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Harry Potter - Nymph in servitudeNymph in servitude [NC-17]
Niklas "Hawk" Jonsson


Summary: Hawk's response to the CJ Cold Tonks Slave Challenge on the PP3 group. Released in celebration of TFF's 1000th member!

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* Previously, on 'Nymph in servitude' *

It wasn't what she had in mind for her very first hour of being Harry's servant, but the moment the discomfort she'd felt from his guilt vanished and she got horny because Harry was, coherent reasoning and common sense had flown out the window. The pleasure and desire for more, was all that remained. She was so overwhelmed by it all that she wasn't even able to tell if it was Harry, her or both of them who wanted more.

All that mattered to her right now however, was that there in fact were more.

Much more.

"Harry... Shall I stop? Shall I go on?" she purred and pressed their lips together in a fierce snog, ravaging his mouth with her tongue. "It's your call..." she said as she pulled away, looking deeply into his lust-addled eyes, hoping that he'd succumb to her seduction.

"Y-you re-r-reall want t-this?" he asked and Tonks was impressed at his restraint. She could feel his burning need and nearly overwhelming desire for more, so she knew how much willpower it had to take to ask that question. She didn't think she could have done the same, in his position.

"Yes." she groaned her agreement. "Oh Morgana, Hecate and Sibylla, yes!" she added.

"Me too. This and more, a lot more." he admitted. "So... If you're sure..." he mumbled.

"Yes!" Tonks enthusiastically agreed.

"Then... More it is." Harry surrendered and for the first time since she'd started, his hands rose from his sides and pressed her tightly against him. "Give me more, Tonks." he requested and captured her lips with his own, an order she gleefully moved to obey to the very best of her ability.


* Roll credits *




Chapter Three:

"Harry, oh gods, Harry!" Tonks moaned as Harry returned her favour from earlier and sprinkled kisses all over her neck and throat. The hollow of her throat was a particularly sweet spot and his lavish tonguing of it made her weak in the knees.

"Are you still sure, Tonks?" Harry groaned against the part of her where throat became jaw.

"More then ever." she swiftly agreed. "Harry. A request?" she asked after a moment.

"You'll be in charge for the rest of my life. May I hold the reins during this encounter?" she requested.

"Anything you ask for right now is yours." he groaned. "The moon? The stars? The very gates of Hell? Voldemorts head on a silver platter? All yours." he managed to get out before he had to put his lips against her naked skin again, suckling on her left earlobe.

"All I want right now is you." she replied and dragged him over towards his bed, both of them tumbling down onto it.

"You've got me." was all he managed to get out, before words deserted him and Tonks captured his lips. He shivered in fear for a moment as she grabbed his hands and held them down above his head, uncomfortable memories of his all-too fresh experiences being held captive at that freaky graveyard coming to mind. Tonks sensing his sudden astronomical rise in unease, hastily reassured him and soothed his worries as her kissing grew even more passionate then before.

Which made it deucedly hard to recall just why it was uncomfortable being held down before, when it was so delightfully pleasant now. The discomfort he'd felt at the recollection of being held captive fluttered away and vanished into the tsunami of arousal that suddenly overwhelmed him.

Tonks purred with pure pleasure into his mouth once he calmed down, as the sensation of being simultaneously scared shitless and aroused as hell had put a severe damper on things for a few moments. But once Harry stopped being scared, everything went back to being just perfect again. Heck, more then perfect!

Tonks had never been this aroused in her entire life and she'd never experienced something being quite as good as this while still being fully clothed.

That's a problem, isn't it? she suddenly wondered, but partly took care of that situation by suddenly and violently changing the shape of her upper body. Harry's hands and arms were still being held down, so she turned her skin harder and jagged above her spine, then expanded herself, making her body larger. It was hard as hell, exhausting and nearly impossible to keep up for any useful amount of time. But now it was less then a second, which more then served the intended purpose as it tore both her white brassiere and dark green 'Wyrd Sisters' T-shirt apart with a dry ripping sound.

