Tonks had originally been in the castle on business. Business with Dumbledore of course. She had one last place to go before she left. She'd generally avoided saying hi to the kids, she didn't want to get wrapped up in pleasantries and it was getting late, she didn't want to get them in trouble. Her hair was a soft purple, her eyes a bright and vibrant blue. She had on a long knee-length brown jacket on. She was pretty much dressed like a Muggle, but that was normal for her, she was used to walking around London. Didn't want to attract attention, did she? Granted, her hair alone did that for her. She was just about outside Severus's door when there was a small sound behind her - most likely a scampering rat. But it didn't stop her from jumping, and knocking into a stand with an old looking vase. And it certainly didn't stop the fact that the vase smashed into the ground with a loud crash that echoed down the corridor. She squeaked loudly at the sound, jumping back away from it. Clumsy Auror indeed.
Severus Snape appeared in an uprising of green flames. A lazy silent wand flicked cleaned up his robes. He gave his attention to the potion Angellica had begun for Lupin, adjusting where needed. He walked over to his desk and handled a few documents before turning in for a shower. When he returned to his desk, he wore a simple black robe, hair dripping on either side of his face. He held the bridge of his nose in annoyance. Sometimes he wondered how thick headed the students he taught were. With his lips twisted as if he'd swallowed a lemon he gave Hermione Granger an E, and relaxed as he scrawled a black P on Harry Potter's copy. Severus held the bridge of his nose tighter as the clambering he heard from outside his door. He sighed, and closed his eyes hoping it would leave but didn't.
"Come in, Nymphadora." he said in a nasal tone of annoyance he usually reserved for Potter or Longbottom.
He closed his book, and set his quill in the holder after scrawling a final P on Longbottom's paper. Another annoyance he wouldn't have to deal with by the time sixth year would come around.
Tonks pressed her lips into a fine line as he called her Nymphadora, her hair turned into a dark purple-red color. Tonks pulled out her wand and muttered a soft "Reparo"The vase piecing itself back together. She picked it up and put it back on the stand, before turning and pushing open the door. She poked her head inside, those blue eyes flicking about the room once before settling on him. "How did you know it was me, Severus?" She asked, as she closed the door behind her.
Severus sighed as he listened to Tonks repairing her mess before opening the door, allowing more light to enter than there was within. He shook his head, causing his wet hair so move ever so slightly. He closed his robe more to not reveal any part of his chest to the auror. She'd pretty much caught him in night clothing.
He sneered as she walked in. "I've served the Dark Lord more than you've served the ministry." he replied flatly in return, annoyed by the situation quite frankly. "Perhaps you can enlighten me as to why you are padding towards my office at this hour of the night?" he demanded in a cruel, yet velvety tone.
Tonks looked around, moving over to some of the shelves, looking at everything. He had interesting things, and she didn't really have a respect for privacy. "Mad-eye sent me." She turned her head to smile at him, picking a trinket up off one of the shelves to look at it, before putting it back down. "We were hoping you had some spare boomslang skin you could let us have." They were having issues procuring it. And it seemed to be like something Severus would have in his private stores.
Severus chuckled under his breath. "And what makes the old fool I would be more responsive to you?" he hissed rising from his desk, using his usual classroom mannerisms. It didn't matter that he wasn't dressed, or that he wore fluffy black slippers, he was still intimidating, and he knew this.
Tonks had never thought Severus to be a slippers kind of guy. And yes, although Severus had his intimidating moments, Tonks knew he was a good man. Or at least, that's what Dumbledore believed. He may sound mean and grumpy. But what was he going to do to her? Give her detention? "Heavens if I know." She spoke, but her eyes were still glued to his feet. It was amusing to say the least. "Perhaps he thinks I have a certain charm." She was a perky one, that's for sure. Maybe they thought her general happiness would rub off on the old grump.
Severus stared at her blankly and down to his feet. His nostrils flared as he inhaled. He hissed. "And what do I get from giving you this Boomslang skin?" he tried to remain calm and civil.
"Certainly you are aware it is restricted, if not prohibited by most governments. It is most...dangerous to obtain." he argued coldly.
Tonks blinked. He wanted something for it? What did he want? "You get... the undying gratitude of a Metamorphmagus?" That was a good one. Undying gratitude meant Tonks would be willing to do all sorts of party tricks for you. Duck beaks, pig noses, bunny ears, the works. She pursed her lips and clasped her hands in front of her, almost in a pleading motion. "Please?" What in Merlin's beard did Tonks have to offer Severus Snape?
Severus began to scowl, and paused, Nymphadora's words repeating in his mind. "Hmmm..." he hummed with a mischievous smirk. Most likely a face he hadn't shown so openly since his youth.
With a small movement he turned to his desk and opened a drawer, extracting a small black frame. "Take this form." he said coldly, handing it over to Tonks. How he'd have dreamed to see the flaming red hair, and sparkling green eyes...
