Bachelorette

Nymphadora Tonks was a very bright young witch.

It was obvious to Remus Lupin that she was intelligent from the fact that she was the youngest Auror in the department. He almost wished that she had been just two years younger, so he could have taught her in school. At the same time, he wished she had been ten years older so he wouldn’t feel nearly as bad about looking at her body every time she looked away.

He had never shared Sirius’s fascination with younger witches, nor James’s teenaged habit of shagging everything that gave him a second glance and looked good in a corset. Remus had, at least, understood this.

What Remus Lupin could not understand was Nymphadora Tonks’s fascination with unattractive men. She was looking at him, of all people.

Nymphadora Tonks was not only very bright, but very determined. She would have him, she made it clear, and there was little he could do to stop her.

Oh, he tried for nearly a year to put her off, telling her she needed someone better, younger, more whole, more able to take care of her.

Nymphadora Tonks did not want to be taken care of.

There was another reason it had taken Remus so long to accept the way that Tonks felt about him--he was almost certain that he was not the only man for whom she had feelings.

Neither she nor her mentor would admit it, of course, but Lupin saw the way the jesting was always between the two of them, the way that Moody would crack a smile for Tonks before he would for anyone else, the way that her teasing of him always turned physical eventually with little pokes and prods. The glances with which she favored the Ex-Auror weren’t as tender, weren’t as loving or as hopeful as those she gave Remus, but they were enough to concern the werewolf.

If the choice were hers to make, which of them would she choose?

It happened a week before the wedding. Nymphadora was drunk, had come back from Diagon Alley after visiting the Weasley twins in their shop. She muttered something about a drinking game, called him overprotective for worrying, and laughed as she fell into bed. Remus had been about to cover her up with a blanket when she grabbed his shirt and pulled him down on top of her. “Take me,” she breathed, smelling of Firewhiskey and gunpowder, and he could never say no to her.

He always had to be careful when she had been drinking. It wasn’t often, but the first time had taught him. Nymphadora liked it rough, and Remus tended to get...carried away. When she was intoxicated, she forgot all her limits and boundaries, egged him on when she would usually have pulled back until she was bruised or even bleeding by the end, and he always hated himself afterward.

He took his time now, undressed them both thoroughly. He loved to see her naked body, so young and firm and smooth, everything his was not. Conversely, Tonks seemed to love his own, much to his everlasting shock, and always took time to run her fingers (and fingernails) over the wide array of scars on his body. “They make me hot,” she confessed, and he laughed.

“Then you must be dripping every time you see Moody,” he joked, but she did not laugh. She looked almost nervous, and he saw a flush stain her cheeks.

He had been right, then. The thought wasn’t much comfort. Remus looked down into her eyes. “Tell me the truth,” he said softly. “If you could be with him, instead of me...would you?”

“No!” she cried at once, and the ache in his heart eased a little. “Remus, don’t be daft. I love you.” She shrugged, looking away. “I’ve just always had a bit of a torch for him as well. Not the same way, mind. I don’t love him or anything.”

“You want him,” Remus said in his quiet voice. He wasn’t angry as such, but felt a little as if the wind had been taken out of him. He reached down and ran a hand up her thigh suddenly, causing her to shiver. “Understandable,” he whispered close to her ear. “He’s famous, intelligent, brave...”

“So are you,” she countered, “and a hell of a lot more handsome,” but she was wet when his hand reached her slit.

“Not so much more handsome. And I’m not renowned like--”

“Remus, shut up and fuck me,” she said in impatience. “I want you. That’s why I’m marrying you. Or have you forgotten in your dotage?”

“Patience,” he murmured, leaning close to her ear again, fingers delving between her legs in a series of light touches, making her squirm. “It’s one good thing that comes with age.” He slid a finger inside her, making her cry out.

Tonks clutched at his back, pulling him closer as he carefully manipulated her. “Remus, stop--”

“I don’t want to stop,” he said in the same quiet, patient voice. “I think honesty is terribly important to a marriage, don’t you?”

It was clear that in her present state she had no idea what he was talking about, if her clouded eyes were any indication. “Of-of course,” she stammered, then cried out again as he slid a second finger inside her.

“Then I want to make sure I know everything about you, my dear Nymphadora,” he said with a little smile.

“Don’t--oh!--call me that!”

