Bed crawling

The next thing Nymphadora knew, she was in a bedroom with her gaze locked on a prone figure in a bed. With a quick flick of her wand, she ensured that no sound would escape the area around the bed. She hungrily leapt onto the startled figure and started to tear the sheets covering them away.

“Tonks?” Harry asked blearily. “What are you-?”

As he took in her naked body, tits tight and perky and her exposed pussy dripping, Harry’s words died out. Smiling widely, Tonks wasted no time to reach below his waistband and grip his rapidly stiffening dick.

“Watcher Harry. I need a little favor,” she whispered throatily before planting a small kiss on his stomach. “We’re practically family right. That means I need you to help me out while Remus’ not here.”

Staring hungrily at the hard dick standing up from her young friend’s crotch, she licked her lips before starting to lower her mouth onto the delicious meat. Unfortunately, a pair of hands started to push her off. Looking up wildly, Tonks realized Harry was trying to push her off of him while muttering some protest.

Unwilling to risk some silly moral concern keep her from getting fucked as she sorely needed, the ex-auror quickly flicked her wand towards the scattered bed sheets. The fabric swiftly rose up and wrapped around Harry, forcing his hands back down and strapping him to the bed. With no further impediments, she returned to stroking his stiffly standing dick.

“Tonks!” he protested.

“Shh. I just need a little onetime favor mate. You can do that for me, right?”

She punctuated her sentence by finally getting her lips on the prize. Teasingly licking and sucking her way up and down the quivering cock, she smiled at the strained groans coming from the young man. Finishing her exploration, she lighting swirled her tongue around his cock head before flicking it against his tip. She continued this pattern over and over, listening to Harry’s increasingly agonized groans. Finally raising her head up, Nymphadora looked into Harry’s eyes while opening her mouth to let a string of drool drip down onto the shaft.

“Well?” she questioned while stroking the wet shaft. “What will it be?”