Tonks chooses to give in to Harry
From Create Your Own Story
Tonks sat on the couch, and looked up at Harry, tears in her eyes. She had made her choice. She would let him do this. She would surrender to him, not fight him. She hoped that he would not abuse her. Her fate was in his hands.
After a moment, she did as her new master commanded, and slowly she exposed herself to Harry, her body trembling. Her shaking increased as he moved to his hand down and touched her most sacred of places.
Harry scowled after feeling her. "You aren't wet," he said, acting as though he was insulted at the fact. "You aren't enjoying this?" She hung her head in shame, and her hair changed to a deep shade of red.
Harry moved his fingers down to tease her and encourage her. As Harry flick his finger up and down her womanhood, Tonks tried to fight the desire building in her. She felt her body responding to his touch. She gasped as his middle finger slipped inside her. The tip of his finger flicked just inside her folds. The more he moved his finger, the slicker she became. Her hands grabbed the couch, trying to not writhe in pleasure. But after just a few more moments, a moan left her lips.
"I knew you'd like this, Nymph. Come on. You know you want this. Give in. Give yourself to me. You won't regret it," Harry crooned into her ear. Tonks licked her lips as he continued to touch her. The more and more his finger moved, her slit became wetter and wetter. After another soft moan, Harry's finger drifted up her slit, finding her clit, eliciting a throaty moan from her.
Tonks began to move her hips slowly, unconsciously pushing her crotch into Harry's palm. His thumb started rubbing her clitoris while his other fingers slid into her folds.
"That's good Nymph," Harry whispered in her ear. "Touch yourself. Caress your breasts. Fondle them. Make yourself feel good. Pinch those hard nipples. You know you want to."
Tonks followed his commands. She obeyed him, giving herself more pleasure. She grabbed her left breast, fondled it, caressing the soft, fleshy mound. Her fingers glided over her nipple, which made her moan again. Harry continued rubbing her pussy and her clit, and she responded by grinding her hips more. Her pleasure was building, more and more. Her gasps, moans, and a multitude of other noises escaped her throat, indicating her arousal.
"Now, my lovely little slave. It is time. Are you ready for your new master's cock? Are you ready to give your new master your body to use as he pleases?" Harry asked. Tonks answered, but it was too quiet for Harry to hear her.
"Say that again, slave?"
Tonks' eye lids slightly opened, showing him that they were full of lust. She opened her mouth to answer, but all that escaped her lips at first was a moan. Then she whispered "....Yes."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Nymph. You need to ask me for my cock like you want it. Because I know you do," Harry whispered in her ear as he inserted a finger farther into her folds, feeling the entrance to her womanhood. "Now... beg for it. Beg like the slave you are."
"Please," Tonks choked out. "Please fuck me..."
Harry shook his head disapprovingly. “That doesn't sound like you want it at all. I want to hear it in your voice. I want to hear you say it like you mean it. I want to hear the desperation in your voice, like if you don't have my cock, you'd die without it.”
"Please..." she moaned, her voice stronger, with a more convincing tone to it. "Please fuck me, Harry!"
"Please fuck me, Master." Harry commanded in a firm tone. "Say it right, slave."
"Please fuck me, Master!"
Harry made up his mind. He knew what he wanted. It was just a matter of doing it.