Tonks looked down at the picture. She looked at Snape with a cocked eyebrow. Then she looked back down at the picture. Those eyes... she felt like she'd seen those eyes before, but she couldn't place it. "Aw, Severus." Why else would he have a picture in his desk? It had to be a crush. Someone way out of his league of course. But still, her hair was moving from that red violet to a sharp flaming shade of red. She closed her eyes, and she even changed her face. She opened her eyes to check the picture - and they were that beautiful shade of green. But her nose was too long, she lifted a finger to the tip, and just gently pushed in, shortening it to the right length.
She tilted the picture a bit - trying to catch her reflection to make sure it was proper. "She's pretty." Tonks commented softly. She was. And Tonks found herself feeling a tad jealous.
Severus felt a blush dust his cheek, but made nothing of it as she fawned. He shrugged, and looked away as she assumed the form, attempting not to think of Tonks.
When he raised his eyes up again at her words, he swallowed hard. She was just like he remembered. It almost made him cry. Without realizing it, he was standing before Tonks, setting a hand on her cheek with a sad smile. Merlin, I've missed you he thought, and it slipped through his usual cold demeanor.
Tonks stared up at him, and the hand on her cheek caused a blush to slip over her face. It was... it was the way he was looking at her. She shifted under his gaze, offering him a small smile. She'd never seen Severus look like that. It made him human. In a sense, Tonks thought, Snape always tried to dehumanize himself, to separate himself from everyone. Emotional defenses, yadda, yadda. "Are.. you okay?" She spoke softly.
Severus eyes were transfixed by the green gaze before him. When the female voice reached his ears he was back at his time at Hogwarts. Back to the days where he and Lily were friends.
He smiled. "I am now," he whispered gently, as if speaking to a lover in the most intimate way.
Those words made Tonks heart skip a beat. Her lips parted slightly. The normally bubbly talkative female was at a complete loss for words. She lifted a hand to gently touch his, her fingers sliding across his as she looked up into those dark eyes. Was this a mistake? To take this form? Or... should she be proud, that she could make Serverus do something other than scowl and broad.
Her warm fingers caressed his hand and Severus closed his eyes to hold back the tears. I'm doing the best I can, Lily, he thought, his head falling forward a bit.
His thumb stroked the side of her cheek gently, and he opened his eyes to meet the emerald pair once more, realizing he was much closer than he'd been earlier, cheeks flaming.
Tonks' cheeks were almost as red as her hair. She'd... never been so close to Severus before. Nor did she ever think she would be. Was she supposed to do something? She wasn't sure and pursed her lips gently as she debated the thought. After a moment of deliberation, she decided that it would be okay. She moved her head forward a tad, pressing her lips softly against his. The kiss lasted only mere moments, and she pulled back, her cheeks flushed, her heart hammering. Oh, he was going to kill her for that. Or at least, that's what she thought.
Severus felt lips against his, pulling him back to his fantasies of Lily. How many times had he helped her with homework, magic, the wizarding world, her family... everything... and never, ever getting anything in return, but the opportunity to dream, and bask in her presence?
As quickly as it happened, she pulled back, and his hands clasped her shoulders. His eyes bore into hers, and pulled her close again, pressing his lips to hers with a little force.
Too bad Tonks knew nothing about those years of sexual frustration. Tonks blinked sharply in surprise, as he kissed her back. She swallowed hard and pressed her lips back against his, those bright, beautiful green eyes slipping shut.
His hands clasped her cheeks meeting her lips more fervently - years of imagination and fantasy coming to life. He broke the kiss and stared hoping for another glimpse of those green eyes, refusing to think of Tonks, pushing the thoughts away. He could handle the shame later. He pushed her hair back behind her ear and smiled softly.
Tonks opened her eyes when Severus broke the kiss. She was nervous. This was Severus Snape... "Oh.. Severus." She whispered softly. She could do this. It would make him happy. Tonks liked it when people were happy.
He heard his name in a whisper and gently rubbed her cheek with his thumb. At this point he knew he was no longer faced with Lily, but Tonks. He sighed, and for a moment wondered how far this could go. His fingers ran through her silky red hair and kissed her forehead. "I'm here," he whispered against her skin. "I won't leave you again." he promised amused with himself. He wasn't exactly lying, and it would keep Tonks interested.
Tonks really wasn't entirely sure what... what she was supposed to say. The 'clumsy auror' moved one of her hands to the older man's chest. She tilted her head up again, moving on her toes a bit to press her lips once more to his. Maybe he wouldn't be so mean to everyone all the time. Her hand clasped around the cloth of his robe, gripping it gently as she kissed him.
Snape was yanked back into a kiss, memories of past fantasies coming to mind. He gripped the sides of her jacket, and pulled her closer, leaning into a passionate kiss. He hoped there wouldn't be any more talking. This was perfectly fine. A hand found it's way to her neck, feeling the gentle flow of hair brushing against it. Lily... he thought longingly.