She wasn't at all feeling up to being careful and delicate just now, so she treated Harry's shirt in a similar manner, simply grabbing hold of it and pulling, until the buttons either tore away or slipped through the holes. Both of their chests exposed, Tonks pressed herself down against Harry, moaning into his mouth at the sudden increase in pleasurable sensations, both her own and those from Harry. She shifted her hands up to his head and removed his glasses, carefully putting them down on the bedside table.

This is heaven! Or at least as close to it as it's possible to get while still drawing breath! Tonks instantly decided, thoroughly enjoying herself. It had been a while since last she had such a satisfactory encounter with another person involved. It wasn't that she hadn't dated, because she had, but once the Order was restarted, what little spare time she had from her day job went straight to hell. While it probably wasn't more then two or three months since she was last in a similar position, she just couldn't dredge up the necessary mental coherency to adequately recall it.

From the explorative, fresh, somewhat apprehensive and awed sensations she faintly managed to read from Harry, lurking behind a nearly blinding amount of arousal and eagerness, it likely was one of his first, if not the first, encounter of this kind. Not that it was any of her business, but she did somewhat wonder how he'd managed that, being who and what he was. She would have assumed that the bloody boy-who-lived had a different girl in every port of call.

Or broom closet, as the case may be for those who were still at Hogwarts.

She smirked as she pulled her head up and away from Harry, staring down onto a needy expression and eyes shining with frantic eagerness.

"Do you think you'll be able to control yourself if I return control of your hands?" she asked and bent down, licking him from shoulder to shoulder, stopping to dip her tongue into the hollow of his throat on the way over. While there was a faint rise in excitement as she did so, it wasn't the huge spike it'd have been if he'd done the same to her. Different sweet spots. Ah well, I'll find the ones he has sooner or later. she reasoned and her smirk widened. The anklets made that process a piece of cake, as they enabled her to feel whenever she ran across one of them.

"Hell no." he growled.

"Good." Tonks exclaimed and let them go, using her now liberated hands to yank her wand out of it's holster, throwing it onto the bedside table where Harry's wand was resting. She grabbed the remains of her shirt and brassiere, throwing them carelessly aside as Harrys hands sought out her ass as if they were heat-seeking missiles and her ass the only heat source within miles of them. "OOooh, good initiative." she approved and returned the favour by pushing the sides of his shirt apart, revealing the parts of his torso which had remained covered, as he started kneading and caressing her shapely posterior. She ran her hands across his scrawny chest, finding to her absent surprise that he did have some faint hints of toned muscles on it. "You're starting to bulk up, Harry." she commented, then bent down and gave both of his nipples a single teasing lick.

"Oliver made us lift some weights and do pull-ups to build upper body strength." he absently replied, his hands slowly trailing their way upwards, tickling her ribs as he headed for what he most likely believed was interesting territory. She smirked down at him, gently grasped his wrists and pulled his hands back down to her ass.

"Uh-uh. I'm in control, remember?" she whispered and gave him a brief kiss, before she abruptly slid down off him, kneeling by his side. "Sit up." she instructed him and pulled him into a sitting position, yanking his shirt completely off him.

"Damn it, Tonks. You're driving me crazy." he groaned as she sealed her lips to his neck, then slowly kissed her way down south. She paused at his chest, circling both his nipples with her tongue, which caused a huge increase in his arousal. Sweet spots discovered! Targets locked! she mentally cheered and gently bit down on his right nipple, before she pushed him down onto his back again and kept kissing her way down. She slowly shifted her legs down as well, moving her entire body down next to his.

"That's the plan..." she purred as she looked up at him when she had reached the waistline of his jeans. Her lips widened in a fierce smirk and she chuckled as she felt arousal, anxiety and curiosity spike in her partner in crime. She bent her head down and bit down on the button of his jeans, pulling back and yanking it completely off. She rolled it around in her mouth and opened her lips, showing Harry as she deftly manipulated it with her tongue for a few moments, then spat it out onto his chest, where it bounced once and then fell onto the bed.

