Crawling onto the mattress Harry gulped nervously because he'd only recently started to think girls were pretty neat, and now he was in his mind skipping quite a number of steps to get where he was now.

His wife Nymphadora just played into that, she sensually licked her lips and moved her body in a way that accentuated all of her curves. He watched her run a hand up her thigh, lifting her skirt to tantalize him with the barest hints of her panties.

Slowly he reached up and touched her chest when she lunged forward and pinned him to the sheets. His eyes wide as he stared up into her grinning face. "I'm sorry but if you act like I'm a tiger waiting to maul you, I'm gonna do just that," smiling down towards her husband.

Moving off him so he could sit up, Tonks watched Harry but she could see that he was still a bit nervous. "How about I get us started," she offered while unbuttoning her blouse and revealing her bra clad chest. But instead of gawping like an idiot, her husband's face turned bright red and he looked away.

"No, stare at them," Nymphadora instructed as she reached out and turned Harry's head to face her.

"Um well," Harry gulped because he wanted to look but it just felt wrong to stare at them. Since he had grown up being told that staring at a girl's breasts made him a pervert. "They're um, they're really pretty."

Nymphadroa chuckled to herself because his virginal energy was adorable. "Yeah that's one way to put it."

However she did want to speed things up just a little bit. Reaching up under her breasts she lifted them and started to move them around, groping herself to get Harry to stop thinking about anything other than wanting to rut her. One hand slipped behind herself and she deftly unclasped her bra and let the fabric fall free, exposing her chest totally to him. "So, you like what you see, now how's about you give them a feel?"

His hand moved but before he made contact he paused. "It's fine Harry, these titties belong to you," Nym assured her husband as he placed a palm on her bare skin. And it just sat there. "Well you could be a bit more enthusiastic about it."

"What am I… what do I do?" Harry looked to Nymphadora for guidance.

"Well you can cup them, squeeze them, juggle them, I personally like a good massage, tweak the nipple, kiss them, suck them," Nymphadora started listing some options.

Letting her have control she placed both of his hands on her chest and pressed on his fingers to get them moving. Carefully his fingers squeezed in the fleshy mounds and she watched as Harry focused on how his hands went into the skin.

"So I just do whatever?" Harry asked as he was just roaming all over the first pair of breasts he'd ever gotten his hands on. He took her advice and was gently squeezing them, while also running his thumb in circles around her nipple, marveling at how soft they felt and how awesome they were.

"Well I won't like it if you get rough, I might be a badass but my tits are pretty sensitive, so treat me gently," Nymphadora admitted that she never liked it when a partner thought they could just smash her chest down and she'd enjoy it. "But as you can see my nipples could cut through glass right now which means you're already doing a good job of getting me going."

"Getting you going?" Harry looked up from the boobs into his wife's face to get an explanation.

"You know how your dick gets hard, which if it's not right now I'll feel pretty offended," Nym smirked and saw Harry shift his legs, clearly he was, but she'd get to that in a bit. "Well girls do as well. Our nipples become rigid and our sex gets nice and slick."

"Oh," Harry responded as he took in that information before returning to his new most favorite activity, touching Nym's boobs. "So I should do more of this then?"

"You could, but I'm a randy girl, so it doesn't take much to get me in the mood, especially with a hot stud like you," Nym smirked as she slid down her skirt to leave her only in her satin panties, if they were a lighter shade Harry would be able to see the evidence of her being turned on by the damp spot over her lips.

Gulping as they were advancing quite fast, Harry was again unsure what to do. "Come on, my panties aren't going to take themselves off," Nym stated while sliding a hand down her stomach and under the band, pulling it up to let it snap back against her skin. That sound was enough to make Harry's throat tighten.

If she thought he was slow at groping her, his movements were glacial before he managed to put his hands on her hips. She watched his Adam's apple move up and down as he slid the last remaining garment off, exposing her womanhood to him. Once they weren't in the way anymore, Nym ran a finger along her slit and held up the moist digit for him to see. "Like I said, wet," Nym smiled as Harry looked at her.

"So do I just…" Harry trailed off, unsure of what to say at this point.

"You could just stick your cock in sure, but if you still aren't ready to do that, you could play with my pussy for a bit, I won't say no to that," Nym answered while pointing downward for Harry to act.