Tonks let her grip loosen on his robe. Her hand itching towards the small opening. She slipped that delicate hand inside to gently brush across Severus's chest. It was an odd feeling for Tonks. Certainly something she'd never thought of doing. She still wondered - in the back of her mind - if she should still even be doing this? Wasn't this wrong? Who was she pretending to be? Her hand slipped inside his robes, and he moaned lightly into their kiss.
He slid his hands down her sides, and brought her forward by clasping her arse. It'd been so long he'd wanted to do such a thing that he'd accept the slap for it if it came. As they kissed, Severus tentatively pushed his tongue forward. He was glad he'd had some practice over the summer, or he'd have been truly embarrassed.
Hearing that sound, or at least that type of sound coming from Serverus… It made her blush... and the way he grabbed her. Pulled her close. Her breath was stuck in her throat, but she parted her lips as that tongue made its advance. Who knew Severus Snape knew how to be sexual. Although the thought was amusing, this was not the time to be thinking it. Tonks flicked her tongue out a bit, inviting his into her mouth. She was nervous. And she honestly, had every right to be.
His tongue danced with hers as he slowly discovered her mouth, sliding his tongue against her own, her smoothe teeth, and rugged palate. He was gentle, and yet demanding in his kiss. Severus's hands gripped a little harder on her arse, blushing as the hardness of his arousal caused his robes to tent. For the whole of their moment, Severus had forgotten about the shower he'd taken earlier, and how naked he was under his single black garb. His cheeks flushed and he was glad for the darkness the dungeons offered.
Tonks let her hand slip a little lower on his chest, moving to let her fingers dance over his abdomen. Her fingers were shaking a bit. She knew how naked he was under that robe. And being so close to him? That rising 'problem' made Tonks mind go a bit foggy. She moved the hand that wasn't on his chest to the tie of his robe, just resting it there. She didn't want to spook him. Severus Snape wasn't your ordinary man. She didn't know how he was going to react to certain things. With Lupin... and others in the past. It had been so... natural. So easy to get into. She'd never been nervous before. It was an odd experience.
His hands slid back against her sides, shakily brushing her breast, and finding their place on her shoulders underneath her coat. With a gentle move, encouraged by her wandering hands, he let her coat fall to the ground with a silent thud, never breaking their kiss.
Lily... he thought clasping her cheeks again, and pulling her into an almost bruising kiss. How he'd imagined her hesitant touches, her light hands on his skin.
Tonks pulled gently on the tie. Loosening his robe as her hand slipped across his stomach. Was she... was she allowed to go lower? She was a bit nervous, but certainly didn't want to suffer the embarrassment of asking. Tonks let out a soft sound into the kiss at the sheer force of it. She rolled her shoulders a bit as her coat was slipped off them. Her throat was a bit dry as she moved her tongue slowly and sensually with his.
Severus felt his robes open, his erection no longer constricted by the cloth, bobbing before him. It normally would have made him stop, and apologize, but if she hadn't wanted to go further, she wouldn't have unleashed him he thought. His hands shakily ran down her front, pausing a moment on her small tender breast and down to the edge of her shirt. Gently, he made his way under, her warm skin soft under the touch of his fingers. His movements were tentative, loving, gentle. Though he knew she was Tonks, it wasn't her body he was touching; it was Lily's. Lily's body was a shrine, an altar on which he wanted to give his undying love. His tongue caressed hers with a gentleness, and reverence he'd never shown anyone. His hands slid to the small of her back and he pulled her in closer.
She let her hand slip a bit lower, just... letting her fingers gently brush across his shaft. She was nervous. The intimate way he was touching her. He was so... gentle. It truly wasn't what she expected from the normally quiet and angry Severus Snape. But as his fingers brushed her skin, it sent shivers up her spine. She pulled her hands away from him for a moment, just to grab the edges of her shirt, she broke the kiss for a moment as she pulled her shirt over her head and let it drop to the floor. As the cool air danced across her skin she moved one arm over her torso, those vibrant green eyes staring up at him.
Severus felt her fingers brush his shaft, causing it to bob up and down once. He shivered, closing his eyes not to give in to instinct and rip her clothing off. As quickly as the touch had come it had left, and he felt an emptiness in his stomach. The hands that had been on his skin were gone, and he looked down into the emerald gaze that transfixed him. The sight of the pale skin emerging from her removal of her shirt was a sight he hadn't anticipated. His normally cold black eyes were filled with loving warmth, basking at the sight. Lily...you're absolutely... he began to praise in his mind.
"Beautiful." the word was the most intimate murmur. A slip from his interior monologue.
His dark eyes met hers, and he smiled softly. It looked odd on the Potions master, pulling lines that had never creased in his normally cold features.
Tonks felt herself flush at that. She moved her hands to gently grasp the opening of his robe, moving to push it off his shoulders. This was okay. They were two consenting adults, even if Tonks knew that Severus was only after this because Tonks was pretending to by whoever was in the photograph. But seeing that smile on those lips. It was odd for Tonks to see. She found herself wondering if she'd ever seen him smile. She lifted a hand to cup his cheek, touching the gentle curve of his lips. He was beautiful, in a dark... older man kind of way. She lifted a hand, ran it up his chest, over the crook of his neck. He was different. She moved her lips forward, pressing a soft kiss to his now bare shoulder, her lips placing soft kissing leading up to his neck.