She grinned at him again, then bent down and pulled his zipper down with her teeth, dragging her nose across the bulging boxers she discovered underneath as she did so. She nearly let go of the zipper as his pleasure was transmitted over to her, but managed to restrain herself to a mere moan of pleasure.

"Lift." she urged him and pulled on his hips, which got his instant cooperation. He raised his body up from the bed and Tonks gently pulled his pants down and off his legs. "Anticipate." she instructed him and kissed the bulge on his pants, then started breathing in and out against it.

"Oh god!" he cried out and climaxed right then and there, which damn well nearly sent Tonks over the edge as well. She gasped and panted, trying to regain some faint shreds of mental coherency as her hands desperately fumbled with his boxers, pulling them down his legs as well.

She had planned on slow merciless teasing, but by hovering so near a climax of her own and then suddenly easing down off those peaks of pleasure made her change her plans. She threw the boxers carelessly aside, then pounced upon him like a cat with a bowl of cream.

"Hamnalammagummalammana!" Harry babbled in complete incoherency as Tonks licked, kissed, sucked and nipped at his slowly softening member, licking the sticky results of his recent ejaculation off him.

She'd never really enjoyed the taste of sperm and it wasn't all that pleasant now either, but with the assistance of the sensations she felt from Harry as she cleaned him off, distraction was aplenty and she was hardly able to notice the taste at all.

She moved her right hand up and gently cupped his balls, stroking, tweaking and caressing them as she cleaned up the mess he'd made earlier like a good little servant girl. Tonks, maid extraordinaire! Tidying up after her messy Master. Her very messy master... she mentally congratulated herself. She smirked around his member as the softening stopped and he started getting hard again.

As she kept on bobbing her head up and down, sucking him back to full mast, she slid her body to the side and straddled his legs, then slowly started rubbing herself against his hairy legs. Her eyes crossed and it felt like a flash of lightening went off inside her head as the satisfaction she'd been denied earlier came over her all at once along with Harry's current pleasure.

She trembled and shuddered as the aftermath of her climax swept over her in waves, but tried to keep her focus on what her mouth was doing.

Once she'd somewhat recovered, she reached down and unbuttoned her own pants. She didn't have a zipper on hers, it was just a row of buttons. She shifted her sucking to licking as she shimmied out of them, as not to accidentally scrape him with her teeth.

Or worse.

She blushed somewhat as she recalled two blow-job related incidents in her past. Adam had merely yelped and then laughed it off as she almost slipped off the couch they'd been on at the time and scraped him with her teeth. No biggie, even if it had been embarrassing as hell at the time. But Edward likely wouldn't ever forgive her for not only scraping, but actually biting down on him. She'd been standing with her back against him, then spun around, bent over and taken him into her mouth. As she was getting down onto her knees, she'd tripped and well...

She personally thought that he'd overreacted somewhat. It wasn't as if she'd bitten it clean off and it had only taken a couple of seconds for her to get her wand and heal him. It had been a very nicely executed spell too, she privately thought. No scarring whatsoever.

Those two incidents had taught her to always take her clumsiness into account during these sort of encounters, which was why she was so careful about it now.

She left her panties on and once again took him into her mouth, giving the shuddering shaft a really hard suck as she slid further and further down it.

"Sweet lord of all that is good and pure!" Harry whimpered in a strained tone of voice.

Oh, you 'aint seen nothing yet... Tonks thought and shifted somewhat. It wasn't a visible change, but Harry certainly seemed to enjoy it as she enlarged her throat, deep-throated him and then narrowed her throat again, creating a small channel that allowed her to breathe past him, while still firmly encasing his silky log with her throat.

She grinned around him and hummed deep in her throat, which once again caused him to break out into nonsensical babbling. His hands suddenly appeared at the side of her head, but she had advance warning through her connection to him and thus pulled them away before he could do anything. Just you wait, Harry... she thought and then focused on her abilities as a Metamorph again.

She was suddenly very pleased that her mother had preformed a Silencing Charm before she left, as Harry's scream without a doubt would have brought the entire neighbourhood running to see just who was being tortured to death by pleasure.

