Animal Instincts- Part 2

AN: Sorry, this got out a day later than I meant it to, I had a much busier week than I expected. But here it is! Hope you enjoy!

Casting- 

Tonks- Kennedy Claire Walsh 

“What has you in such a good mood?” Looking up from the tedious paperwork she was working on, Tonks found Hestia looking at her with a quirked eyebrow.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” That couldn’t be further from the truth, but Tonks wasn’t going to tell her friend that. ‘Especially in the middle of the office.’

“Yes… you are.” Hestia wasn’t buying that for one second, “You were humming… while filling out reports. You despise reports. Lucky for us, you’re not half-bad at carrying a tune.”

Blinking at her, Tonks hadn’t even realized she’d been doing that. She was just in that good of a mood, “Don’t know what to tell you, Hes, just in good spirits today.”

“You have night patrol of Hogsmeade tonight! What in the bloody hell is there to be in good spirits about!” Even with Voldemort’s return, there was still rarely anything of note going on in the town. The most that could be expected was some vagrant stumbling out of the Hog’s Head and making a ruckus.

“True, but I’m also off tomorrow so…” It wasn’t just the next day either, but the next four. And it was the first time in three weeks that she took any time off either. ‘And I wouldn’t have it any other way.’

“Still doesn’t explain the humming…” Hestia huffed, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you finally have a new bloke in your life.”

‘If only you knew how right you really are, Hes.’ Even if Hestia was her friend, she wasn’t going to tell her the truth. One too many people in the know could lead to problems, for both her and Harry. ‘Something tells me Dumbledore wouldn’t be too keen on what we get up to.’ Despite the talk that night, no one else actually knew about what they’d gotten up to even if they might’ve suspected. ‘Thank goodness for the Blacks and their need for privacy.’

It was moments like these where she was really thankful for her metamorphic abilities, because she was effortlessly able to maintain her composure even in the face of Hestia’s inquisitive look, “Sorry, don’t have any juicy gossip for you.”

Pouting, Hestia rested her head against the pillar next to her desk, “I guess I shouldn’t be that surprised. I mean between this and… other things, it’s not like either of us even have the time to meet a bloke even if we wanted to.”

Tonks did one final check of her paperwork. It really was a monotonous task, not to mention how inane the arrest had been in the first place. They were meant to be elite detectives uncovering the worst of Dark Arts practitioners before they could do any harm. Instead, she was completing a report about a man that illegally sold a litter of kneazles. She knew that everyone in the department, Bones included, was absolutely tired of it. There were a few who happily bought every line that Fudge spouted from his lying mouth, but most of them had a backbone.

“No, we definitely don’t.” Tonks agreed while her mind went elsewhere. To places where she was on her back, sweaty and sore and utterly satisfied.

“Well at least you’ve had some interest.” The wink that was thrown her way was entirely too suggestive for her liking, “I mean, sure, he’s a bit old, and looks even older but he’s fit enough and seems like a relatively good time.”

“Who’s that?” She was just relieved that Hestia was quite clearly referring to Remus rather than someone else.

“Lupin, of course. He obviously fancies you.” She furrowed her brow in confusion, “It is obvious right?”

“Maybe, but I don’t much care either way.” The only thing she could thank Lupin for was the fact that his interest led to something so much better, “He’s not my type. I don’t have time for moping, flaky werewolves. Once he remembers how damaging he is to everyone around him, I’m sure he’ll leave me be anyway.”

She knew that there were certain things that weren’t his fault. There were laws in place that certainly made his life harder, but that didn’t justify some of his behaviors in the slightest. It was horrible to imagine putting up with those sorts of things in a relationship. She wanted someone who would take her seriously, who wanted to be there for her, and to be there down the road for any children they might have. ‘Someone exactly like Harry.’

Hestia hummed in the back of her throat, “Well… seems like we’re both in the same boat then.” She tapped her chin twice, “I think I know what we should do!”

“Yeah, and what’s that, Hes?”

“Well, I’m off this weekend, too.” She got more excited with every word, “So, that gives us the perfect opportunity to dress to the nines, head out to a muggle club, and go find a handsome bloke to spend the weekend with.”

Tonks didn’t give her the reaction that she was hoping for though. ‘I can think of worse ways of spending a weekend, but I already have a better offer.’  So, she just shook her head with an amused smile, “Nice as that sounds, I already promised my parents that I’d spend some time with them.” That wasn’t even a complete lie, she had every intention of visiting her parents during her long weekend. ‘Though it certainly won’t take up the entire time.’

“Oh, come on! Surely, they can spare you for one a night… and maybe a morning after.” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Tonks just stared at her, “Do you want to be the one to tell my mum that?”

