Seducing A Nymph

Warning: Rated R for sexual content. Do not read for character development. However, I hope you can appreciate what Remus learns about and from Nymphadora.

Dias de los Muertos

Lesson 4

Tonks' Flat

After the longest, bloody Order meeting I've ever had to endure, we apparate to the street where Tonks lives. I didn't trust myself not to ravish her in a cab, not with her chocolate brown, velvet dress inviting me to touch her. And the distance would have been too much of a bother on foot, what with the cast on her ankle.

"Remember, the Lesson tonight is Initiative," says Tonks in a solemn voice as she stands by her door, "and not it's not the Final Exam."

"Right, no Final Exam unless we're both hale and hearty," I quickly agree. I sweep Tonks into my arms and say, "Here, let me help you."

I kick open the door to her flat and she's laughing softly into my shoulder as I carry her straight to her bedroom. Yes, she is reveling in my desperation, the witch. A very beautiful, utterly desirable, completely enchanting witch.

I look down into her sparkling eyes and say, "You're a very wicked woman to enjoy my predicament."

"Lust becomes you." Then she sweetly asks, "You did remember to shut the door this time?"

I stop to glare at her. But rather than be intimidated, she flicks her wand at the door so that it gives a resounding slam. Nothing is penetrating that door tonight.

It only takes me a few steps to make it to her bedroom door which I also kick open. I call for dim lighting so that I don't trip over the obstacle course that is her bedroom floor.

The tweed bear on her dresser is looking at me with calm detachment as if he had predicted my inevitable fall. Blasted bear looks like he's smirking at me. I wave my hand to turn him to face the wall.

"One voyeur is enough for one day," I grumble.

Tonks, my lovely lady, is now giggling as I release her to stand by the bed. Really, her chocolate curls are bouncing on her head. But then she pulls my head down to her and speaks with her lips just a whisper from my own.

"Poor, Professor, let me make it all better."

Suddenly the warmth I've been yearning for in the past two months is suffusing right into me. Oh, Merlin, I just want to drink her in. She makes me happy to have survived my circumstances so that I would eventually find her. The lust I feel for her isn't some expression of my lycanthropy, but a release from my curse. Every touch reminds me that I am just a man and that I deserve to enjoy that very human experience of belonging, of loving.

But my Nymphadora seems to need my touch as much as I need hers. She offers herself to me and I know I have exclusive rights to indulge in her body. So I let my hands roam over the velvet dress, enjoying the texture that outlines her feminine curves.

She nibbles on my jawline with the gentle bites that send shivers running through me. I feel her hands rubbing against the denim material over my hips, then kneading deeper. Now let me think a minute. Could it be that Nymphadora wants me? Then she snakes a hand into a pocket in the front of the jeans and I groan as I feel the pressure. My appreciation for pockets has just taken on a whole new meaning. She's caressing me right though the light cotton fabric of the pocket lining.

And now I'm groaning into the nape of neck. Her touch offers me such exquisite sensation, but we need to slow down. I clasp her hand before the stimulation becomes too strong, but she seems to understand.

She teasingly says, "I like knowing that you've missed me, Remus."

I quirk an eyebrow and flicker my hand downward over the buttons below her waist. My hand enthusiastically meets the anointed heat of her body as the dress parts.

"The feeling's mutual I'd say," I manage to murmur.

It's her turn to moan into my chest as my hand presses against her for a moment. I offer her the rhythm and pressure that she enjoys and I'm smiling as I note how urgently she needs my touch. Her response empowers me like nothing else I've experienced.

But now I'm eager for access to the rest of her body, so I skim my hand along the front of her dress and the rest of the buttons fall away.

"Ah, there's where the pumpkin went to," I say as I recognize the bra and nickers. I hear her soft chuckle as I use my magic to pull the garments through her and away, but I leave the dress on for the moment.

"Damn, you're good," she whispers with a definite note of appreciation.

Yes, I'm certainly feeling cocky now, but then I'm drawn to the pert, creamy mounds peeking under the velvet. I love the contrast of the chocolate brown against her creamy skin, but as I sweep the garment away from her breasts I am struck by how the fabric also emphasizes the rosy nipple and aureole underneath.

Now where was I when Sirius interrupted us earlier? Ah, yes, right there. I'm lifting her toward me even as I dip my head to suckle on her breast. I hear the soft whimper in the back of her throat and feel the familiar thrill rising in me. Being a glutton has its advantages when such a feast is offered. All I can think of is the taste of her skin, the textures.

"Remus?"

"Wha?" Doesn't she know it's rude to speak when your mouth is full? I give my attention to her other breast and then realize she's repeated herself.

"Uh, Remus?"

I pull away only to follow the trail to her mouth with kisses as I ask, "Yes?"