Harry touched the most sensual part of a woman's body and felt a strong heat emanating from the organ. He rubbed his thumb in between the lips and saw his wife wiggle a bit. Just focusing on doing that motion he could see it was clearly bringing her pleasure, he assumed it was like how his own dick liked being stroked. He felt his thumb slip inside and he looked shocked when Nym let out a breathy moan. Pulling that back out of her, he could see she was just waiting for him to do something else.

Extending his pointer finger, he slowly found that same hole and slid it in and back out. He watched Nym's legs squirm around on the bed and sped up his motions. "Not bad hubby," Nym took a moment to catch her breath. "But there's more than just in and out."

Nodding his head, he realized that there were sides he could touch, swirling his finger in a circle he got a stronger reaction than before. "Okay, I see," Harry said to himself as he experimented with what he could do, rubbing the tip of his finger on one spot, dragging it along the inner walls. Nymphadora was beginning to pant now and it was making Harry's mouth go dry.

"How about you stop playing around and we get to the good part," Nymphadora suggested. She could show him how to really get her off later, but right now she wanted a dick inside her and what luck indeed as her husband had one with him.

Harry pulled his shirt off but hesitated to expose himself, even if he just spent the last ten minutes groping the woman in front of him, he wasn't ready to reveal himself to her. "It's okay Harry," Nym told the young man as he slowly moved the shirt away to expose his chest. And he could see it on his body all the scrapes and scars from his past. The dark, veiny spot on his arm was clear evidence of the bite he'd received from the basilisk. "You aren't hideous."

He just nodded his head at her comforting words. "I'm sorry that I'm just so-," sighing because he really felt inadequate without a shirt on as he felt that he was too scrawny when he compared himself to the other boys in the dorm.

It was apparent to her that her husband had some issues with his body image, and she would have to admit that his were actually grounded in reality. His body was damaged by his upbringing, and it might not even be possible to fix it all. She was thankful that her mum and dad were coming back in the morning because her mum knew way more about potions than she did for this type of situation and could maybe start to help Harry with some of his problems. Nymphadora just offered Harry a soft smile in return. "Harry, it's alright, you told me about some parts of your life and I get it. No one would have come out of that intact and it's stunted you in some ways but you aren't a disappointment. If anything you are a survivor and to be frank, that's impressive."

"It's just, every time I've seen other girls with their boyfriends they aren't twiggy gits like me, and here I have the most gorgeous looking woman in the world and she's stuck with someone like me. How is that fair? You got screwed over because I had to go whining to Sirius," Harry shouted and turned away from Nymphadora. "I should have just kept my mouth shut and taken everything that came my way because then I wouldn't have stolen your chance to have a real man, someone who wasn't like a broken toy."

Watching Harry's shoulders shudder and hearing his ragged breath Nymphadora understood that crossing this threshold with her husband was not going to be as simple as when she wanted a shag with some bloke at a bar. Crawling on the mattress she came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his chest and pulled his body into hers. "I'm sorry. I am so sorry that you had to have all this happen. I'm sorry that you had a screwed up childhood with those pissant relatives of yours. I'm sorry that no one else in this bloody school could step up and take some of the burden to keep everyone safe off of your shoulders."

She had rested her chin on his shoulder and tenderly rubbed her hands along his torso. "But Harry, I want you, no I need you to believe me when I say, I could never have found a more compassionate, understanding, courageous and wonderful husband if I had every single man in the world lined up for me to pick from. You didn't ruin anything at all."

"Because even if my mum and dad came running in right now saying they canceled the marriage, I'd get down on one knee to propose to you on the spot. You are the most incredible person I have ever met. And already I can't imagine what my life would be like without having woken up with this ring on my finger."

She looked at the silver band and thought that had this not happened, she'd just go to work as normal, maybe pick up a guy for a fling, and do that until she got old and settled down into a boring retirement without ever once knowing this amazing, spectacular wizard had been keeping the entire world safe at a significant cost to himself. What kind of pathetic life would that have been. Now she had a purpose, a drive, a reason for more than just a job she chose. She had a husband, someone who needed her help and would become someone that she eventually relied on as well.