The threat of Andromeda Tonks was enough to cause even the likes of Mad-Eye Moody to think twice. Her mother had a reputation and Tonks was more than willing to use it when it suited her. It had the desired effect, as Hestia started stammering, “Well… no… no, not really. But you could always come up with an excuse of some kind!”

“I could, but she finds out, Hes. She always finds out. And I think I’m mature enough at this point to be beyond lying to my mother.”

“Well… just tell her the truth then! She’d understand.” That was probably true, but then she’d been in a happy marriage for over twenty years, so it was anyone’s guess, “She’s a woman, after all.”

The clock struck seven as she shook her head, “I’ll have to take a rain check. Maybe some other time.” Granted, even if they went it wouldn’t be for the reasons her friend was interested. ‘At least not on my end. I can barely keep up with him as it is.’ Not that she wouldn’t endeavor to be the single best wing woman imaginable for her friend.

With a huff, Hestia sounded very much like a teenager again as she gave an overdramatic, “Fiiine…” She held the image for a moment before breaking into giggles and nudging Tonks in the shoulder, “Don’t think I’m not going to take you up on that though.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Tonks assured her, “Now, should we head out? Sooner we get there the sooner its over.”

“Right,” She pushed off the pillar and gave a little stretch, “Let’s go.” They went down to the floo together and made their way to the quaint little village just down from their alma mater.

‘Of course, it just had to be cold enough to freeze dragon’s breath!’ Even warming charms only seemed to last for a few minutes before breaking under the chill. Her teeth were chattering in her head hard enough she was afraid they were about to fall right out of her head. ‘Even if someone had any plans for tonight, something tells me they rescheduled.’

The only reprieve for either her or Hestia was the warmth of the Three Broomsticks. Lucky for them, Rosmerta was willing to keep a fresh thing of coco sitting there for them every time they came in. Well, coco for Hestia and tea for Tonks.

Thankfully, it was nearly over, “You really didn’t have to stay up this whole time, Abby.” Tonks told her as she warmed her hands against a mug.

“Oh, tosh!” She waved her off, “It’s the least I could do. I would’ve been up anyway, so why not enjoy the company.”

“Well, we definitely appreciate it.” Hestia assured the innkeeper.

“I know you do.” Abigail wiped down the counter one last time, before looking directly at Tonks with a little smirk. There was something unnerving about that look, “Been seeing you around quite a lot lately.”

She could feel Hestia’s gaze boring into the side of her head, and she didn’t dare look at her. Somehow, she managed not to fumble over her words as she replied, “I’ve had some business in town.”

“Business,” she snorted out a laugh, “Is that what they’re calling it these days? Because I’ve had a chat with plenty of people and no one can rightly tell me whereabouts you’ve been heading.”

“Honestly, whatever salacious thing you have in mind, I can guarantee you it’s far duller.” That was the first time all day she’d had to tell an outright lie, and if she hadn’t gotten so good at it thanks to her seemingly omniscient mother, she was sure neither of the other women would’ve believed her for one second.

“Alright, what is it then?” Hestia wasn’t one to be shy about prying, especially when she could sense something juicy.

“I’m thinking about moving out of London, and I’m considering Hogsmeade.” That was true, though she hadn’t actually done anything about that interest just yet.

“Oh, tired of the hustle and bustle of the city?” Abigail seemed to understand the sentiment.

“When I can just as easily apparate down there? A bit, yeah.” There was a much more selfish reason than that, but she wasn’t going to tell either of her companions she wanted to buy a flat in the village so that she had somewhere more comfortable and inconspicuous than the Shrieking Shack to shag her boyfriend senseless. ‘Or get shagged senseless more accurately.’

That was plenty good enough for Abigail, but Hestia didn’t seem entirely convinced. Fortunately, she decided to keep that to herself because, lucky for them, they were done for the night. Grabbing a few coins from the inside of her jacket, her fellow Auror placed them down on the counter, “Thanks for keeping us warm tonight, Abby.”

“You put that right back in your pocket!” The innkeeper insisted, but she had to relent when Tonks reached into her pocket, too and placed a few more down for good measure.

“Your company is worth double far as I’m concerned, so don’t bother arguing with either of us.”

Holding up her hands, she relented, “Fine… you won’t hear another word about it from me.” They headed to the door together as she told them, “Safe home the two of you. Don’t be strangers.”

“Never.” Tonks shot back at her as Hestia cast a warming charm on them both before heading out. The air outside was so cold it made her cough as she stepped out into the light of the moon. It hung high above the village on a cloudless night.

The only sound as they made their way down to the apparition point was their boots knocking against the cobblestone. They hurried down, their urgency helping to keep the cold at bay. When they reached it, Hestia leaned in for a hug, “I’ll see you Monday, yeah?”