Severus watched the pink tinge her cheeks, and the small smile she returned setting a hand on his cheek. He set his own hand over it and closed his eyes a moment, before looking down at her once more as her other hand slithered to hold the crook of his neck.
Her face inched towards his, and without a thought, he abandoned himself into another kiss. His hands roamed the free skin of her chest, feeling her perky breasts firm against his now naked chest. "You're cold." he said in a hushed velvet tone of concern. His lips pressed into a line and he smiled again. "My quarters aren't much, but they'd be warmer." he whispered lovingly in her ear. His way of offering his bed in the adjoining room.
Tonks felt loved. Truly, deeply loved. Even if the love wasn't directed towards her. She pressed herself against him. Feeling him so close to her "That sounds wonderful." She whispered softly. She pulled away from him. Reaching out to gently take his hand, giving him a soft tug as she moved towards the door that adjoined the rooms. This was something they would probably never talk of again, but she would enjoy this while she could.
Severus laced his fingers through hers and cast a silent spell to their fallen clothing to find an armchair near the bed. It was a queen sized four-poster bed, with a high count thread set of sheets, and an emerald comforter. Nothing fancy, but nothing less than the wonders, which came of being at Hogwarts. He pulled her towards the bed and undid the button of her pants in silence, gently unzipping them. Before he moved anymore he looked up to her and pulled her gently into a kiss. Lily, Lily, Lily... he thought.
Tonks' heart skipped a beat as the male undid her pants. She pressed her lips back to Severus's as she moved her hands to the hem of her own pants and wiggled her way out of them, kicking them away. She slipped her hand down and very gently grasped his shaft. She gave the older man a gentle squeeze as she kissed him.
With a bout of silent wandless magic, the sheets pulled themselves back behind the two. Without a word, he pulled Tonks Lily closer, breaking her seize of his shaft, and picked her off the floor with ease.
She pressed herself tight against him as he picked her up. But as soon as she was off the ground, she had solidity under her once more, only this time, it was in the form of a bed. She shifted under the blankets, wiggling her body as she got a bit more comfortable.
As gently as he could, he settled her in the folds of the sheets, and slid beside he, pulling the comforters over them. The lighting was dim, but he could still see the bright red hair, and the sparkling gleam of her green eyes. He kissed her, sweetly, passionately, and completely. His hand shakily running down her naked body and stopping at her thigh.
The red haired woman pressed her lips hungrily back to Snape's. The feel of his hand slipping down her body caused her back to arch gently, an ever delicate sound of pleasure slipping from between her lips. As that hand moved to her thigh, the female opened her legs a little bit. She was giving him full access - if he wanted it.
He rested his forehead against hers as she settled beside him, his crooked nose brushing against her dainty one. In the dimmed light of his dungeon bedroom, he peered into the emerald eyes he'd fawned over since childhood. He pet her cheek softly and bent down to kiss her gently. Lily, I wish I could apologize for everything...I wish you could redeem me...
Severus felt her legs open, giving him access, and he was glad he'd had some practice not too long ago. He let his hand slide over the length of her thigh a moment, feeling the softness of the skin before sliding it up the inside of the opposite leg, pausing at her entrance. He slid a finger against her folds, feeling the thin layer of moistness covering it, and reached for her clit gently. His fingers weren't the softest, but his touch was delicate and careful, tenderly teasing the erogenous bulb. His own erection was pressed against her hard with the proximity.
Tonks arched her back slightly as he slid that finger against her. She parted her lips and wetted them as one hand moved to gently rest on Severus's shoulder. Tonks pressed her lips hard up against his. She shifted her hips, wiggling her body in what she hoped was an enticing manner. She could feel his erection, and she found it ever more encouraging. It was oddly exciting, and strangely satisfying. Intimacy with Severus that was. It was like... some forbidden prize. A whole lot better than winning the Tri-Wizard Cup or something like that.
Snape watched her and almost forgot he was touching her as her tongue licked over her lips, mesmerizing him. The shock of the rough kiss she pushed against his lips, and the shimmy she gave however, reminded him of what he was doing. Part of him just wanted to jump her bones right then and there, but he knew it wouldn't be so easy. His fingers slipped across her wet clit, sliding down into the folds of her labia without penetrating yet, just preparing the terrain. When he felt it was enough to go further, he slid a finger inside, and curled it, giving it a twist, and pulling it out before starting the process over again.
Tonks let out the smallest gasp as those fingers slid over her clit. Her toes curled gently and a shivering breath slipped out of her lips when he pushed that finger inside of her. She turned her head away from him, a soft blush dancing across her cheeks, the shade of red almost matching that of her hair. Her teeth raked across her lower lip as he pushed that finger back into her. The hand that wasn't on Severus's shoulder curled in the sheets, gripping them tightly as he worked. She let out a soft sound of approval.
