More Than Just Work - Tonks/Firenze Nc-17
Title: More Than Just Work Characters or Pairing: Tonks/Firenze Word Count: 821 Rating: NC-17 Warnings: bestiality Challenge: centaur Author's Notes: Back in for day 5! Also, May's Full moon is called the Flower Moon, also called Mother's Moon, Milk Moon, and Corn Planting Moon, marks a time of increasing fertility. Tonks had a plan. She'd been working with Firenze in the Forbidden Forest for almost eight weeks now and she was ready. So ready. She knew that this was one of the two mating times for centaurs May's Flower Moon. Since the day she'd met Firenze, she had been unable to get it out of her mind.
As a young teenager she had taken horseback riding lessons. Needless to say they hadn't started out well. An English style riding saddle was not an awkward clumsy girl's friend. Her father encouraged her to continue and eventually someone had found an American style riding saddle with a horn and she tried that. She, finally, had something to hold onto and she could stay on the horse for the length of the lesson. Not too many weeks later, she had another breakthrough. She hadn't even known what it was at first, but riding the horse had become exhilarating. She panted and gasped and held onto the saddle horn for dear life as the horse rocked underneath her. Summer came to an end and she returned to school. She was desperate to repeat the experience and used the one thing everyone at Hogwarts had, a broom. A prefect had caught her in the dorms riding it for all she was worth; the older student suggested using the end of the handle instead. The young Nymphadora finally realized what the exhilaration actually was. Orgasm.
Tonks had begun to work with Firenze on keeping the borders of the Forbidden Forest protected from Death Eater infiltration and various creatures under Voldemort's influence. It had been close and difficult work and Tonks had come to appreciate Firenze for his knowledge, unique brand of magic and, of course, he was hung like a horse. She couldn't help herself she had to look. Occasionally, she had touched his neck or accidentally brushed his flank. Lust rose within her with each passing encounter. Tonight, she would seduce him. He would be his most vulnerable to his own lustful desires, even if they weren't necessarily directed at her. She had picked out a spot with a tree stump she could lean on. Her throat was dry at the thought and her pants were already damp. They met at the appointed spot. She bided her time as the noises of rutting became louder and more frequent. Tonks ran her hand down Firenze's flank. His muscles quivered under the skin. She 'tripped' and fell to her knees, her arms flayed and she 'accidentally' grasped at his penis. Without hesitation, she reached up again and let her fingers curl around him. Firenze's voice roughly gasped her name. He hadn't said not to, so she reached for him again. This time she firmly stroked him. He groaned. "Don't." He requested. "I want to." Tonks breathed. She reached up with both hands they barely fit around him any longer. "I've wanted this for so long." "You do not understand." "It's a night for mating. I understand." She worked his penis harder. It was already 35 centimeters if he was a single one. "I'm a changeling. I can handle anything you can give me." Firenze panted. Tonks dropped her robes. She stroked his flanks again with her hands and then dragged her breasts across him, before her hands returned to his penis. He turned his head. "Come here." She stepped in front of him and he bent his head to lick her nipples. Tonks squirmed and panted. "Don't, don't need it…" she stammered. "Need you wet." Firenze stated simply. Tonks groaned. "I'm soaked and I can expand at will." She pulled away and bent over to grasp the stump as she had planned. He mounted her in an instant. She gasped, and cried out as she stretched naturally and unnaturally. Firenze shoved against her roughly and she pushed back. He moved fast and hard against her and she kept herself tight around him. She'd never had it this hard or fast, his size was completely out of her experience. It could last forever, but the orgasm of her life was about to overtake her and her fingers dug into the worn wood of the stump. She threw back her head and screamed. She panted and writhed as she felt him spill into her. Firenze's teeth closed on her shoulder and kept her in place. She felt the wetness ooze down her thighs. She remained trapped between his forelegs, before he finally let her go. "We cannot meet again." Firenze stated. Tonks had known that was a possibility. "I understand." "We are not animals to be used." "I did not mean to use you. We got on. I thought you could tell I was aroused." Tonks mumbled. "You are different." Firenze agreed. "It does not change the fact we cannot meet again." "I understand." She repeated. Tonks did not return to the Forbidden Forest. By the end of June she would seek out Remus Lupin. She was in trouble.