Her entire mouth and throat were now vibrating around Harry and when he came for the second time, his pleasure sent Tonks over the edge as well. Her lost focus meant that the vibrations stopped, but she swiftly reassumed her earlier manipulations, which caused Harry to break out into pained/pleasured whimpering.

"Tonks, please! You're killing me. It's going to fall off!" he spluttered. "Oh, god! It's both good and painful... Good lord..." he whimpered pitifully, then squeaked as Tonks slowly pulled herself off him. "Merlin!" Harry exclaimed as he left her mouth with a slurping pop.

"Liked that, did you?" Tonks asked with a shit-eating grin.

"Good god, yes! That was brilliant, Tonks. Pure and utter brilliance!" he loudly approved, causing shivers of pleasure to streak through her as the bracelets rewarded her alongside with his praise.

"Sore?" she asked, glancing down at his once again softening member.

"Like you wouldn't believe." he agreed, then blinked at her wry expression. "Oh, I guess you would believe it..."

"Seeing as how I'm feeling it too, yeah." she agreed and moved up the bed until she could reach the bedside table, fetching her wand from it. She waved it over his groin for a few seconds and muttered the words to a spell one of the Slytherin seventh-year girls had taught her about when she was in fifth year and dated the girl's cousin for a while. She smiled as she felt the soreness depart and muttered another spell under her breath, which caused Harry's erection to return with a vengeance. "Handy, eh?" she asked with a grin, before she put the wand back on the table.

"Very..." Harry replied and reached out, putting his hands around her waist, slowly pulling her down and against him, capturing her lips in a kiss so fierce and passionate that Tonks wondered if even her talents as a Metamorph would allow her to hide her bruised lips in the morning. "Thank you. Thank you, Tonks. Thank you very much." he said when he pulled away, causing her entire body to shudder in pleasure from his praise.

"Oh, it's not over yet..." she purred and slid over him, straddling his stomach and slowly shifting backwards, until his erection was nestled between the cheeks of her ass. "We still have the main event ahead of us." she exclaimed and teasingly bounced up and down on top of him, causing her ass to caress his fleshy rod. "Take deep breaths, MMmmmmaaaster." she drawled seductively and raised herself up.

Harry didn't take a single one. In fact, as she reached down and took him into her hands and as she positioned herself above him and pulled her panties to the side, regretting that she hadn't removed them earlier, he held his breath. She dragged the head of his penis back and forth just barely inside her folds for a few seconds. Then very slowly, every so excruciatingly slow, speared herself onto him with a long drawn-out moan of two-fold pleasure. It wasn't until that point when Harry started breathing again.

I was wrong before. This is heaven on earth! she thought to herself and swallowed as she couldn't get him any deeper inside of her.

"Tonks. Great. You're... You're the best. Brilliant. This is brilliant." Harry stuttered and Tonks spasmed violently as a small but still extremely pleasant orgasm overtook her. Her pulsating core and shudders caused a more powerful wave of pleasure to come from Harry and Tonks instantly experienced another one. Still just a small one, but it was ever so glorious none the less.

"You're not half-shabby yourself. Damn, I could retire now and spend the rest of my life doing this..." she moaned as she looked down at the young boy who was now the most important man in her life, for the rest of her life.

She'd told him before that he'd be the only man in her life. At the time, she'd said it because it was the way it had to be. As the years went by, he'd only become increasingly important to her and she had known that no relationship would be able to survive that. She had felt somewhat bad at the time, as she had come across Remus when the Order started up again. She'd found the older man interesting and had no doubt that it would have eventually developed into attraction.

But now...

"I'll never have another man beside you, Harry." she swore. "From this moment on to the end of days. You, only you. No other man can ever compare after this. So mote it be." she promised, knowing that it was the truth.

"I'll never have ano..." Harry started, but fell silent as Tonks put her fingers to his lips, silencing him.