Severus watched her as she seemed to twist as he touched her, gasping and moaning. If it hadn't been for his recent misdeeds he'd have thought she were hurting and stopped, but now, he just reveled in how he was making her feel. He smiled and kissed down her neck, taking a nipple in his mouth, learning it's every surface with his tongue, finger still working below. After some time he let a second finger slither in, twisting, and scissoring until he could fit a third one in.
The hand that was gripping the sheets moved up to tangle her fingers in that think black hair. She... honestly didn't want him going anywhere. Tonks shivered as he worked on her body. Pleasure filled. Certainly wasn't what she had been planning on doing when she first slipped through his chamber doors.
"Please..." She breathed out softly.
She wanted him. He had made her want him. Want him inside her. She wanted his body moving against hers, she wanted his hips pushing against her, she wanted him in her, on her, with her.
The sheets threatened to pull off the corner of the mattress at the rate Tonks Lily was clenching the sheets, writhing in pleasure. Snape was too enthralled by her breast and the growing wetness that had unleashed at his hand. His cock was twitching with a yearning to penetrate her, and then she pleaded for it. His heart was pounding in his ears as he pushed her onto her back gently. Please... it had been so tender and so full of want. She wanted him. He pulled his fingers out and gently brushed her legs to pry them open as he settled between her thighs. His dark gaze met those green gems one more time as the tip of his weeping erection brushed her folds. His breath roughened at the feel. Severus slid his hands up her sides and slithered them under her shoulders to pull her onto him. As he gently pulled, pushing himself lower against her body, until he ultimately sheathed himself into her with a breathed appreciation for the warmth he'd delved into. His large crooked nose met the crook of her neck and he breathed in her scent leaving small kisses, waiting to see how she'd taken having him inside her before pursuing.
Tonks shivered, her body clenching around him, her back arching, pressing her breasts against him. She let out a quivering moan. He was just so... large. Filling her up. She was in lust. So not love. Severus Snape was not someone to be 'loved'. No. Far too shady of a character, his loyalties seemed shaky. So yes, only lust. Simple lust filled the Lily shaped Tonks. She lifted her hips a bit, trying to invite him in more. She wanted him filling her, stuffing her, fucking her. Raw, and hard.
"Please." She pleaded for him again, her voice filled with need and want.
Her arms moved around him, holding him close. His kisses heated her skin, sent goosebumps down her spine. Wanted more? No. Hardly. She needed it.
He knew he'd been a bit quick at entering her, but she'd been so warm and inviting, he couldn't have stopped himself. His yellowed teeth scraped her as he pulled out slowly. Please it was more demanding this time. The sound made his heart rate increase, and he sheathed himself in her harshly, hoping to extract a sound from her. Something primal.
I don't need help from a filthy little mudblood. the words still haunted him to this day. How she'd turned her back. He pulled himself out and pushed himself in harshly again, following a slow rhythm of pleasure and pain.
His movements were down right blissful. The roughness and his size. She moaned softly, biting on her bottom lip to try to stifle the sound. Though she knew, most likely, no one could hear her. There was of course, the possibility of peeves terrorizing them. She could hear him now TONKS AND SNAPE SITTING IN A TREE F-U-C-K-I-N-G. Scampering down the halls, laughing like a mad-man. A blush danced across her cheeks at the though as she shifted to wrap her legs around his waist. Pulling him into her. Her fingers dug into Severus' back, her nails leaving small crescent moon shaped marks.
Severus bit the crook of her neck as he delved into her with force. Her nails were digging into his skin, and though this was somewhat painful - all things considered it was tickling compared to what he'd been through - it made him increase his rhythm. It's too late. He heard her voice say in his head, taken back to the moment after he'd apologized. His movements became fast, and harsh. His lips kissed the place he'd bit and moved up to meet her lips harsher than ever, seizing them in a bruising kiss. I've made excuses for you for years. He was panting as he doubled his speed, trying to shut the voice in his head, and finding it hard with the sight of the blush in her cheeks. His fingers tightened against her shoulders for a moment, and used the leverage of her shoulders to pull her harder on him a few times before sliding them down her back until he reached her hips. She was so tight, warm, and wet against his pulsing shaft and it was ever so slowly bringing him over the edge. His fingers dug into her skin, he was beginning to get rough.
She cried out softly, her breath was coming in gentle pants. She drug those nails down his back, before letting him go, her hands moving to once again, grasp those now crinkled sheets.
"S...Severus..." She moaned out softly, those pretty green eyes shutting, her nose crinkling a bit cutely.
She pressed her lips hard back against his, almost... angrily in a way. She nipped at his bottom lip playfully, flicking her tongue out, inviting him in.
