A chill spread through Tonks's body as she heard the Fleur's words, fear and panic working effectively to destroy the buzz that previously inhibited her mind. Panic dominated her thoughts as the form Veela's took when they were angry popped in her mind, with a special place for the fireballs they conjured to target the source of their ire. Tonks was acutely aware of the fact that she was that source, however secondary.
Then, Harry spoke. His tone was calm, relaxed, a perfect contrast to Tonks' panicked state, something she hardly understood. She had no doubt that Harry would be the one that experienced the real fallout, so it didn't make sense for him to act nonchalantly. "Sorry, Fleur," he just said instead, shrugging in a way just how little he cared about Fleur's her current mood.
"Do you think just saying sorry will save you from my anger," Fleur said, sending another dose of panic across her body. She would have stood up and run, but she didn't trust her legs, still trembling from her latest actions, to carry her faster than Fleur could summon a fireball. Instead, she slowly turned her hair color back to an unassuming brown and decreased her bust size in an hope to stay under her notice.
"You are right," Harry said. Tonks let out a relaxed breath. Harry finally understood the severity of the situation and was trying to rectify it, she thought. Something that was shown to be way off course by his next words. "How about I let you use the crop, would that be apology enough," Harry said.
"Perfect," Fleur said, her earlier annoyed expression instantly evaporating, leaving only a sunny cheer behind. The sudden shift caught Tonks unprepared, losing even the limited control she managed to gather over her body. Her hair color cycled through the range of rainbow, her bust jumping back to their normal size. Still, her surprise was nothing compared to what she felt when she heard Fleur's next words. "But, I'm still angry that you haven't woken me up when Nymphadora arrived. I would have helped you to greet her. Now she thinks I'm a terrible host."
Tonks wanted to answer her, but words didn't obey her no matter how much she begged and pleaded with them. She was lost in the unexpected turn the conversation had taken. Unexpected for her, she corrected herself, a glance towards him enough to see Harry listening to them without a trace of surprise. He waited a few seconds, looking towards Tonks, waiting her to speak. "I'm sure she doesn't mind," Harry said after it became clear that Tonks had shown no sign of speaking, then he turned back towards Tonks. "You don't think Fleur was being a bad host, right? After all, you came unannounced, so part of the fault lies with you."
"No… Of course not. It's my own fault for dropping unannounced," Tonks answered, her British sensibilities momentarily taking control despite the absurdity of the situation she had found herself in. She tried to get back her bearings, but with her mind still addled with the buzz from her latest orgasm, she was unable to grasp the unexpected flow of the discussion. None of their actions or words fitted to her expectations or her limited experiences. Then, Fleur moved, giving Tonks more immediate concerns to process.
"It's so nice to hear that, Nymphadora," Fleur said, and placed her hands on Tonks' breasts, her soft touch contrasting with the stinging sensation of her bruised skin. Tonks' shock increased even more, destroying any hope of her speaking coherently about what was going on. Fleur's mischievous smile told a story of its own. She was clearly aware of Tonks' state, and was planning to abuse it to her heart's content. She caressed her breasts, her hands occasionally straying on her stomach, leaving soft caresses that left a tingling sensation, not unlike caress of a low-powered lightning spell. All while Harry sat on the edge of the bed, watching them with a smile on his own, but making no attempt to stop Fleur.
It took more than five minutes for Tonks to find her voice. Five minutes filled with Fleur's curious hands, invading her body with impunity. "What is going on?" Tonks managed to stammer after a while.
Fleur looked at her eyes. Tonks still expected to see anger, or at least a bitter enjoyment from the dominance she established on her. Instead, a cheerful yet understanding expression danced on her ocean eyes, a soft smile adorning her lips. "Well, since it's the second time you attended to my boyfriend's needs while I wasn't able to, I decided a thank you was in order." Then her smile widened, and Tonks' heartbeat went up. It was an edgy smile that promised many things, pain and pleasure just two of them. She felt the back of her neck being electrified. Tonks imagined it was what a gazelle would feel if the soft patterns of the long grass suddenly turned to be stripes of a tiger, ready to pounce. "Of course, from your shock, I assume you weren't aware of my approval, which means you thought you were sneaking behind my back to have some fun with my boyfriend. I think it deserves some punishment, don't you think so, Nymphadora?"
Tonks was so far away from the island that was her comfort zone, she was unable to see the land, paddling blindly in unknown waters, the usage of her name with impunity not even registering. Helpless, she just nodded. "Good," Fleur said, and raised her hand, displaying her wand held delicately between her fingers. Before Tonks could react, she waved her wand, and four silk ropes appeared from thin air, wrapping themselves around her wrists and ankles. Tonks would have been impressed with the display of skill, four simultaneous conjurations combined with animation charms, and silk wasn't the easiest material for conjuration to begin with. But, the quality of Fleur's magical achievement paled in comparison to her current situation, wrapped like a gift, waiting for the attention of a Veela who was either angry or horny. Tonks wasn't sure which was worse. "What is going on?" Tonks whispered feebly, trying to earn a sliver of control.
"Why, Nymphadora? No need to worry, we will take care of you," Fleur said. "I'm not promising it will be painless, but I promise you will enjoy it immensely." Then, she turned towards Harry. "Dear, could you silence her, please?"
"Of course, sweetheart," Harry answered, leaned for a quick peck, which got lengthened quite a bit when Fleur's arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him in place as she explored his mouth with great vigor. Tonks watched. Even in her current state, the way Fleur's flawless breasts rubbed Harry's muscular one managed to gain the priority in her brain. The heat pooled in her core, making her aware of the enjoyment she was getting from the situation she found herself in. She tried to come up with something to say, then Harry stood above her, his cock fully erect once more, making the issue a moot point. Her mouth opened on autopilot, and he shoved his shaft in the depths of her mouth, filling her mouth with a mixture of taste including her own.