He was rubbing her clit now, in small circles that made her wriggle and squirm. He leaned down and licked one of her nipples, making her gasp. It was the only thing he allowed himself to do orally during sex--he was desperately afraid that if he sucked any part of her young, tender flesh into his mouth, instincts would take over....

“I think you should tell me everything you want,” he breathed, and she writhed beneath him, clearly on the verge of finishing already. She was always so quick when she had been drinking.

“I want you, Remus!” she cried out.

He stopped rubbing her. His fingers stayed inside her cunt, but he did not move them.

Her eyes went wide, and she started bucking her hips. “Remus, please,” she begged. “Stop teasing me.”

“I will,” he assured her. “Not anytime soon, though.”

He teased her for the better part of an hour, keeping her just on the edge, pleading and begging for more, until she told him everything he wanted to know. Then, he teased her a bit more just for the fun of it, before finally taking her as hard as she wanted.

Remus wasn’t entirely certain how much of their encounter she would remember the next morning, but was determined to set up a wedding gift for her that she would love, whether she wanted to or not.

“I want you to have sex with Tonks.”

Both of Alastor’s eyes swiveled to stare fixedly at Remus Lupin. “And they call me mad,” he muttered.

Remus sat down smoothly across the table. “I mean it, Alastor. We’re getting married in a week, and I want to give her an experience--”

“Remus,” Moody interrupted, “I commend you for this. I think it’s brilliant.”

“You do?” Remus asked in surprise. He had expected to have a lot more convincing to do.

“Yes. It’s brilliant to make her realize that you are actually young and healthy by comparison. However, I have no interest in being an object lesson, nor in forcing my attentions on a lady young enough to be my granddaughter. If I wanted to see a woman vomit, I know a few curses for the purpose. End of story.” He turned back to his Daily Prophet, seemingly unperturbed.

“It was her idea.”

That was enough to make Moody put the paper down again, fixing both eyes again on the werewolf. “I find that difficult to believe,” he growled.

Remus shrugged, as if the matter were of little importance to him. “It’s what she said in her cups last night,” he said casually. “Told me a lot of her fantasies. I just want to give her the chance to act them out before we get married.”

He could tell that Moody was intrigued by the idea. Now to bait the hook. “I have here a list,” he said, sliding the piece of parchment across the table. Moody’s magical eye flicked over it, the normal one remaining fixed on Remus.

There was a moment of silence as the blue eye scanned the page, then Moody said in his low voice, “There’s no way she wrote this.”

“Dictated,” Remus said cheerfully. “Everything on there is absolutely true. And you, Alastor, are at the top of the list.”

“It hadn’t escaped my knowledge.”

I doubt much does, Remus thought smugly. “Apparently, she’s had ‘a bit of a torch’ for you since before she started her Auror training. I believe “inspiration” is the word she used.”

Moody might have feigned uncaring, but Remus could tell that he was flattered. “And this is my gift to her,” he continued relentlessly. “I want to give her this before she marries me. She’s giving me everything I want, I just want to return the favor.”

Moody seemed as if he were about to refuse, even opened his mouth, but then shut it again. He frowned down at the list again, then looked up at Remus. “If I find out,” he said in a quiet, deadly voice, “that you have in some way orchestrated any sort of trick or trap, for either myself or Nymphadora--”

“Ah,” Remus said with a slight grimace. “I might have forgotten to mention. She, ah, doesn’t know I’m planning anything. It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

Moody stared at him for another moment, then laughed harshly. “All right,” he agreed, and Remus brightened.

“You’ll do it, then?” he asked eagerly.

Moody nodded. “On one condition. You be the one to tell her, or at least to go in first.”

Remus shrugged. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because if she paid attention to any of my training, we’ll be picking up pieces of whoever springs this sort of surprise on her. And I’ve lost enough pieces already.”

Remus had carefully considered how to spring the “surprise” on his fiancee, and finally decided on a strategy. Three days before the wedding, he made certain they both had a free evening, coaxed her up to bed, and sank down next to her. “I love you,” he told her, and she smiled up at him.

“I love you too, you daft prick.”

He laughed, admiring the way she was draped over the pillows. She loved to have lots of pillows on the bed. “Nymph--”

“Tonks.”

“I’m going to be marrying you. You’re going to be a Lupin. I can’t keep calling you by your last name.”

She looked supremely unconcerned. “Then you’re going to have to think of something more clever than my first name, aren’t you?”