“Yep, definitely.”

“Right, can’t wait to get back to a warm bed.” With that she disappeared with a pop. Tonks wasn’t as quick to leave. Instead, she turned down the path away from the town and toward a lone building just on the edge of it.

The wind picked up, whistling and shaking the trees as she headed toward the Shrieking Shack. She was nearly running by the time she got to the derelict building. For the longest time, there was no way inside save for the secret tunnel, but she’d made an alteration to change that. There was an unlit metal lantern hanging on the right side of the building. When she pulled it, a panel just to her right slid away so she could walk in.

The first floor was dark and dusty as anyone would expect but it was warm. Lighting her wand, she headed toward the stairs and made her way up. On the next landing, she could see light peeking out from beneath the door of the room at the end of the hall. It was enough to send a fluttering excitement right through her body.

Tonks had been eagerly waiting for this moment the whole damn day. It took a great deal of effort not to make it obvious, but she managed. Hurrying over to the door, she twisted the handle and stepped inside, “Harry?” She knew that he would be there waiting. ‘Probably very impatiently.’

As if to prove her point, she didn’t even get to close the door behind her before she felt him at her back, as he pressed himself wonderfully close. His hands felt like they were everywhere, trying to touch as much of her as he could manage even with her clothes on. One hand slid beneath the hem of her shirt and found her bra encased breast. On instinct she enlarged them so that they were a perfect handful for him. His other hand went to her bum, and the squeezed her left her feeling light-headed. His lips were at her ear, his voice demanding, “I need you.”

“I know.” Her reply was breathy as his hands did such wonderful things to her body.

“Too long. Took you too long.” She could’ve been there from the moment that night fell, and it still would’ve been too long for him. That first night together, she learned exactly how the full moon affected him and she spent a week actively focusing on her morphs to make sure nobody was any wiser to the absolute ravishing he subjected her to. Not that she had any complaints, mind. ‘Best fucking night of my life.’

And she’d had plenty of fantastic nights since, but she couldn’t wait for the first genuine repeat performance. Leaning back into his chest, her eyes fluttered shut as she felt his fingers slip beneath the waistband of her trousers and down to her dripping honeypot. Gripping his forearm tight as he slipped one long digit into her, her words were stilted as she tried to think straight, “Wasn’t… wasn’t alone… couldn’t just… just hurry off. Abby had enough questions anyway… and Hes… Hes would’ve known.”

His lips were on the back of her neck kissing there as he worked her over. When she pushed her bum back into his crotch, she could feel his desperate length through the thin material of his boxers. Urgently, she started pulling off her cloak, and the layers beneath, but he wasn’t nearly patient enough to let her go through that tedious process.

His unequivocal need to have her right then and there made an act of wandless magic effortless. It was hard not to find that incredibly sexy. Naked as the day she was born, she felt the tight muscles of his chest against her back as her legs tangled with his. She tried to sound irritated, but didn’t really manage it, “Any chance I’m going to see any of those clothes again?”

Harry growled and nipped at the sensitive skin of her neck, “Don’t care… should stay like this anyway.” Tonks giggled at that. ‘Because of course that’s what he thinks.’ Not that she would be opposed to it. She imagined that most of her weekend was going to be spent naked. ‘Why waste my time getting dressed when I know what’s going to happen anyway?’

Wiggling her hips, she rubbed herself against his length. A breathy moan escaped her lips, as he pinched one of her nipples and a second finger joined the first in stretching her taut slit. As he twisted the rosy, pink bud, she reached back to slip her slender fingers beneath the elastic of his boxers.

Pulling him out, she slapped his knob against her bum cheek, and she felt a bead of his precum stain her currently pale skin, “You waited all this time… just to grope me…” As enjoyable as it was, that wasn’t exactly what she had in mind.

There was a lewd squelch as he slipped his fingers free of her gripping heat. He took hold of her shoulders and spun her around. His eyes were dark, the emerald of them just a thin line around the outside of his blown-out pupils. He loomed over her, and she found herself shrinking down just a little bit more to make the size difference that much more pronounced.

‘Thwack!” His meaty cock smacked against her puffy pussy. Taking himself in hand, he guided his spongy dome to her eager entrance. Tonks bit her lower lips and moaned in approval as he buried himself in her. He had to hunch over low to get his whole length into her, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and rested her cheek against the top of his head as he did it. It was a beautifully intimate moment, her fingers tickled the nape of his neck as he leaned into her touch.

They just stayed that way for a while. For months, Tonks thought that all her efforts with the young wizard were simply futile. Sure, she’d been able to get him to blush, to look at her when she wore a particularly tight pair of trousers. But none of it ever seemed to get what she really wanted out of him. Part of that was her fault. ‘I should’ve expected I’d need to be the one to make the first move.’ Then, she just happened to be at Grimmauld Place on the full moon, and things finally took the turn she’d been hoping for. ‘Just makes me wish we hadn’t lost a whole summer. But better late than never.’

