Godfather and Godson

Chapter 18: Nymph Tonks Pt. 2(R-18)

Now laid out before him was his prize that at long last he got his hands on. The alluring spunky witch did try her best to cover up her slit with her legs but fluid kept on running down her thighs creating an alluring sight. She also shielded her breasts which Harry found pointless since her bra already had her covered.

"Harry," the witch sensationally cried as she rolled her legs and hips around in the afterglow of her release.

Enjoying the sight before him very, Harry got on a real hard on as his pants constricted against his full length.

Reaching down, Harry grasped those wonderful melons of the enticing witch and started to play with them as he knead and flattened. Not liking how the cloth hindered him from grasping those soft pieces of flesh, Harry tore it off in a single ripping motion and tossed it away.

Whimper underneath him Harry reached even further as his hot breath ran across her hardened nipple on the right while he continued to play with the remaining breast, then started to run his tongue over it.

Tasting the salty tang of her sweat, Harry moved on from slobbering his drool on her nipple and started suckling them. Moaning out loud in reaction, Tonks's hands found their way behind the back of his head and stayed there as if she wanted him to stay in between her tits forever.

Taking to mean a good sign, Harry continued with his work as he sucked and played with her boob. Moving on to the next phase, Harry started to nibble at her nipple to increase her pleasure then full-on bite it and started to pull upward then to the sides.

This time the spirited witch let out a shriek of pure pleasure and pain as she pulled down at the back of his in pure reflex. Now Harry was squished down her boobs and nearly suffocating as he could barely get some air in. Struggling with all his might, Harry found that the Auror to be was a lot stronger than he imagined, and was nearly unable to get out if he hadn't pinched her left breasts he was playing with.

Crying out her ecstasy it was clear the witch was close to her second release, however, Harry wouldn't let that happen until he got something in return. Getting out of her breasts which nearly costed him his life, to which Harry thought it would be an even trade, dying in-between a nice pair of boobs.

Whining when Harry left her soft alcoves, Tonks looked at him in silent beseechment as her cloudy eyes asked why he left her hanging. Grinning down at her as she twisted lithe under him, Harry gave no answer but just the motion of removing his pants.

Tonks watched silently him as he tossed it aside followed by his boxers until his full girth was released.

"Wha- what are you doing," Tonks stammer out as she blushed deeply but never could turn her eyes away from his membrum.

"What are you the only one who can feel good?" Harry asked in an accusatory tone. "Can't I feel good as well?"

"Of course," the plucky witch fumbled though she wasn't acting brave anymore.

"Well then would you like to use your hands, mouth, or breasts?" Harry inquired of her like he was discussing the weather and not some carnal services.

"WHAT!" Tonks shouted as the incredulous look in her expression was evident. "How... how...."

Sighing out loud as if it was a foregone conclusion, Harry made to leave and muttered, "If you are chaste then you are chaste why do you have to drag me all the way over here."

"I am NOT a virgin," Tonks shouted as she struggled beneath him.

"So it is even worse, you are an old prune," Harry uttered in false bewilderment.