Remus rolled his eyes and laid down next to her, their faces almost touching. “Do you trust me?” he asked softly, brushing a strand of her hair out of her eyes.

She pretended to consider until he tickled her, then laughed and gasped, “Of course I do!”

“Can I tie you up?”

It was better than he had expected. She looked surprised, but interested. “Yeah, all right,” she agreed readily. “Strip first?”

“If you would be so kind,” he said with a grin.

She stripped, giving him a tantalizing show. How was it that he could see the same body day after day, he marveled inwardly, and still be fascinated at seeing it appear?

He didn’t bother with “Incarcerus,” as one could never control how tightly or otherwise the ropes bound, nor by what part of the body. Instead he brought two scarves out of his closet, both silk, both purchased for this very purpose. Remus brought each of her hands in turn to his lips, kissed softly the back of her hand, turned it over to kiss her palm, kissed her wrist, then carefully secured it to the bedpost. He pulled back then and carefully surveyed his handiwork. “Can you get free?”

She struggled experimentally, then shook her head. “Nope. Looks like you can have your way with the Auror all you want. I’m at your mercy.” She batted her eyelashes, affecting coy surprise, and he laughed.

Remus leaned down and kissed the girl who in just a few days would become his wife. “I have another surprise for you,” he said with a glint in his eye. “Just remember that you trust me, all right?”

Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she nodded. “All right, Remus.”

Hoping that she really was properly restrained (and tucking her wand inside the drawer just in case she was lying), Remus opened the door to reveal Mad-Eye Moody.

“Remus!” Tonks shrieked, obviously trying to get free now, “what are you doing? Mad-Eye, get out!”

Moody shook his head. “Shoddy work, Remus. You should have tied her legs, as well.”

“Remus?” Tonks gasped, her eyes wide as saucers. “You knew he was going to be here? You...what is going on?”

“You said you trusted me,” he answered calmly. “You said you wanted to be tied up. You said you wanted me to treat you like my slut. And most importantly, you said that you wanted the two of us.”

Tonks’s face went so red that Remus suspected Metamorph abilities at work. “That was private,” she hissed. “In the heat of the moment, and I was drunk--”

“All the more reason for you to tell me the truth.” He walked over to her then, and laid his hands on her breasts. She tried to kick him off. “None of that now,” he said reprovingly, “or I’ll have to tie your feet, too.” He pinched her nipples, and she wiggled even more.

“Remus,” she said through clenched teeth, “if you don’t let me go right now I won’t marry you.”

He softly caressed her face. “I know you, Tonks. I know you better than you want to admit. And I know how to give you exactly what you want.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “And I’m going to give it to you. We are going to give it to you. This is my gift to you.”

Tonks seemed to struggle a little less as Moody moved towards her. A scarred hand reached out and touched her almost innocently, cupping her chin. “I hear you’ve been deceiving me, Nymphadora,” he growled.

She shook her head, still stained crimson in embarrassment. “Mad-Eye, I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“Remus tells me you’ve been harboring feelings for me. Don’t worry,” he said when she opened her mouth, “I have no intention of collecting on them. All I’m going to take from you is going to happen tonight.” And with that, he leaned down and kissed her fiercely.

Tonks stopped trying to get free, but her body went rigid. Remus wasn’t entirely sure how he felt, watching his bride-to-be being kissed by a man who looked like....well, like Alastor Moody, but at least wasn’t jealous. What he saw was a beautiful nude young woman being possessed by an old, ugly, scarred man with one leg and one eye. No, Remus was not jealous. He was, however, shocked when Tonks seemed to be kissing the older man back. Her back was arching now in an attempt to make contact with his body, and Alastor was making hungry little sounds in his throat.

Not wanting to be left out, Remus walked to the other side of the bed and sank down next to Tonks. He cupped one of her breasts in his hand, rubbing then pinching the nipple, and she moaned into Moody’s mouth.

Moody moved down then, to take her other nipple into his mouth, and Tonks groaned in appreciation. Remus knew she loved that, though he couldn’t in all good conscience give it to her. It would be too easy for him to bite by accident, infect her.

Moody clearly suffered from no such prohibition, as he was biting and sucking as hard as he could, and Tonks was bucking off the bed in response, wailing a string of nonsense punctuated with words such as “YES!” and “OH!” and “Bastard!” Lupin chuckled at this response and mentally made a note to try and find some sort of charm that would duplicated the effect without putting her in any danger.