She used her lips and tongue to the best of her ability as she accommodated Harry's shaft in her mouth, despite its girth straining her capacity to the max. But even his presence filling her enough to clog her breathing from time to time wasn't enough to distract her from noticing Fleur, browsing the drawers in search of something. Then, noticing her wavering attention, Harry pushed even deeper, reminding her there were more immediate things she needed to focus. Like breathing.
She felt another pair of hands over her body, their touch much gentler than Harry's, at least initially. Then, they twisted just a little, enough that it was her nails that were grazing Tonks' soft skin instead of her flesh, but the pressure was still soft enough to not to leave any mark. At least in the beginning. With every minute passing, the pressure increased, until she was sure that her skin had long, red traces from Fleur's attention. Still, much to her surprise, she felt enjoyment. Somehow, it felt right.
Harry grabbed her head and increased the rhythm she was subject to, pushing deeper and deeper into her throat without any mercy. She used her talents to enlarge her throat, only for Harry to pull her hair, harsh enough to make her scalp feel on fire. "No cheating," he ordered, and Tonk's found herself following his direction despite the discomfort it caused her, invading her throat mercilessly, again and again, preventing her from breathing.
Even before Fleur's hands found her slit, a climax was steadily closing on, but then she felt her soft fingers inside her tunnel, going in and out again and again. "Oh, yes. Faster," she shouted, at least she tried to shout. With the tasty obstruction in her mouth and her throat, only a muffled, indecipherable moan left her mouth. Still, apparently, it was enough for Harry and Fleur to understand, because both of them sped up their motions, doing their best to arrange a meeting between her and her climax. At least, she hoped it was their best effort, because if it wasn't, she wasn't sure whether she could stand against their best with her mind intact. Then, the climax hit, stripping her mind of its higher level thoughts, leaving only pleasure…
"Such a nice toy," she heard Fleur whisper into her ear, Harry and her already changed their positions. "Did you like your starter, Nymphadora" she added. Tonks felt a wave of anticipation hitting her, even as a question beamed in her mind. If that was just a starter, what did they had in mind when it came to the main course. The answer, she noticed a second later, in form of Harry, holding a large, red wax candle, already alight. Fleur leaned into her ear once more, and whispered. "Safeword, Red dragon." Then before Tonks could reply, she pressed her lips, her delicious, sinful lips… All the while, her hand dragged down, passing through her neck, dallying a bit around her tits, before slipping even lower and massaging her lower lips once more.
Her attention grabbed by Fleur's masterful attention, she had momentarily forgotten the third person in the room. Harry proved just how willing to make her remember that. She felt him caressing her lower leg, and just as she was about to screen out his low-intensity attention in lieu of Fleur's more forceful touches, she felt a burning feeling at the same point Harry touched. The pain faded before the gasp left her mouth completely. She was tempted to utter the safe words immediately, but the wave of pleasure that immediately followed the pain held her back, especially when she felt Harry's lips gently pressing the edges of the throbbing sensation.
The second flare of pain radiated, this time just below her knee. She gasped once more, but without the absolute shock of the first one, she found it quite bearable, especially with the tender attention that followed it. "Nice girl," Fleur whispered, after pulling away from her lip to lick her earlobe. "You deserve a reward." With that, Fleur's mouth drifted downward, leaving a trail of saliva over her neck on its journey to her breasts. "They look so tasty," she murmured before sinking her teeth into her flesh without a warning. Tonks felt a painful shout pushing against the confines of her mouth, but Fleur disregarded her distress, and continued leaving bite marks over her tits, occasionally replaced by heated kisses instead. Meanwhile, Harry continued dripping heated droplets of wax across her legs, covering her thighs with its dried remains and throbbing marks.
There was no question about it, her body was being used to fulfill the lustful urges of those two deviants. Tonks should have felt anger for them to dare treat her like a passive toy, and hexing both of them to the next week. But one simple fact held her hand. She never felt such an intense wave of pleasure, not when she was with any of her boyfriends, and definitely not when she was trying to care for her own needs. Turning down such an intense pleasure was simply not possible.
"Let's switch," she heard Harry saying through her haze, and suddenly, Fleur's teeth left her tits, their presence immediately substituted by another drip of hot wax. Then, Fleur's diligent tongue started its work amongst her wet lips, more than making up for leaving her breasts alone.
"Oh, yes." Tonks heard those exact words ringing in the room again and again, though she had trouble identifying the exact source. Only after she realized her throat was getting rather sore that she realized it was her own voice. But it felt unfamiliar. It was unbounded, filled with a pleasure she had never felt before. She tried to consider the implications, but it was already too late, the climax had caught her hard, forcing her body to twist, hard enough to strain the silk ties that was currently holding her immobile.
She wasn't in any condition to pay any attention to the shuffling around the room, though the intensive noise from their kissing was enough to penetrate her pleasured haze. She cracked her eyes open, watching as her sweet torturers locked lips, their hands aggressively exploring each others' bodies. Enraptured, she barely paid attention to the fact that the ropes around her ankles and wrists vanished, other than the fact that they let her hands free to caress her body freely.
Then, their kisses stopped as abrupt as they started, and they pulled apart. Harry took his position in between her legs, his huge cock swinging with his every step, while Fleur leaned towards her lips. "You have been such a nice girl," Fleur said in a tone that tickled her insides. "So much that we decided to reward you… Are you ready for it?"
The only thing Tonks was able to do in response was nodding her head in an enthusiastic approval.