The stutter in his name sent waves down his back, and he watched her close her eyes, nails digging down her back. None of my friends can understand why I even talk to you. her voice was saying in his head. He felt a tongue against his bruising kiss, and he pushed his into her mouth with force, taking control of the kiss as his hands slid to her knees. He pulled away and lifted those white soft legs on his shoulders, exposing his scarred chest. You and your precious little Death Eater friends
"Look at me" his voice was ragged and panted scratchy.
Tonks hesitated for a few long moments before those vibrant green eyes opened to look up at him. Taking in the contours of his face, the sharp darkness of his eyes. He really was... strangely beautiful. The way he had her body almost gave her a trapped feeling, but... it was generally okay. She moaned fairly loudly as she slipped her hand up his chest, moving to cup his cheek. That ragged voice, the scratchiness of his tone. It was... hot.
Severus watched those green eyes open and meet his darkened gaze. They were looking up at him, watching him, analyzing him. It was the way he'd always wanted Lily to look at him, and he felt his cheeks warm. You've chosen your way, I've chosen mine, the inner monologue of Lily continued playing, and his jaw clenched harshly. He gripped her hips and used her legs to push and pull himself in and out of her faster than he had before.
She cherished the feeling of each thrust. The roughness pushing hard against her hips. She'd most likely be sore in the morning, but it was worth it. So very worth it. Lucky for Tonks, she was completely unaware of the internal conflict the man was going through. She moaned loudly as the male picked up his pace. Her body moving harshly with his motions.
He pushed her legs off him harshly, unable to have her look at him like that reach for him as if he were...attractive. He crushed his lips against hers harsher than he had, his hands gripping her neck, fingers raggedly running through her hair. He growled into the kiss he pushed on her, pulling himself out, and pulling away with a wicked grin.
As he pulled out of her, Tonks really didn't know what he was going to do. Half of her thought he was going to finish, but when he quickly repositioned her... in such a fashion.
Before she could say anything, he turned her around and lay above her, breathing down her neck and sliding his hands down her sides. He grabbed her wrists and pulled them up until he held them above her head. He chanted under his breath and rope bound them together, and slithered to one of the four posts of his bed to secure her. He grinned as he tested them. He kissed her neck as his hands gripped her hips and pulled her rump up until she was on her knees. His fingers slid between her legs and slid against her labia, and quickly replaced it with his pulsing cock.
As that rope tightened around her wrists. She flipped that long red hair so she could turn her head to look at him. She had expected general roughness, but restraints? She arched her back a bit as he slipped those fingers over her, a small gasp leaving her lips once those fingers had been replaced. She shifted her hips a bit, pressing herself onto him. She wanted him back inside her. Such an eager little Metamorphmagus.
A wave of red hair whipped, and the green gaze met his again. He watched her, arching her back, pressing against him, yearning for him so eagerly. His hands were rough against her hips. He leaned forward, his chest against her arched back, lips curled in a snarl at her ear.
"Change back," he hissed pulling the red hair back, his nose drawing a line on her cheek.
His hardness was pressed at her entrance.
"Tonks." he breathed, calling her by her preferred name for the first time.
Tonks peered at him with those green eyes for a moment and just gave the small nod. She was panting, if that's what it would take, then she'd change back. Her featured changed slowly. Her nose first, then her cheek bones, the general shape of her eyes, even the color dulled. The vibrant red hair dimmed to a soft shade of lavender. The whole process honestly didn't take any more time than 30 seconds. She pulled a bit at her arms as she wiggled her hips eagerly.
Lily's features melted and all that remained roped to his bed was Tonks. It wasn't as exciting but it didn't dim his arousal any less. He could feel her wetness against his member, feel the shimmy her hips gave against him. His features turned into a cruel smirk and he waved a hand at the wall in front of them transfiguring it silently into a mirror.
"Did you expect to soften me?" his voice was a hiss at her ear. The kind that made students sink in their seats and shiver with fright. "I want you to watch, to see so that you may never forget this moment."
Tonks looked at her reflection in the mirror for a moment. Staring at the way strands of hair were sticking to her forehead. She looked at Severus in the mirror. His hiss did send shivers down her back, causing the female to inhale sharply, her body tensing.
His fingers dug into her hips as he pushed himself into her harshly, rocking back and forth.
"I want you to scream for me," he growled giving her rump a harsh hit.
His fingers tightened on her hips as he pushed into her, she let out a low moan, letting her head fall forward as he rocked her body with his motions. She let out a small cry of pleasure, all for him. Only, for him. Her hands almost seemed as if they were trying to grasp something, anything. Her hands curling, and her fingers tangling with each other. She pulled against on the ropes. She wanted to be able to brace herself better.
He eyed her fingers clenching, attempting to cling the rope as she tensed, and moaned. He smirked maliciously and spanked her arse again, harder. When he was done her hair will have gone through every shade he promised himself.
"So eager." he said silkily as she let out a cry.
His hands slid up her back and parted ways at her shoulders, reaching under for her breasts. He pinched her nipples harshly and gripped her breasts as leverage to pull himself into her in another set of thrusts.
Tonks just let out another moan at that. This one louder than the last. She was eager. Her hair was already working its way through the colors, first pink, then red, now purple. Her body curled slightly as he pinched her breasts.