Lupin moved then to take off the rest of his clothes, then leaned back down and placed his head between Tonks’s legs. She didn’t notice the movement, but certainly noticed when he began to lick her hungrily, letting his tongue swirl around her clit then plunge deep inside her cunt again and again.

Moody took advantage of her distracted state and pulled away to take off his traveling cloak and toss it over the chair. Tonks looked at him, distressed. “Take off the rest of it, Mad-Eye?” she asked with a little grin, and Lupin chuckled to himself, sending vibrations through Tonks’s pussy. He had known she would like this surprise.

Mad-Eye still seemed to be hesitant, though. Acting on a whim, Lupin moved up to untie Tonks’s hands, and instead of going for her wand the young Auror instantly got off the bed and walked towards Moody. She cupped his head in her hands and kissed him sweetly, eyes closed and apparently not noticing the scars crisscrossing his lips as well as the rest of his skin. She has been wanting to do this since she met him, Lupin realized with a sinking feeling. He looked away for a moment while she stripped the older Auror, not entirely certain it was something he wanted to see. He had, after all, no desire whatsoever to see the older man naked, none at all. In fact, he would have left the two of them alone had many of Tonks’s fantasies not specifically required two participants other than herself.

Lupin looked over at the pair, and snorted. Mad-Eye still had his wand strapped to his good leg for what was obviously “just-in-case.” The wooden leg looked more disturbing, somehow, without trousers to cover it up. As for the scarring... well, it was clear that the worst of it was always concealed from common view. He hoped Tonks hadn’t been lying about scars making her hot, or this was going to be very--

Tonks was moaning, Moody’s hands expertly manipulating her body, and Lupin realized with a jolt that Moody had obviously also been wanting this for some time. He had the look of a man fulfilling a fantasy as he fastened his lips to the young woman’s neck, biting and sucking and making her scream. Remus was impressed despite himself, and shook himself out of his trance-like state at Tonks’s breathy demand, “Are you going to let him have all the fun, Remus?”

No, he was not. Remus stood and walked to the pair, then slid his arms around his fiancee from behind, circling her waist. His hand dipped lower, diving between her folds and-- “Merlin, you’re so wet,” he breathed into her ear as Moody filled his mouth with her breasts.

“Told you,” she gasped out, one hand on Moody’s head (clenching his gray hair too tightly, from the looks of his grimace) and the other curling around Remus’s neck from behind, urging him on. Remus removed his hand from her snatch in a hurry, however, when he felt another man’s cock against it.

Mad-Eye was hard, pressing against Tonks and they both heard her yell, “PLEASE!” in the half-second before he shoved in, pushing her back against Remus. He held her supported as Moody thrust in hard to the younger witch, setting a punishing pace. Remus’s arms held her strong, his hands taking advantage of the moment to fondle her lovely tits, as he literally became the wall against which Moody was fucking Tonks.

Tonks was wailing in pleasure, being supported against Remus as Moody took her brutally, savaging her with his thick cock, her hands braced against his shoulders for some sort of leverage. Remus noted with amusement that her hair was slowly turning back to its normal brown as she lost control of her powers, something that only occasionally happened during their usual trysts. Moody had her hips in his large hands, and was pulling them to his as he bucked forwards each time so hard that there was a smacking noise where their bodies joined. Remus wanted to take part soon, but knew that no power on earth could stop Moody now--and his fiancee’s shrieks of joy told him he would be unwise to try. He would have his chance if he waited patiently enough for Moody to finish.

Moody grunted with each thrust, speeding up even more as he buried himself to the hilt inside the screaming witch again and again, with Lupin mauling her tits in his hands. Finally, his thrusts became erratic, frantic, and with a growl that was almost a howl he came inside her, filling her up with spurt after spurt from his cock as she moaned and writhed and shook.

Remus sat on the bed then, Tonks in his lap, and muttered a charm. Tonks, still recovering from the pounding she had received from Moody, started in surprise as she felt the lubricant coat the inside of her ass, but that wasn’t exactly new to them. She was only just regaining her breath when Remus grabbed her hips firmly, raised her up onto her tiptoes, and shoved inside her tiny hole.