Nymphadora could see that Harry had evened out his breathing and was just looking at her hand before taking it in his own to see the two rings together. "You, really mean that?" he nervously asked because everything she said made it seem like he wasn't a failure at all.

"Harry Potter, I am your wife and I promise to never lie to you," Nymphadora stated firmly before pulling on Harry's hand to get him to move with her until she was laid back on the sheets and he was looming over her, staring into her eyes.

Reachinging up to cup his face, she pulled him closer to connect their lips, running her fingers through his hair, she felt his body hesitate for a moment before deepening the kiss. After a few seconds they separated and Harry's breath was stolen. "Now how about you make me your woman?" licking her lips she watched as Harry undid his trousers and pulled them off.

"Not bad," Nymphadora said once her husband's rod was freed. Not the largest she'd ever seen but more than enough to satisfy her. "You have a very nice cock hubby."

Blushing because he'd never been complimented on the size of his penis before, it was something he had been worried about that the first girl he'd show himself to would think it wasn't good enough. "Do you really mean it?"

"Oh yeah, bigger than average, that's for sure," Nymphadora confirmed that Harry's tallywacker was not small.

"So how do I? Should I just stick it in?" Harry asked as he wasn't sure what the next step was.

"Yeah, just grab your cock and guide it in slowly," Nymphadora instructed as she wrapped her arms around Harry's back as he reached down and gripped his shaft and lined it up with her pussy.

Pressing it forward he expected some sort of resistance but it slid right in. "It's warm," Harry gasped out as he hadn't expected that. "And tight."

She heard him grunt as he adjusted his body before his hips jutted forward. "Oh damn baby, take it easy," Nymphadora called out because she hadn't been ready for that quick movement, but she didn't hate it.

"Sorry I've just never felt something like this before and it's… I don't even have the words to describe it. My hips just needed to move," Harry apologized while trying to slowly pull back only to let out his own moan from the pleasure that caused him to feel.

"Don't apologize Harry," Nymphadora leaned forward to kiss her husband again. "Just take it slow for a bit. Trust me, you're going to be getting to do this a lot."

"Re-really?" Harry gulped because even if that was the only time he'd have sex in his life, it would be worth it. That he was going to get to do this more than once had him thanking God for him being married to this wonderful angel.

"Oh yeah, like I told you, I'm a randy bitch, now make love to me you stud," Nymphadora said as she lightly slapped Harry's bum making him jump forward and bury himself to the hilt in her.

Harry had to take some deep breaths before he was ready to move on his own. But he started with some short strokes, just pulling back a couple of inches and thrusting in. His body was shaking already because of how it felt and he could see his wife with her eyes closed and letting out moans and encouragement. "Oh fuck Harry, that's good," Nymphadora breathlessly stated as she'd never actually had sex like this before.

Even her first time was just clumsy fumbling about with a few short and rapid thrusts before it was over. In a way she felt a little jealous that Harry's first time wasn't just sex, wasn't some simple teenage desire to ejaculate. This was two lovers sharing a beautiful and intimate moment together.

"Should I go faster?" He asked while pumping slowly.

"Yeah," Nym answered because she was so close to her own release. It was like she could feel what her partner felt and it was bringing her to new heights. "Fuck me baby."

Not second guessing himself he started speeding up. He'd pull almost all the way out before diving back in until their hips touched all the while going faster and faster. "Nym," Harry grunted as he tilted his head down. "I'm gonna…"

"Do it, cum in my pussy," Nymphadora demanded as she felt Harry bury himself deep inside her. Letting out a cry of ecstasy she locked her legs behind her husband and kept him in place while his cock spurted out all of its built up fluids. She felt her walls clench as the wave of pleasure crashed down, releasing that knot that had been building inside her and after a few seconds the two bodies fell limp against each other.

She was quicker to recover from her orgasm. "Holy shit Harry, that was damn good," Nymphadora admitted because she hadn't expected Harry to be able to get her off on his first try but he really put in the effort and that made all the difference.

But her husband didn't respond to what she said, he just gently snored against her. Smiling to herself she pressed her lips to her husbands and gave them a soft kiss before pulling the blanket over them both to cover them.