"As your property, I cannot marry." Tonks informed him. "There's also a streak of fertility problems on my fathers side of the family. I'm not sure as I've never bothered to find out, but it's possible that it may be hard or even impossible for me to get pregnant. And even if we manage that, the offspring of your property can never inherit." she said and shed a few tears, wiping them off her face. "For your family, for you families now I guess, to live on, you'll have to find another woman at some point." she finished.

"I can adopt, can't I?" Harry asked.

"Well... Yes, I guess." Tonks replied.

"I'll never have..." Harry started again, but Tonks cut him off again. With her lips this time.

"It's nice of you, but please don't." she asked him as she pulled out of the kiss. "At least wait until you've received both your inheritances and have looked over all the paperwork. You'd be in heaps of trouble if some old marriage contract resurfaces at the same time as you've sworn a magical oath never to be with another woman. Just 'So mote it be' my oath, don't make one of your own." she warned him.

"So mote it be." Harry tiredly responded with a sigh after a few moments of silence, causing both of them to feel the faint tingle of magic as the oath was validated.

"Now, enough talking." Tonks declared and slowly raised herself up, supporting herself with her hands on Harry's chest. "Are you ready?" she asked.

"Ready as I'll ever be." Harry replied, wondering what the mischievous older woman was up to now.

"That's what you think, Harry." she countered with a smirk, then rapidly descended upon him again. She didn't mess around this time and instantly started bouncing up and down.

"Tonks! Please slow down or it'll be over!" Harry requested frantically.

"Once again, that's what you think, Harry." Tonks replied, flinching somewhat as she kept up her frantic pace and thus incurred the wrath of her control devices which didn't quite approve of the fact that she wasn't obeying Harry's request. She ignored it and kept up her pace, even increasing it a bit. "You won't come until I say so." she moaned through a haze of pleasure and pain. "You'd be surprised at what sort of nifty little spells circulate amongst the girls of Hogwarts. With my talent for disguises, I managed to learn most of them during my stay there." she managed to explain, before she couldn't remain coherent enough to speak properly anymore.

Ignoring that, she bent down and captured his lips as her lower body pistoned frenetically on top of him.

However, the spell she had used simply prevented Harry from coming, drawing out the pleasure for him. It didn't lessen it in any way, so she still felt the full effects of it through their bond. She hadn't quite counted on that and coupled with her earlier climaxes, she didn't have quite as much endurance as she'd first thought. She'd planned to tease the shit out of him until she ran out of steam, but by how weary she felt, there wasn't a whole lot of steam left.

She rode herself to three increasingly more powerful climaxes and reduced Harry to drooling babbling, then realized that that the upcoming climax would spell the end for this particular encounter. She rose into an upright sitting position, still bouncing up and down on Harry and shifted both her hands to the place where they joined together.

"Finite!" she snapped and at the same time, used her talent to tighten herself around Harry. She came with a loud yell just as he did and only managed three more rises and descends before she slumped bonelessly atop his sweating body, hers trembling with a long drawn-out orgasm that topped all the previous ones she'd ever had by leaps and bounds. "Now that was really something..." she mumbled tiredly, slowly wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Understatement..." Harry groaned. "Merlin was that an understatement if I've ever heard one..."

"Gimme my wand." Tonks requested and Harry reached for the wand in question from the table, gingerly putting it into her outstretched hand. She gently shoved it between their bodies and muttered a cleaning charm, causing both of them to let out a chorused 'Oh!' as the messy external evidence of their coupling was removed. Tonks concentrated for a few moments and shifted the excess fluids inside of her into her stomach for later disposal. "Thanks." she mumbled and gave her wand back to him.

"No. Thank you. Thank you very much." Harry responded and tilted her head up so he could kiss her.

"Mmmmm..." Tonks hummed as waves of pleasure from his praise made her heart soar. "Nite." was the last thing she managed to get out before exhaustion overcame her and she succumbed to a deep sleep.

"Nite... Afternoon... Whatever..." Harry responded as he put her wand back on the table and fumbled around for a blanket he covered the two of them with, then quickly joined her in blissful slumber.


The End! ( For now... )