Tonks screamed then, the mix of pleasure and pain definitely tending towards pain, but Remus didn’t stop. He was too hard from seeing her with another man, as well as convinced that she was enjoying it. She loved it rough, after all. He slammed her down on top of him over and over, dismally aware that he wasn’t going to last long in the such hot tightness, such tight heat. He was fucking her arse, and she was groaning and he couldn’t tell if she wanted more or she wanted it to stop, but it was too late. He thrust once, twice, three times more, and released, gasping and panting.

“Young people nowadays have no stamina,” Moody growled, making Remus jump. For the few moments he’d been inside Tonks, he had almost forgotten the older Auror was in the room. From the look in Moody’s eyes (at least in his eye) he had noticed the slip, and wasn’t impressed with Remus’s “vigliance.”

“I’ll show you stamina, Moody,” Remus said with a challenging grin, and grabbed Tonks’s hair to force her to her knees in front of them. She looked up at him with surprise and lust clouding her eyes. “What are you going to do to me, Remus?” she asked, and it wasn’t the voice he knew, full of cheek and bravado. It was breathy, needy, seductive without trying to be, and he was hard again almost instantly.

“Whatever I want, slut.”

He had been right. She shivered, even as Moody looked at him sharply. He and Tonks had spoken of this before, the idea that she wanted to be treated roughly, rougher than they already played, but he hadn’t been satisfied with his control. With Alastor Moody in the room, however, he felt somewhat liberated. Moody would never let him hurt anyone. “The two of us,” he began, ticking off acts on his fingers, “are going to take you as many times as we want, in whatever positions we want. We’re going to treat you like our slut until the sun rises, you understand? We will put whatever objects in you we think are necessary. We will come on your face. We will take you at the same time. But first,” he finished with a grin, “you will get yourself off for us.” He leaned back on the bed, satisfied with his explanation, and Moody joined him.

She looked up at him, obviously aroused by his words. “Can I be on the bed?”

“No,” he responded firmly. “Sluts like you don’t deserve the bed. Do it on your knees.”

Tonks nodded, spread her knees apart on the carpeted floor, and started to rub her clit.

“No,” Remus said sternly. “Start slow. Start with your breasts. In case you’ve forgotten, we have a guest. How is he supposed to know how you want to be touched?”

“I think I have a pretty good idea,” Moody growled, but Remus hushed him. “Start again, Nymphadora.”

“Don’t call me that,” she replied automatically, and Lupin reached forward with unnatural speed and slapped her across the face. She looked shocked, and Remus thought for a moment that she might leave, but then she bowed her head. “Sorry,” she muttered.

This was a fantasy, a chance to act out what would normally have been forbidden to all of them, and if Remus wasn’t going to take advantage of every moment of it he would drown himself that instant. “That’s right,” he whispered. “Now start again.”

The two men watched in growing delight as Tonks caressed her upper body, starting slow and eventually rubbing all along her breasts. She pinched, rolled, and twisted her nipples as Moody growled his approval and Remus said breathily, “Nice.”

One of her hands stayed on her breast as the other trailed slowly, seductively downwards, running along her stomach, lower abdomen and thigh. Finally, one hand still playing with a nipple, she started to tease her own clit, and Remus let out a groan. “Spread yourself for us,” he ordered, and she used two fingers of her hand to spread herself apart for their perusal. He could see just a tiny trickle of white sperm leaking out--Moody’s, he thought in surprise. Of course it was. Two fingers slid in easily, and she let out a breathy moan.

Remus began to stroke his cock, watching the girl fuck herself with her fingers. Her other hand abandoned her breast, joining its fellow between her legs to rub her clit furiously as she fucked the first two fingers in and out faster and faster, then added a third.

Suddenly, Remus felt a hand other than his close around his cock. He looked, startled, over at Moody. The Auror looked unconcerned, meeting his eyes for only the briefest of moments before turning back to watch Tonks now bouncing up and down on her knees. Remus stayed frozen for a few moments longer, then relaxed, enjoying the firm grip that was so different from his own. He and Sirius had done this once, just in the name of helping each other out. Tentatively, he reached over and grabbed Moody’s cock, as the other man was undoubtedly expecting, and started to stroke.

Tonks had noticed. Her eyes were locked on them, on their hands moving up and down each others’ pricks faster and faster, and she let out a groan of pleasure. Her fingers were moving so fast now they were almost a blur, and she threw her head back as she rode up and down harder.