"Mmmm." She purred loudly.
The only thing she could think of was how good it hurt. His rough thrusts, his hard gropes. He was better at this than Tonks would have thought. Severus didn't seem like the type to get out much.
Severus grinned at her pur reaching a hand out, his wand flying to his open grasp. He leaned back after squeezing her left tit once more, watching her perfect unblemished back as black strips serpented out of his wand.
"Let's add some color, shall we?" he smirked bringing his arm up, and down in a slashing motion.
The dozen straps hanging out of his watch met her back with a swift sounding hiss. It wasn't what he'd learned that particular spell for, in fact he very much doubted the Dark Lord ever intended to use it in such a manner, and the thought made him smirk as red blotches appeared against her alabaster skin. Three more hits and surely he'd break the skin.
Tonks hadn't been looking at the mirror, she'd been looking at the bed. She wasn't even entirely sure what was going to happen until the sharp stinging pain moved through her body. Her eyes clenching shut tightly as she surprised cry mingled with pain, pleasure, and want, slipped through her lips. She turned her head sharply to look at him, though, the look in her eyes wasn't really one of anger. Did she had an issue with him hitting her? No. The pain had caused her warm skin to tingle. Her senses were sharp, and her eyes held a bit of... eagerness. Her lower lip quivered slightly as she looked back at him. She sucked in her lower lip, clamping her teeth over it before looking back to the mirror. Looking back at her reflection.
Her eyes met his with a mix of anger, pain, and want. The little slut still wanted him after everything. He'd used her to shag Lily, and now he was unleashing his anger on her and she still enjoyed it. His features were contented, pleased to get some anger, and yet, still annoyed with the want. Who in their right might could possibly want him? The thought had no longer been in his mind that he brought the hissing strands of Dark Arts down on her splotched red back, a little harder than the last. His eyes met hers in the mirror with a twisted pleasure she'd probably only seen in Dark Wizards she'd faced in the field.
People had odd tastes. Tonks favored a werewolf, obviously she enjoyed the possibility of dangers. At the second hit, she cried out louder than before. Her eyes clenching shut as they watered in pain. Tonks let her head drop forward, her hair blocking her view of the mirror. She had caught that look right before she had closed her eyes. She wasn't entirely sure he was in it for the fun and games anymore. Her breath was coming out in quivering pants.
She was quivering and panting, face down in the mattress, and he laughed coldly.
"Did I tell you to look away?" he hissed, his cock twitching inside her, desiring to drive in harder and deeper, but she was almost where he wanted her.
The black strands met her skin again, this time leaving definite red stripes across her back, just lightly raised against the white of her skin. He sheathed his wand in his thigh holster and ran his hand against the skin, knowing that she'd see the black edges of his Dark Mark when she lifted her eyes once more.
Tonks kept those eyes clenched shut tightly at the third hit. Her body shivered violently, it stung and burned. The feel of his hands running over the stinging raised flesh, she arched her back a bit, as if to pull away from his hand.
She slowly lifted her head, her eyes opening as she stared at him through her light purple hair. She was doing her best not to look him in the eyes, which made her pretty eyes wander. She caught sight of the edges. And those pretty eyes went a bit wide, an extra gasp leaving her lips. She didn't expect... not him. Not to have it. Was he really... was he that close to the Dark Lord? Her body tensed tightly around him, there was a tinge of fear in her eyes, but... it was a natural reaction for anyone.
He moaned as he felt her clench around him in fear, avoiding his touch. He bent forward, to kiss up her spine, his dark hair brushing her hurt skin softly.
Half-way he began to lick her back, dragging it up again before raising himself, and thrusting into her hard. Sheathed to the rim, he began puling out, using his weight as he pushed and pulled into her with increasing speed. He gripped her rump roughly, though a little sweeter than before as he pounded into her, balls slapping against her thigh.
Her body gave a gentle shiver at his kisses, the wetness of his tongue made her close her eyes. Her fingers trying to grasp for something once more. It was hard to brace herself in this position. She gave a low, drawn out moan as he continued to thrust into her. She let her head drop forward again. He was so deep inside her, the pleasure from the sex itself was enough to almost numb the pain. The chemicals her brain was releasing. She moaned fairly loudly as she rocked her hips back against him slightly. It felt good, to have him that deep inside her.
He watched her muscles twitch and search for some sort of release, so way to rid herself of the pressure he was causing. He let his left hand slide down and reached under to press his fingers against her clit, wanting to see her practically fight against her bindings. He watched her in the mirror.
"Look." he hissed, bending down to bite the first piece of skin he could reach.
"I want you to remember the pleasure as much as the pain." he said quietly, his voice having the properties of a whip.
His fingers turned over her clit mercilessly as he continued to drive into her, feeling the pressure build itself in his groin. He could feel himself twitch towards his own release, slowing to keep it contained a bit longer. She would remember this first round. The thought caused him to smirk. He would give her a night to remember.