Harry cracked his eyes open unsure of where he was as he'd never woken up with the feeling of something pressed up against his body, and once his vision started to unblur from the hazy sleep he could see that locks of pink hair were covering his chest and that hair was connected to a body. His wife was cuddled up to him and he watched her sleeping face and it was the most beautiful thing he'd seen in his life. "Wow," Harry muttered to himself as he leaned back against the pillows and all the memories of last night came back. "Wow!"

A weak moan came from the sleeping angel in his arms and he raised a hand to gently run his fingers through her hair. "Mmm, daddy, stop it, I don't want to get up," Nymphadora spoke softly.

"Okay honey," Harry responded with a small laugh because he didn't think his wife would be this cute when she slept.

Snapping up at the sound of his voice, Nymphadora looked around the room in confusion before remembering where she was. "Oh shit," she said before looking at her husband and letting a grin grow on her face. "Oh shiiit, Harry."

He liked the way she was looking at him as she moved to straddle him. Nym placed her palms on his chest and started to run them along his skin while grinding her sex against his rapidly hardening shaft. "Mmm, baby you up for some morning lovin'?"

Reaching out to place his hands on her ass, which he found to be plump and quite pleasant to hold he nodded his head as his wife lifted herself up to fall down on his dick. "Yeah, that's the good stuff," Nymphadora declared as she bounced in Harry's lap.

He was doing what he could to assist her with his hands on her ass cheeks, while also keeping a watch on her tits that jiggled tantalizingly with her up and down motions. "That's so good Nym," Harry declared as he started to thrust into her.

"Harder Harry," Nym requested as she could feel herself building up to another orgasm and Harry was as well.

She slammed herself down onto his crotch and felt him unload in her once again. "Fuck yeah," biting her lip she felt her thighs shivers from her release.

Flopping back onto the sheets with a smile Harry felt that was quite possibly the best way to wake up in the world when he felt his wife dismount him but he wasn't left to the cool air for long before he felt fingers wrap around his shafter and start to pump it back to life. "Huh," he questioned while looking down his body to see Nymphadora stick the tip of his cock inbetween her lips.

Her tongue running circles around his cockhead made him instantly erect and he tried to thrust into her mouth but she forcefully pushed his hips back and let his penis out of her mouth with a pop. "Let me take care of this, you just lay back and enjoy," giving him a saucy wink as she slipped her husband's penis back in her mouth and bobbed her head while sucking softly.

"Oh lord," Harry groaned as he began to see stars in his vision.

Nymphadora was listening to all the sounds her hubby was making and reveled in how she could make him squirm, fast or slow, sucking hard or softly, he was like putty in her hands, or rather mouth in this case. But she had one trick up her sleeve to really break him in. She stopped her movements which got Harry to do what she wanted and look at her. Locking eyes she kept moving forward as inch by inch his dick disappeared in her mouth until her nose was pressed up against his hairs and his eyes were wide as saucers.

Then she flicked out her tongue to run it along his balls and his back arched. "Oh god Nym," Harry cried as his cock erupted harder than it ever had before, shooting rope after rope of hot sticky cum straight down her throat. But she wasn't going to be satisfied with that, even if finger blasting herself while deepthroating a cock had gotten her off already. After feeling Harry's cock stop feeding her its seed, she sucked back hard, and she could hear Harry gasp loudly.

Now she was going to really let him have it, sucking, licking, humming to vibrate the muscles in her throat she forced his already spent dick to throb. Letting out just enough for her to grab onto she furiously jerked off his shaft while Harry's hands gripped the sheets and she watched him kick out his legs in futility. She could tell he wasn't even able to string together enough letters to make a word and just babbled incoherently.

Cupping his balls in her free hand she kneaded, squeezed and massaged them as she felt his muscles struggle but eventually she got what she wanted, all the seed his body hadn't given her already shot out into her mouth, settling on her tongue as she pressed the cock into her cheek and licked the shaft, making the semen a frothy mixture with her spit. With a loud and squelching pop she let the limp cock go free and she could see exhaustion on her husband's deeply red face.

Sticking out her tongue she made a real show of swirling the cum in her mouth before audibly swallowing it in front of him.

