else and he didn’t want to hurt her.

“Remus, what’s wrong?” Tonks was arching her back to turn and look at him in her periphery. She looked worried and kept trying but failing to see her own bum.

“I still don’t think its wide enough, honey. Before we try this I should stretch you more, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

“That’s ridiculous! I already feel like I have an elephant up there, and no offense dear but you’re hung like a hippogriff, not an elephant.” She looked at him incredulously. “You’re really serious? Well, I don’t believe you.”

“Do you want to see for yourself, baby?” The question stopped her diatribe and made her look distinctly embarrassed. She didn’t answer, but instead bit her lip. “Come on, let me show you.”

He scooped her off the bed and helped her stagger to her feet in front of a full length Ancient Mirror of Black. He conjured another behind them and they stood naked between the two examining their reflections.

“You have a very cute bum, Remus Lupin,” giggled Tonks, eying it in the mirror behind him.

“Yes dear, but I believe yours is the one in question.” He pulled her chest to him so that feet were apart and her bum stuck out directly in front of the other mirror. She clutched his neck for balance and peeked over his shoulder.

Unable to keep his hands still when presented with such a lovely view, Remus slid his hands over her back to massage her cheeks. “See how lovely you are, Dora? See how beautiful with that pink plug? I love you so much, baby.” As though to prove it he kissed and sucked her neck and shoulder without taking his eyes off her reflection.

“You really like me like this, don’t you, love?” she whispered in his ear.

“Yes,” he breathed equally softly.

“Than do it. Make me your size. Tap me, right now. I want to watch it grow in the mirror.”

“Dora – ”

“Do it, Remus. Just catch me if I fall.” She silenced any further protests with a kiss before bracing herself against his strong frame. He summoned his wand. His fingertips moved up and down her sides, occasionally straying to her bum. Tonks breathing grew shallow and her palms sweat against his shoulder blades.

Without warning, he tapped the plug. She gave a sharp cry. Her fingers dug desperately into his skin as the plug grew within her. When it had finished, her knees gave way and she collapsed against him like a rag doll.

He leaned her against the wall and revived her with kisses. The more conscious she became the more enthusiastic were her responses. Soon his mouth was on her neck and his hand was tormenting her nub between her folds. This time, she knew better than to provoke him too much so her hands remained on his chest and she cried out when he stroked her over the edge.

Watching the plug at work had been far more exciting than only seeing the effects. When he tapped the rubber it seemed to wiggle inside her and press against her cheeks cleaving them wider as it expanded. No wonder she was having more trouble than usual standing on her feet.

“Remus, did it work?” He nodded imagining her reflection in the mirror. Another, less pleasant thought crossed his mind: having her collapse against him didn’t seem like a good sign.

“Are you alright? It grew a lot and you passed out. I didn’t hurt you?”

“It was better than the first time, almost good actually. You just surprised me when you did it – I wasn’t ready; that’s all. You didn’t hurt me, I kinda liked it. Do you want to try it now?”

“Let’s give it a few minutes, I think. Give you time to rest and make sure you’re ready.” He pressed a hand to her stomach and massaged slowly with his palm to help her relax. She leaned back on the wall and breathed in time with his hand. After a few minutes he pulled her against him to massage her back. She was breathing quietly on his shoulder when he spoke again.

“You ready for some more bondage?”

Her face, full of worry, jerked up to look at him imploringly.

“Just not like before, please? Remus, that was so embarrassing. You could have done anything you wanted with me and the best I could do was scream. Not that I don’t trust you, it was just degrading. You have no idea what it was like laying there wide open and unable to move. ”

“Dora, you underestimate me. I knew exactly how you would feel. Why do you think I did it? Now be a good girl and come to bed, honey. I promise it won’t be like before.” He carried more than led a still concerned Tonks to the foot of the bed where he helped her kneel up on the duvet.

“Good girl. Now spread your knees as far as you can. That’s it, baby. You’re doing so great. Uhuh. Lean forward, chest on the pillow. Excellent. Look at you, honey. You’re gorgeous. Come on, give me your hands. That’s it. Just relax and lean forward. Good girl.”

“Remus! What are you doing?!”

Tonks screamed in surprise as a pair of fuzzy handcuffs joined one hand to her ankle. Before she could do anything else, two metal clicks told her that her other side was similarly restrained. She struggled from her position face down on the mattress, but her only reward was several metallic clinks of the chains.

“Shh, baby. You’re alright.” He fought to regain control as he looked at her. Her own weight pressed her chest into the mattress. Her feet dangled off the bed and her knees were spread apart as she crouched between them. The plug held her completely open. As if knowing where he was looking her cheeks squeezed the rubber, trying to force it smaller to close herself.

“You tricked me,” she wailed into the duvet. “This is worse then before. I can’t move. I can’t see anything. I can’t even touch you. Please, love, please, let me go.”

“You’re fine, honey, you’re fine,” whispered Remus into her neck. He was leaning over her, holding her down with his weight. His lips, tongue, and teeth left a burning streak of fiery sensations down her back. When he reached her tailbone, wetness dripped from her dark curls.

One hand circled the rim of the plug’s base, making it rock inside her. She groaned throatily while his other hand reached for the jar. Carefully, so as not to stroke himself over the edge, he covered himself with Vaseline. He tapped the plug sharply and it began to shrink. When it reached the original size it practically fell out of her gaping entrance.

Tonks gave a humiliated sob as he held her cheeks open with his palms, inspecting the results. “Please, Remus, please! This is so embarrassing,” she moaned as she tried to writhe on the bed, but his hands held her completely still. Tears soaked her face and ran into the duvet.

“It’s just us, baby girl. There’s nothing to worry about. Relax for me, Dora.” He spread her cheeks uncomfortably wide and traced the muscles of her entrance with his drooling tip. Her responsive shudder told him her humiliation was only fueling her need for him.

“Push against me, baby,” urged Remus as he pushed back. His long, thick cock slid easily inside her. He saw stars. She was so warm and tight. Tonks gave a defeated moan and clenched around his probing appendage. The increased pressure sent his mind reeling as he clung to her hips to steady himself.

Her relaxing muscles brought him back to earth. He rocked ever so slightly and she moaned again. His fingers found her stomach and slid into the dark curls before finding her nub for a third time that night. He rocked and stroked in a steady alternating rhythm.

Gradually he increased his speed and her moans became even more frequent. They were no longer embarrassed sobs, but instead urged him faster and deeper. His finger was coated with wetness and slid between her folds easily. Her hips push back against his thrusts and heat built around them both.

He struggled to control himself until she came screaming his name into the pillow. He felt her convulsing through the thin lining of tissue below him. The tension in her body slackened and he thrust into her strongly, ravaging her entire body with his length. He came with a grunt and collapsed onto her folded and heaving body.

With his remaining strength he vanished the handcuffs binding her and guided her to a more comfortable position on the bed. He collapsed beside her. Trembling, she covered his face with tearful kisses.

“Merlin, Remus, oh Merlin!” she whispered between kisses. “I’ve never – felt anything like – that before. Oh, baby – you were amazing.”

“I didn’t scare you or hurt you?”

“No! It was perfect. You were so gentle and confident, pushing me just far enough. Next time I’ll be ready for more.”

“Next time? You want a next time?” She nodded. “Merlin, Dora, you amaze me.” He kissed her soundly. They broke apart and he nestled her in the blankets, brushing the tears from her face with gentle fingers.

“I think next time I might be ready for you and the plug,” she smiled coyly. Remus’ cock twitched exhaustedly at the thought.

“I’ll see what I can do about that.” They snuggled together under the blankets and drifted off to a tired, yet satiated sleep.