The pressure of his fingers against her clit made her shiver, as she pressed back into him, curling her body slightly, causing her hands to pull on the restraints. A moan slipped out of her throat. She would remember this till the day she died. She'd never, ever been treated this way. The pain he caused her, hurt so good, and the pleasure was beyond what she'd felt before.
Tonks had a decent amount of experience. But never once, did a man bring her anywhere near close to an orgasm. And Severus Snape? Was getting there. And quickly. She tugged harshly again on her restraints, her body wanting to coil in on itself as he continued to fuck her harshly.
Severus saw her pull back, the rope restraining her tensing, making the poll it was bound too oscillate lightly. His breath was harsh and a pant as he silently charmed a ring at the base of his cock. She was so close, he could feel it, and it wanted to see her come, to watch her abandon herself completely. His fingers continued to taunt her, pushing, circling, twisting, sliding against the wetness he had caused, reveling in the moans and movements he extracted from her. His member was hurting from his restraint and still he continued to delve into her harsh and fast, giving her no time to recover. His other hand was clasped tightly against her hip, steadying as he plowed.
Tonks let out an extremely loud, and fairly high pitched moan. "Oooooooh..." She moaned out loudly. He was quite relentless with his motions, not that that was a bad thing. Her whole body was tense. She was honestly trying to home off coming, but she was having a whole lot of issues. Her hands clenched and unclenched, her body causing her to tug on them harshly. Her wrists were stinging, rubbing against the harsh feel of the rope. The young female let out another loud moan.
"S-severus I c.. I can't..." Her words sounded a bit hoarse, she was struggling to speak and not moan at the same time.
But that was all the warning Severus got before she came around his throbbing member, her body clenching tightly around him. Her hair was a deep shade of purple as her body twisted and writhed, fighting the restraints.
The sounds that came out of her was music to his ears. His fingers still probing her clit were getting wrinkled from the wetness she produced and still he continued. Her words were enough for him to make the ring he'd made appear vanish with black smoke. She clenched around him, and the feeling sent him over the edge. She was coming harshly and he rode out his own orgasm, pushing harshly a few more times before collapsing with her on the bed, her knees unable to hold her up. Without a word he pulled his hand from under her and pull his limp member out before rolling so he lay on his back beside her.
He changed the wall back to it's stony self without a word or move, and turned to look at the metamorphmagus beside him. He smiled, not ready to untie her yet. Instead, he pulled her atop him so her arms rested behind his head.
"You're quite a sight, bound." he said silkily, a flash of sheer amusement flicking in his eyes.
Tonks looked down at him, panting. Her body was generally numb from the after effects, and she was in quite the wonderful mood. She shifted her legs, straddling him as she kneeled on shaky knees so she wasn't just laying flat against him.
"I..." She started, and just shook her head with this odd satisfied smile on her lips.
The purple haired woman gave the smallest laugh.
"Never had anything like that."
She tugged absently on her wrists, they were starting to openly sting again. Her flesh around the rope was red and slightly inflamed, but it really didn't seem to bother her much. Severus had successfully been the first man to make Tonks orgasm during sexual intercourse.
His hands seized her hips, and pulled her with him as he sat up against the headboard.
"I've never thought of using such means in bed." he admitted in his usual silky tone. Her skin was soft as he slid them up her side slowly, taking in her body.
Her nipples were still hard, and lightly red from his pinching, and he leaned forward to take one in his mouth, and lick every bit of it before moving on to the next one. He rested his face in her chest a moment, taking a breathe before setting his cheek on her shoulder.
Tonks shifted on his lap. Her hand moving to run through that thick black hair as she held him to her chest.
"No, I mean like... oh god." She sighed blissfully.
It wasn't even his wondrous methods, it was what they caused.
"I actually..."
She gave another little laugh, that content smile on her lips. She'd actually gotten off. She didn't have to fake it to make him feel better.
She's honestly forgotten the whole reason she'd made her way down to the dungeons in the first place. And she half caught herself wondering if she ever actually had to leave.
She spoke unable to finish a single sentence and he sighed. 'Save your breathe," his voice vibrated against her skin as he spoke in his usual tone that was barely above a whisper. "You'll need it for later." he promised with a smirk, falling back against the headboard to watch her.
His eyes lifted towards her bound hands and he tsked. At the rate she was going, he'd have to untie her to avoid any permanent damage. Without warning he cast a diffindo, which would surely cause her fall forward on him. No, if he healed her now, he wouldn't have to worry later. A few lazy wand flicks and some vials and balms from his office were floating towards the room.
Later? Was that a promise for more? Sly little Death Eater. Thinking about it sent shivers up her spine. She did fall forward onto him, her wrists stung as she moved to brace herself. She moved her body, shimmying down so she could rest her head on his chest.
Tonks turned her head to watch the vials and things float in. How sweet. He was going to tend to her wounds. She really hadn't expected him to, she could have cleaned herself up once she left. Was Mad-Eye still waiting for her?