Standing up proudly she looked down at her young husband whose body was shuddering on the mattress. Seeing him as this sexed up mess was a turn on she didn't know she had. Licking her lips she was tempted to mount him again and again until she couldn't move but a loud knocking on the door startled her into remembering that her parents had promised to come back in the morning and looking at a clock on the wall told them it was closer to noon than morning. "Shit did we seriously fuck that long?" Nym panicked as she hurried around the room to try and find her clothes since she didn't bring another outfit to change into.

Harry valiantly tried to sit up but his body refused to move from all the aches it was feeling. "I can't move my legs Nym," Harry declared as that was about all the movement he could muster.

"Fuck yeah you can't," Nym smirked at that declaration before grabbing her wand and summoning her panties and before she slid them on she walked over and placed them in her husband's open hand.

Pulling on the rest of her clothes she went over to the door and slipped out. She was confronted by both of her parents and Professors McGonagall, Dumbeldore and for some reason Snape. Not having her husband with her raised some eyebrows though. "And where is Mr. Potter?" Minerva inquired.

"He um," Nymphadora smiled playfully. "He can't really move right now, so I'm going to let him rest."

"What did you do to the boy?" Albus blinked in confusion as to what would have gone on in just a few hours to incapacitate him; he wouldn't have guessed that Nymphadora had spent the time alone torturing the lad.

"What didn't I do to him," Nym said mostly to herself. "Actually can I request that Dobby bring him a couple of potions, maybe a pepper-up or two."

"Nymphadora," Andromeda said in shock that her daughter had gotten so rough with her new husband.

"Mum," Nym whined before sighing. "Okay fine I might have gotten a little too enthusiastic with him this morning but I promise he has absolutely no complaints."

"We do need to speak with him," Albus stated as he wanted to get around Mrs. Potter as an obstacle to try and get Harry to abdicate his position as the Black Heir, doing that he would be able to annul the marriage and keep Harry from any of this business.

"You can talk to me then sir, if it's not simply about his education which is something I will want to be speaking to you about, especially regarding certain individuals," sending a harsh glare at Snape who huffed but Nymphadora challenged that with a snort. "Then it most certainly should be a discussion that involves me."

"If you would just," Albus started to speak before being cut off.

"Again sir," Nymphadora stood taller, making herself grow a few inches. "Unless this is regarding his education, you have no business to speak of with him that would require going around me. Now if you had something you wanted to say, I am more than willing to hear it and pass it along as my husband is resting right now. Otherwise, I think my mother has some proper business to discuss with us regarding family matters."

Albus wanted to protest but with other people around he simply had to let the matter go as if he continued on this path, then it wouldn't take long for Nymphadora to take it up with Madam Bones who would be very interested in discussing why he was getting so involved in a pureblood family's matters. "Very well, just pass along that I wish to speak to Harry at a later time when he is not… worn out."

Offering a smile Nym nodded. "I will, thank you for coming by to visit, Professor," Nymphadora said as she watched the three professors leave her and her parents in the hall.

"I'm going to bust Snape in his beak nose if he tries something," Nym stated to her parents who both chuckled because it would seem that their concerns regarding how their daughter would perform her duties as Harry Potter's wife were for naught and the young lady was already doing a fantastic job protecting him.

"Now dear," Ted stated. "We would like a bit of your time to speak to Harry if that's alright?"

"Of course," Nymphadora agreed with what her father said, after everything she learned yesterday she understood that her family was really the only people she could trust implicitly. "I'll just need a moment to get my husband presentable."

Opening the door she could see that at some point Harry had managed to get pants on, but she suspected that with the potion bottles on the nightstand that helpful little house elf had something to do with it. "Nym," Harry managed to get out as his body fought against him for every movement.

"Can you take it easier on me," Harry pleaded before shaking his head. "What am I talking about that was amazing, just… something, something so I don't feel like I'm nearly dead afterwards."

She heard her parents barely restrained laughter behind her and she had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. "We can do some exercise later to get your body acclimated to more rigorous activity, you'll probably need it for whatever nonsense comes our way but first, let me help you get cleaned up."

Nym moved over and helped Harry to his feet so he could weakly shuffle his way to the attached bathroom for a shower to get all their juices off his body. Meanwhile she heard her parents start to cast a few cleaning and air freshening charms to help combat the smells they had produced in their amorous activities together last night and this morning.