“Harder now,” Moody growled, and Remus thought he was talking to Tonks. After a moment and an irritated glance at the other man, however, Moody continued, “Come on, Remus, it’s not going to break off.”

Remus bit back the retort that other parts of the older man certainly had, and instead squeezed the cock in his hand harder as he pumped up and down. It was leaking a great deal of fluid now, making it both easier to wank and more difficult due to how slippery it became. It was not as long as his own, but far thicker, he thought in the part of his mind that was still a schoolboy, comparing size in the showers. It had been twenty years since he’d had hold of another bloke, and vaguely hoped he was doing it right.

He realized that Tonks was going to finish soon. “Stop!” he ordered, and she paused almost at once. “You don’t get to come yet. You’re our toy, remember?”

She nodded. “Yes, sir. I’m your toy.”

Remus had to take a moment and swallow hard before continuing, as her words had almost tipped him over the edge. It also didn’t help that Moody’s strong, sure hand was still working up and down his length, keeping him close to the edge. “Which do you want, Mad-Eye?” he asked Moody conversationally. “Her arse, or her cunt?”

On the ground, Nymphadora whimpered. Moody seemed to consider. “Well,” he growled eventually, “I’ve already had one. Like to try the other, if you don’t mind sharing.”

“Not at all,” Lupin said graciously, and laid down on the bed. “Nymphadora,” he ordered, “climb on top of me.”

She hastened to obey, straddling him quickly, then gasped as his cock sank deep into her cunt. “Remus,” she begged, but he ignored her. “Go ahead,” he told the Ex-Auror, and Tonks’s eyes went wide.

“Remus,” she said again in a different, panicked tone, “you can’t! You’ll split me apart! Mad-Eye, please!”

Neither of the men paid much attention to what she was saying, Remus already deep inside her and Moody moving into position behind her. She screamed loudly as Moody pushed into her (thankfully) already-lubricated ass, sheathing himself in incredible tightness. “Don’t know how you last in here, Remus,” the older man said in the same light tone. “Tighter than an owl, she is.”

Remus looked over at him, startled.

“Kidding.”

Tonks was whimpering now, pressed tightly between them, impossibly stretched around both of them as she was fucked hard from both ends. Moody set the pace, growling as he slammed forwards and drove her in front of him, then Lupin bucked up, pushing her back towards the older man. Her thighs were clenched so hard around the werewolf that he was worried for his spleen, but couldn’t have stopped thrusting into her if she’d ripped it out of his stomach.

Slowly, as they continued to take her with brutal thrusts into both her holes, the muscles of her thighs started to relax, until she wasn’t screaming and whimpering so much as moaning and gasping. Her eyes were still tightly shut, but Remus thought her expression was slowly turning from mostly-pain-some-pleasure to mostly-pleasure-some-pain. He could live with that.

Moody seemed to be thinking along the same lines. “She’s really enjoying this,” he gasped, pounding into the girl’s ass even harder. “You’re marrying a right little slut, Remus.” With that, his hand came down hard on Nymphadora’s ass, leaving a bright red handprint.

“Ouch! Mad-Eye, that hurt!” she cried out, jerking forwards and impaling herself further on Remus.

“Good,” he grunted, and his other hand came down, reddening her other cheek. Soon he was spanking her on every thrust, the sound reverberating through the room with a loud “CRACK” every time, almost drowning out her wails.

She was bucking harder and harder, and Remus could feel himself getting close. Judging from Moody’s grunts and the erratic nature of his thrusts, the older man wasn’t going to last much longer than he was. “Stop,” Remus said in a harsh, low voice, and the other two stared at him. “Dora, get back on your knees.”

Tonks looked as if he had ordered her to give back a Christmas present. Moody looked almost mutinous at being told to relinquish the girl’s ass on his cock. But neither of them said anything as the pretty young witch wriggled out from between the two men and descended once again to her knees. “Now,” Remus said as he looked down into her face, “Get us off, slut. Not with your hands,” he said with a growl as she reached for them, and she guiltily dropped them again.

“Better make sure,” Moody growled, and with a quick spell from his wand her hands were bound tightly behind her back.

“Good one,” said Remus with approval. Clearly Moody knew how to control Binding spells in a way that few others did.

Tonks whimpered. “Please, sir,” she begged Remus, “can I have your cock?”

