Give in to carnal desires.
From Create Your Own Story
Harry stared at Tonks' sweet, heart-shaped face with a primal lust. With his new found power, came a great, over-whelming thirst for pleasures of the flesh. He felt Tonks' fear, and that fear fed his desires even more. The desire to dominate was growing inside him. Harry felt as if he NEEDED to fulfill his new, sexual desires.
Harry placed his hand on her face, and began to gently caress her cheek. Tonks' lip quivered, fearful of the look in Harry's eyes.
"I want your mind, body and soul, Nymph. I want to feel you, to taste you, to make you mine. I'm going to enjoy this, and eventually, so will you." Harry said as his smirk grew bigger and bigger.
"Bu... but... H... Harry..." Tonks stammered.
"You want this, Nyphm. Deep inside, you desire this."
Harry placed a hand on the inside of her naked thigh. Tonks now regretted wearing her leather skirt, which had a long slit down the side of it. As she was now seated, it now exposed her bare leg for Harry to touch.
"No... Please... I don't want..." she pleaded.
Harry dragged his nails softly across her leg. Tonks closed her eyes, and tried to stop her body from reacting to his touch. Her will however, would not, and could not, stop her from shuddering. She gritted her teeth, trying to to deny her trecherous body as Harry's fingers went farther and farther up her skirt.
Harry leaned in, placing his lips close to her ear. "You know you want it. I can feel you shuddering you know. Close your eyes all you want. You cannot resist me, Nymph." His voice whispering in her ear, he leaned in and gently suckled her ear lobe. She jumped, but still didn't pull away.
"Please... S... stop.. Ha... Harry.. Please... Don't... do this..."
Harry's hand slid farther up her skirt, finally finding her panties. A small gasp escaped Tonks' lips as Harry began to run a finger up and down her womanhood. "You like that, don't you Nymph? Don't deny it. You want to give in, to submit. To give yourself to me. I can give you so much, you know. Just give in and you won't regret it. I'll give you a pleasure beyond anything you can imagine."
With one last mental push, Tonks gathered all her remaining will, and pushed Harry away forcibly. Harry's eyes went wide, and felt pure rage surge through his veins. With an audible growl, he raised his right hand and gave Tonks a quick backhanded slap.
"You ungrateful bitch. I offer you greatness and you have the nerve to reject it? If you hadn't been such an ungrateful little bitch I wouldn't have had to hit you. It's your own fucking fault." Harry snarled.
Tonks snuffled, as tears were beginning to form in her eyes. Her cheek stung where Harry had struck her. Her unfocused eyes looked down at the floor. Harry grabbed a handful our Tonks' pink hair, and wrenched her head so that her eyes were staring his intense, green eyes. She let of a moan of pain, and whimpered when she saw the look in his eyes.
"Do you want the pain to go away? Do you want the hurting to stop?" he asked. She nodded. "Do you know what you have to do to stop it?" She shook her head, no. "Exactly what I tell you." he said in a eerily calm, yet commanding tone. "And if you let yourself, I promise you'll get some pleasure out of this as well. I can give you so much Nymph. But you have to give some too."
"Wh.... what do... do you want... f... from me?" Tonks whimpered.
"Get up," Harry commanded.
Harry backed away, just enough to give her some room. Tonks stood up slowly, her legs shaking in fear and anticipation.
"Strip."
"W... what?"
"Strip," he commanded again. "Remove your clothing." Her fear and anxiety were intoxicated to Harry, feeding his lust even more.
Slowly, Tonks did as she was commanded. She removed her black, leather overcoat, and tossed it onto the couch. She reached down to her waist, and untucked her purple shirt. Slowly, she pulled it over her head, as Harry drank in the exposed flesh before him. As her gaze drifted downward in shame, she reached behind her back, and unclasped her black bra. It slowly fell to the floor, exposing her breasts. Harry chuckled to himself, thinking, "They're rather nice, I have to admit."
She then unbuttoned her leather skirt, and it collapsed into a pile at her feet. Harry's smirk couldn't have gotten any bigger at seeing the sight before him. He saw her black thong, and couldn't help but stare at it. Her hands made their way to her thong, and her thumbs hooked into them. In a slow, antagonizing fashion, pulled them down over her hips, and down past her knees until they were laying on top of her skirt.
Tonks felt ashamed of exposing her body to Harry, a teenager. She felt humiliated and exposed. She was taking her clothes off in a slow, methodical way, which only served to excite Harry even more. Her legs and her womanhood were completely shaved. As she stood up straight, her hands went to cover her body.
As she tried to cover herself, she pleaded with him. "Please, don't do this, Harry. I'm begging you. I promise to swear myself to you. Just don't do this..." Her begging excited Harry even more.
"You are Dumbledore's little minion. It is time to change that. Sit."
Before she even realized it, Tonks did as she was told, and sat on the couch. She crossed her legs, and her arms and hands covered her breasts. She whimpered again, unsure of what was to come.
"Tsk, tsk, Nymph. Don't hide from your new master. Open yourself up to me, and you shall be rewarded. Disobey, and be punished. It is your choice, Nymphadora."
Tonks sat on the couch, unsure of what to do. She was battling an internal struggle.
