Ethan felt every rhythmic contraction of Tonks's muscles, every drop of moisture, and the frantic heat radiating from her.
As he drove his tongue deeper, Tonks's composure didn't just breakāit shattered. She reached down, her fingers tangling painfully in Ethan's hair, and pushed his head down with a desperate, aggressive force, grinding her crotch directly into his face.
"More! Right there... don't you dare stop!" she hissed, her voice cracking.
Suddenly, her body went rigid. Her legs shook violently, and with a muffled, guttural scream, she squirted. A warm, frantic fountain of her arousal drenched Ethan's face and soaked into the front of his leather jacket. She slumped back against the desk, her chest heaving, her eyes glazed over in a state of pure, post-orgasmic bliss.
Ethan sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He worked his jaw, feeling the burn in his muscles. "Well," he panted, looking at the puddles on the mahogany desk. "That was a hell of a lot of work. You practically turned Dumbledore's office into a water park, Pinky."
Tonks let out a long, ragged breath, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her lips. "Quit babbling, Williams. I've still got an itch to scratch, and I need to verify if that 'item' I saw in the Pensieve was a hoax or if you're actually packing what you claim."
"Verify away," Ethan challenged, standing up and unbuckling his belt.
As his trousers hit the floor, his cock sprang freeārock hard, thick, and pulsing with the redirected energy. Tonks's eyes widened, her hair flashing a vibrant, glowing red. She didn't hesitate. She reached out, her warm, calloused hands circling the base, her fingers barely meeting around the girth.
"Well," she whispered, her voice dropping into a sultry growl. "The memory definitely didn't lie. If anything, it was a bit modest."
Ethan closed his eyes, his head falling back as her soft hands began a slow, rhythmic stroke. In two livesāthe one he barely remembered in the MCU and this chaotic wizarding worldāhe had never felt anything this visceral.
Tonks leaned in, her tongue flicking out to give the pink, sensitive head a teasing lick. A violent shiver ripped through Ethan's entire body, his knees nearly buckling.
"Whoa... hey," Ethan gasped. "Warn a guy before you do that."
Tonks laughed, a low, mischievous sound. "I'm the teacher here, remember?"
She opened her mouth wide and took him in. She was talented, using her Metamorphmagus abilities to shift her throat, making it wider and more accommodating, though even she struggled with the sheer size of him. She bobbed her head rhythmically, her eyes locked onto his, watching his face twist in a mask of pure, concentrated pleasure.
Ethan was lost. The heat of her mouth, the suction, the way her hands kept working at his baseāit was perfect.
But then, the mischief in Tonks's brain took over. She decided it was time for a little payback for the beetle incident in the vault.
As she continued to suck him, Ethan felt her skin begin to bubble and turn a weathered grey. Her face elongated, and suddenly, a long, flowing silver beard began to tickle Ethan's thighs. Through the haze of his pleasure, he opened his eyes and looked down.
Staring back up at him through a pair of half-moon spectacles was Albus Dumbledore, his blue eyes twinkling with mock-enthusiasm as he continued the act.
"JESUS H. CHRIST!" Ethan roared.
His cock went limp so fast it was almost painful. He scrambled backward, his boots sliding on the wet rug, and nearly tripped over a silver instrument stand. He leaned against the wall, making a series of violent, exaggerated gagging gestures, his face pale with absolute horror.
"Tonks! Stop! That is a war crime! That's psychological warfare! I'm going to need ten years of therapy and a memory charm just to sleep again!"
The 'Dumbledore' let out a deep, boisterous belly laugh before shifting back into Tonks. She collapsed onto the floor, howling with laughter, her hair flashing through every color of the rainbow. "You should have seen... your face! You looked like you'd seen a Dementor in a thong!"
"That was not funny!" Ethan barked, rubbing his temples and trying to force the image out of his head. "My brain just did a hard reset."
Tonks wiped a tear of laughter from her eye and crawled toward him, her hair settling into a sultry, apologetic violet. "Oh, come on. It was a joke. I'll make it up to you."
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