"Our lesson tonight"

"Got it. Initiative." I am so proud I'm capable of coherent thought as I find myself attacking her ear lobe. I'm pushing the dress from her shoulders so I can begin my assault on them next. Now this is perfect: a completely nude nymph now stands before me.

She giggles again, and says, "Yes, and you're doing quite well on initiative, but, um, my ankle?"

I stop nibbling on her shoulder. What a selfish, inconsiderate prat I've become! I look down at the cast and feel the guilt flooding me. "I'm sorry, I"

"Don't apologize for displaying some libido," she says and adds a pinch to emphasize her point. "I've been enjoying the Lusty Lupin. I'm hoping to get a glimpse the truly Lecherous Lupin, in fact, but we need to get this ankle propped up."

How can a woman pout so enticingly? I kiss her as I lift her again to set her on the bed like I should have done in the first place.

She leans back while the chocolate curls of her hair are replaced by her natural midnight black tresses, cropped short, but luxurious to the touch. I reach out to stroke her hair; I trace her face. She closes her eyes as my hand sweeps down her body, across her stomach, down her well-toned thighs, and finally to her ankle.

"You need to have that cast supported," I say as I assess the situation. "Maybe a pillow?"

"Then I'll be stuck in this position," she grouses.

I let my eyes slowly rake across her nude body and can't help adjusting her legs just a little bit. "I certainly won't mind."

"You lecherous wolf, you're grinning about this," she teases as she's reaching over and throwing the pillow at me.

"Wait, this is my pillow. Besides, you need something firmer for support." I look around and spot just the thing. I transform the rumpled jacket in the corner into a small, firm cushion and charm it so that it levitates the cast a bit to take the weight off. I cast one last charm that decreases the weight she feels on the cast.

She lies back with a lazy stretch. She looks like a cat who's just found the perfect spot in the sun. Did I mention that stretching puts very nice tension on her perkier parts?

"Mm, that's perfect, Remus. You should have been a Healer," she says

"Actually, that was my first choice," I reply with muffled voice as I'm pulling off the red jumper. To hell with shyness, I want to feel her body against me. I hesitate a moment before adding, "But Pomfrey very kindly pointed out that patients wouldn't be confident in a Werewolf Healer."

"I'm sorry," she murmurs as she reaches out to caress my arm. "On the other hand, I'm glad I have exclusive rights to being your patient."

The sincerity of her smile wipes away all the old rancor I felt about the situation. I lean in to kiss the tip of her nose then quickly doff the rest of my clothes. I am anxious to feel her body pressing against me, so soon I have covered her with mine as I capture her mouth for a very deep, very satisfying kiss.

I pull away for a moment as a thought occurs to me. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course."

I hold her against me and quickly roll onto my back with her lying on top of me. Her injured ankle is propped against my leg and the charm I set on it holds.

"I kept dreaming of this, of having your body on me like a blanket," I admit. I cup her hips and press her against me with a satisfied groan. Then my fingers start their exploration as I stroke her body. Soon she's the one moaning against me.

She teases me with kisses that surround my mouth, but never quite land on my lips. I have to bring one of my wandering hands to grab her head so that I can taste her again, but she surrenders with a sigh. We break the kiss and just lie together for a moment. She nudges her head against my chin and I enjoy the soft texture of her hair.

"I missed you, Remus," she whispers. "I didn't feel quite alive without you."

My heart soars at her confession. I embrace her tightly as I make my own. "It was the same for me, Nymphadora, but thinking of you waiting for me kept me warm on some very cold nights."

"Any interesting dreams?" she murmurs.

"Oh, yes," I tell her. Then I press my fingers to her lips to keep her from asking questions. "Remember, it's my initiative."

She settles back against me with a delightful wiggle and I close my eyes for a moment to enjoy the pressure of her body.

Yes, there is a recurring dream that I feel compelled to investigate. Memories of midnight chats with Sirius trip through my mind. I could never really imagine myself performing such acts until I discovered the delights of my Nymphadora.

"Let me show you," I whisper as I turn her over again, once more making sure I haven't disturbed her cast. She looks up at me comfortably, but her head is tilted as if she still has a question about my intentions.

I drop a quick kiss onto each breast before I suddenly buzz her unprotected belly in a loud raspberry.

"Remus, I'm not a baby!"

What possessed me to do such a childish thing, I have no idea, but I love the laughter in her voice as she scolds me. She's slapping at my shoulder ineffectively.

"Doesn't hurt," I taunt.

"That's not what I meant by initiative, Professor Lupin," she grumbles, but now she's rubbing the back of my neck with her hands and it feels delicious.