“Cocks,” he corrected her.

She nodded. “May I?”

He seemed to consider for a moment, then Moody grabbed Tonks’s hair and pulled her to suck him. She seemed highly enthusiastic if her moans and whimpers were any indication, and within moments Moody was holding her head still as he fucked her face. “Been wanting to do this to you for years,” he grunted. “Hold you down, take you however I want you. Make you squeal.”

She obliged him, squealing and whimpering while he rammed his thick cock down her throat. She gagged once, and he pulled out for long enough to slap her across the face with his cock. “You’d better learn to take it all,” he said ominously, and she looked up at him with wide, eager eyes.

Remus watched, once again fisting his own prick as he watched. The next time Tonks gagged, Moody did not let her up. He continued holding her down, thrusting even harder into her mouth as she choked. Finally, when Tonks had gone cross-eyed and her face grew purple, Moody jerked her off by the hair. “Here, Remus,” he said gruffly. “You take a turn on this whore.”

Remus gladly acquiesced, sliding down Tonks’s throat as if he’d been doing it for years. “That’s a good girl,” he murmured. “My good girl. My good little slut.”

She glowed under the praise, and Remus reached for his wand. He summoned a long, thick white candle from the mantlepiece, and untied her hands. “Stuff this up your cunt,” he ordered, and held her hair tightly. “Without moving your mouth.”

Her eyes locked with his as she continued to blow him, taking the candle and very slowly moving it to her quim. At his nod, she shoved it inside herself, moaning in delight as another movement from his wand made it vibrate and it buzzed happily to life inside her. She was squirming within minutes, pushing down on the candle as she moaned around Remus’s prick, and Remus pulled her off again. “Ready, Mad-Eye?” he asked throatily, and the Ex-Auror nodded, having been stroking himself since Tonks had pulled off.

Then they were both shooting onto her face, covering her in cum, and it landed everywhere from her hair to her tits. It was dripping from her nose and chin, glueing her eyes shut, and Remus sighed, admiring their handiwork.

Moody leaned forward and ran his finger from her forehead to her chin, collecting their leavings, then pushed it into her mouth. “Clean it off,” he growled, and she hastened to obey. He repeated the action over and over, until her face was clean and she had sucked all of the cum from Moody’s finger.

Looking up at Remus, she looked as if she were about to cry. “Please, Remus,” she said with tears in her eyes, “Please let me cum. Please. Please!” The candle was still moving inside of her, back and forth as well as vibrating, and the men could both see her juices dripping off of it.

Remus nodded. “On the bed again,” he said huskily, and she clambered up without needing to be told twice. She lay spread-eagled, giving them a perfect view of every bit of her, and of the candle still resolutely fucking in and out of her. Remus grabbed it firmly and threw it to the side, the enchantment broken, and slid three of his fingers inside in its place. Moody moved to take her clit between her teeth, and she went from whimpering to screaming very quickly.

Remus noticed the impending signs. “Back up, Mad-Eye,” he said with a grin, crooking his fingers to rub over her g-spot every time. “You’ll want to see this.”

Moody did indeed back up, moving to rub her clit instead, just as Remus leaned up to Tonks’s ear. “Come, slut,” he growled, and she did.

She screamed her release, legs spread as wide as possible, hips bucking off the bed, and with no warning to anyone but Remus, she began to squirt. It was over quickly, but Mad-Eye’s eyebrows were raised, and Remus could tell that the older man had never seen a girl do that before. “She do that every time?” he asked in almost intellectual curiosity, and Remus shook his head.

“Only if she’s really aroused. Or if I’m touching her like this,” he said, giving her spot a last stroke with his fingers before sliding them out.

Tonks was gasping, shuddering, as she looked at the two men, and Remus looked down at the woman he loved. “That was beautiful,” he told her softly, leaning down to give her a kiss.

She gave him an impish grin in return, her hair turning back to pink. “That was a great present,” she said appreciatively. “Makes me wonder what I’m going to do for your bachelor party.”

She looked around then, at her soon-to-be-husband leaning over her, at the scarred and satisfied Ex-Auror, and at herself, spread-eagled on the bed between them. “So!” she said decisively. “Who’s up for round two?”



A/N: ....I don’t even know, guys. It was just a plot bunny that wouldn’t leave me alone. Okay, I’m going to go finish “Liars.”