Scratching her nails against his neck, she felt him shiver and give the slightest little hump of his hips. That was fantastic, but not exactly what she was looking for, she was horny, after all. And while she enjoyed this lovey-dovey, almost puppyish side of him, she needed more.

Being a metamorph meant that she had control over every muscle in her entire body, and she put it to good use. Her grippy sheath pulsated around his veiny member, hugging and flexing around him in a way that no other witch could hope to replicate.

His grip on her tightened, and she felt as his heart started pounding with purpose in his chest. Straightening, he lifted her right off the ground, legs dangling, leaving her helpless. Exactly as she wanted. The beast was laying just dormant from the second she stepped through the door. She knew better than anyone what incredible control he had over it, but now it was unleashed.

His strength was so effortless that it made her gush around him as he started plowing up into her sex. Every new penetration made her squeal and scream and moan with unrestrained carnal joy. He held her so very close to him, his chin resting on the top of her head as he manhandled her like she was nothing more than a doll.

Her thighs thickened and there was a lewd ‘clap’ every time he buried himself in her over and over again. Her tiny twat was a perfectly formed sleeve around his prodding manhood, that squeezed and coaxed on every thrust.

There were men in her past who made demands when it came to her abilities in the bedroom, all of them in fact, and it meant they were quickly thrown out of it, but not Harry. He never even mentioned it, instead letting her do what she preferred. And what she preferred, at least with the right partner, was to be a perfect fuckdoll to slake their lusts on.

Nails digging into his shoulders, her first orgasm hit her like a train, “Yes!” The Shrieking Shack lived up to its name as she came undone on the end of his cock. Her pussy hugged to every vein in his shaft, as she lost control of her body for a few glorious seconds. It meant that her body quickly shifted, her hips widened, and her breasts ballooned so that they were soft pillows squished between them. Her skin even flickered through about seven different shades as he kept battering her clutching cunt.

He pulled one orgasm form her body right after the other as they he held her there. Her entire world centered on the incomparable bliss coming from her stretched out little pussy. After her third peak, she finally regained the ability to do more than moan out the most basic of encouragements, or at best his name.

Looking at him, she was surprised to see the scratch marks on his chest. ‘When in the bloody hell did I do that?!’ You wouldn’t be blame for thinking she was the one with a bit of werewolf running through her.

Though it clearly wasn’t bothering him in the slightest as he continued his relentless fucking, “That’s it Harry, love. Just use me.” His arms only tightened around her in response, “Get it all out. I know how hard it is… I know how badly you need it. We both know what you want, what the wolf wants… So fucking do it!” He only grunted and it made her twitch around him. She was utterly enamored with that. The animalistic single-mindedness he possessed when he was ravishing her body for all he was worth.

Running her hand along his jaw, she managed to pull him down into a searing kiss that only spurred him on, “Oh… fuck!” He lifted her higher, taking hold of one of her knees and holding it up to her side. Her other leg hooked around his as she just tried to hold onto consciousness. In her hyper focus, it was only then that she heard it.

A whimper, a woman’s whimper to be specific, and one that quite clearly wasn’t hers. In any other situation, Harry would’ve sussed it out straight away, to say nothing of her, but in all fairness, they were otherwise occupied. Panic flared in her chest, but then she saw her.

It was Hestia, just peaking out around the door. She was almost hidden in the shadows but only almost. ‘Naughty little voyeur.’ The panic that had bloomed in her chest quickly turned to anger. ‘How dare she fucking follow me!’ But then there was another part of her, the one that was still reveling in the absolute bliss of her boyfriend’s attentions, that didn’t really care. If anything, it turned her on knowing that she had an audience.

And then, any thought of that was driven from her mind by a truly ferocious smack of his hips, so hard it was almost painful. His every muscle tightened as she felt his shaft twitch inside of her. She was filled with incredible warmth as he gave her little pumps of his hips with every bit of cum that erupted from him. Her vision grew fuzzy as she had her most massive climax of the night right along with him.

The peaks of his climax slowly ebbed away, and his grip loosened on her. She could feel his seed dripping down the inside of her thigh. Her head lolled forward to rest against his shoulder as his hand went to rest on her hips.

As he walked them over to the bed, she peaked around him to the doorway. Their voyeur was gone, and as she was cuddled on the soft bed, she knew that was going to be an interesting conversation. As Harry gave another pump of his hips, reminding her that he we stuffed in her overstuffed cunt she had one last thought on that matter. ‘It can definitely wait until Monday.’