"Is this better?" I ask. I begin trailing kisses down her belly as my fingers again caress her folds. The familiar heat fills me with anticipation of deeds to come.

"Mmm, yes, much better," she sighs.

I'm encouraged by the husky tone of her voice and drawn by the scent of my woman. I let one hand glide along her thighs as I nuzzle the contours of her hipbone. I grin into her skin as I feel the shudder my caress brings her.

Because of the position I now assume, I feel my body grazing her breast, but it also seems to give her pleasure. Can I enhance her experience? I dip my head to drop a quick kiss on her very core and she gasps in surprise.

Her body then falls completely still for a moment as if she's thinking the contact was an accident. I decide to make her wait for a moment and just nibble along her inner thighs.

"Tease," she mutters with mock accusation as her fingernails dig into my limb.

But at this point I'm intoxicated by her and I know I have to taste her. My Nymphadora wants initiative, does she? I bring my lips to her body and my tongue delights in this new activity.

"Remussss." Her voice drops off and her gasp affirms that I'm doing something right, that she will enjoy this.

I continue my attack with enthusiasm. I've known what one can do for a woman; you can't be friends with Sirius Black without learning something. Still, my fantasies can't compare to this experience. There are so many things I want to try and there's nothing to prevent my new discoveries of Nymphadora. . I lose myself completely in this new exploration, reading from her response what she likes and what she would avoid. She absorbs my full attention.

I finally stop for a moment to catch my breath and glance at her quickly. A smile is curling her lips and her eyes flutter open. She gazes at me in satisfaction.

Her response fuels my desire to explore her further. And what if I try this? A lovely moan escapes her and her hips move to press her body closer to me. What a delightfully wanton maneuver! She makes me feel as if I can be a perfect lover for her and my ego soars at the thought of bringing her ecstasy.

I barely note the pressure of her hand as it glides between my legs, although I register the heat as she caresses me. She takes me in hand for a moment and teases me in retaliation. I blame her for escalating the battle. I let my tongue trail where it may. The way she arches herself toward me again indicates I've succeeded in disabling her capacity for thought.

My mouth moves back to my newfound treasure in earnest as my fingers join the attack. I increase the pressure to see if I can push her to the edgeand suddenly she's there in that familiar moan, her back arching, her breathing catches for a moment. Then she touches me urgently and I fall still against her while the climax carries her. I'm trying to make sure her thrashing doesn't disturb her injury for I doubt my Nymphadora is capable of feeling any pain at the moment.

I eventually feel her body settle again, so I think it's safe to move. My lips just barely graze her as I adjust my position when a sudden shiver runs through her and she pulls my thighs toward her. I shift so that I'm kneeling by her head and her hands catch me.

Soon I feel her thrusting me into her mouth with unabated hunger. I cannot prevent my answering rhythm. I enjoy the texture of her silky hair along my fingers. I think about her response to me and that fuels my lust further. Soon the bliss washes over me.

"Guh."

As usual I can do little more than grunt. I swear I can feel her mouth curling into a smile of triumph once again, though. As the waves of pleasure roll away, I try not to fall over like a dead log.

I wave my hand to deal with the residue of our activities before I slide next to her. She whispers a thanks before she captures my mouth for a leisurely kiss. I wrap my arms around her and take a deep breath. For the first time since I was a schoolboy at holiday meeting my parents, I feel like I'm really home.

A part of me still can't believe that this beautiful woman is willing to share such intimate acts with me, a Werewolf. But in her arms I feel fully alive and human; I feel cherished. I kiss her with the thought of making sure she understands how precious she is to me.

I'm nuzzling the nape of her neck when an old fear creeps into my mind. It compels me to ask the question.

"You weren't justdesperate, were you?" I ask. My eyes are searching her face.

"Typical male, you have to hear it, don't you?" Her voice sounds exasperated, but then she traces the scars on my face and adds, "I've done my share of faking orgasms just to end a really lame encounter, Remus. I wouldn't do that to you."

I just nod to indicate I understand. We need to learn about each other if this relationship is to work and we have to be honest in our responses.

"Besides, you were wickedly spot on. There? Satisfied."

I just grunt in response, but she can see the stupid grin on my face. She kisses the corner of my lips before settling back.

"It's good to be home, Nymphadora."

"It's good to have you back where you belong, Remus."

End Lesson 4

Author Note:

This encounter was more lust driven, but given the length of separation and their previous activities, I think it was realistic. Sometimes you come together with the one you love out of sheer desire. It's what adds flavor to relationships. Remus would have a lot of knowledge about what to do with a woman; he's just never acted on it. And Nymphadora is very good about giving him cues for what is effective. She doesn't have to draw him a map, just nudge him in the right directions.

Thanks for reading. I hope you found the characters to be emotionally attached even through the lust.