Kink for canellaphile
Title: Something More
Author: gabriel_anubis
Written For: canellaphile
Pairing: Fleur/Tonks, mentions of Remus/Tonks, Bill/Fleur and Remus/Sirius
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don’t own these characters, not making any profit, etc.
Summary: An unexpected encounter at the Burrow – and some rather kinky
goings-on!
Warnings: Explicit femmeslash, mentions of het, BDSM, FTM crossdressing and
m/m slash, genderfuck, “chicks with dicks”, aphrodisiac use, anal, spanking,
slightly rough sex, AU
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-6
Words: 1,691

A/N: This was written for the HP Kinkathon Fic Exchange as a gift for
redpiratemel. Hope you like! Many thanks to my beta, who wishes to remain
anonymous.




Tonks sighed as she took another swig from the bottle of Firewhisky she had
brought with her, and grimaced at its harsh strength and taste. Sitting at
somebody else’s kitchen table feeling sorry for herself was not her idea of
a fun evening, nor was drinking this much – she wasn’t the type to hit the
bottle like this under normal circumstances. She had friends she could be
visiting, other things she could be occupying herself with – but right now
she didn’t feel like doing any of that.

She had come to the Burrow hoping to have a chat with Molly, or even Ginny,
about what was going on in her life right now. Or, more accurately, what
wasn’t going on. She needed someone to understand how she was feeling, a
sympathetic ear. But when she arrived, all she met was a sleepy Ron who
grumpily and groggily told her that everybody else was out somewhere or
other, and that she was welcome to wait if she wanted, but he had no idea
when his mother or sister would be home. And then he had swiftly disappeared
back to his room before Tonks could even reply.

Another swallow of whisky, and Tonks promptly pulled another face. She had
loved Remus, loved him very much, in fact, but it just hadn’t worked out. He
was kind, caring and generous, and far more inventive and adventurous in the
bedroom than her previous lover had been. Even now, Tonks felt a few wicked
stirrings of lust at the memory of Remus’ warm, slick tongue caressing the
tight, puckered opening between her buttocks. None of her other boyfriends
or girlfriends had been willing to rim her, or even have her do it to them.
It was almost as much fun as the time when he’d had her pretend to be a
young male for him – a Gryffindor tie hanging down between her bare breasts,
schoolboy shorts pooled around her ankles as Remus, clad in his old
schoolmaster’s robes, bent her over the dresser and cracked a vicious cane
across her naked arse. Her anus had felt sore and aching the next morning
after being stretched and pounded by his long, thick cock. Tonks missed the
feeling almost as much as she missed Remus’ smile and gentle embraces after
the act of love.

But as much as she had adored Remus, it had all too soon become painfully
clear that he was not the one for her. She frequently found herself
wondering if he had ever fully gotten over the death of his lover Sirius,
and was using her to compensate. Besides, he was too dominant, too typically
masculine when it came to sex, and the times that Tonks wanted to take
charge and bend him across a table far outnumbered the occasions when she
craved to submit. And of course there was the fact that Tonks much preferred
women to men. She missed girls when she was with Remus – longed for their
curves, their softness and the scent of smooth and perfumed flesh. Although
she’d done her very best to be faithful in thought and deed to her dear
werewolf, her passion for women had won out in the end. The whisky burned in
her throat as she felt herself getting wetter than ever at the thought of
full, round breasts and moist, velvet slits between spread thighs. Men were
all right, but it was the ladies she invariably came back to, time and
again. She had had plenty of fun with her boyfriends, but she always needed
that something more…

Tonks put aside the whisky and began idly flicking through a witches’
fashion magazine that was lying on the kitchen table. The gorgeous models
only served to make her even hornier than ever. One lingerie model, a tall,
willowy albino beauty with glorious snowy hair to her slender waist, caught
Tonks’ eye in particular. Feeling a little mischievous, she found herself
taking on the model’s appearance, the spiked magenta hair she’d had when she
arrived at the Weasleys’ home giving way to flowing tresses of purest white.

She stole a glance at herself in the kitchen mirror, and smiled. Now she was
the sort of woman that she’d be willing to shag without hesitation. Giggling
a little to herself, and not even stopping to think of anyone possibly
coming in and catching her, she took off her clothes and admired a more
salacious reflection of her transformed charms. Pale breasts with delicate
nipples of lightest pink, long luscious legs… the girl she had become was
breathtaking. And the mirror seemed to agree – its lewd wolf whistle made
her toss her head seductively and strike a couple of model-like poses.

Suddenly, Tonks was struck by an idea. An amusing one, but rather sexy, too.
Looking down between her legs, she concentrated hard and felt her clit grow
and thicken, shaping itself into a slender but well-proportioned prick. “Now
I’m the perfect lover for any woman,” she whispered, only half-jokingly. She
rather liked the sensation of an erection slowly hardening above her damp
folds, enjoying two very different pleasures at the same time.

Slightly intoxicated and very turned on, Tonks never noticed the soft pop as
someone Apparated into the room. And at first, Fleur Delacour never noticed
Tonks’s presence either. She was breathless and angry, muttering to herself
in French before seizing the first thing that looked like a tasty beverage
from the bench and downing it in a couple of gulps.

Fleur loved Bill Weasley – she loved him as intensely as Tonks had loved her
Remus. But not for the first time, Fleur was beginning to wonder if her
impending marriage to Bill was a mistake. She had intended to stick by her
man no matter what, but she had not been prepared for the changes in his
personality after his recovery from the wounds inflicted on him by Fenrir
Greyback. His quickness to anger, the frequent furious outbursts that left
her stressed and frustrated… just like the one that had led her to storm
home early and alone from the party they had gone to that night.

Rage had left a bad taste in her mouth – no, that was whatever she had just
drunk. Actually, the taste wasn’t too horrid, just strange. And it was
beginning to have a weird effect on her… too late, Fleur realised that she
had just imbibed some kind of potion, probably left among the drinks by
mistake. How and why, she neither knew nor cared…

Her skin felt flushed, and her knees were weak. She felt a sudden tingle and
then a liquid heat between her thighs. Her nipples swelled against the thin
silk of her dress robes and she gasped at the sudden sight of the beautiful
being who stood only a few feet away – an exquisite androgyne with alabaster
skin slightly tinged with rose, lovely feminine curves and an erect cock.
Fleur had never seen anyone so desirable, and she wasn’t sure if it was the
potion that was causing her raging lust, but before she could stop herself
she had flung herself onto her knees before the glorious hermaphrodite and
had taken the hard shaft of that smooth cock into her mouth.

Tonks’ eyes widened, both in shock and at the sudden ecstasy of warm lips on
her skin. She looked down, and found herself more aroused than ever at the
sight of Fleur kneeling before her. Her hips moved involuntarily, and any
qualms of guilt about doing this with Bill Weasley’s bride to be were swept
away by the rush of need to have this gorgeous girl.

Growling a little, Tonks pushed Fleur away and pulled her to her feet,
tearing the flimsy, silky garments from her trembling slender frame. She
kissed Fleur’s mouth and throat harshly, viciously, biting and sucking at
the delicate skin of the other woman’s neck, then bending to do the same to
her breasts. Her tongue encircled Fleur’s swollen nipples, and Fleur sobbed
and moaned as Tonks’s fingers plunged themselves into her wetness. Fleur
found herself almost lifted by the force of the fucking, those pushing,
stretching fingers inside her that made her want more and more, that made
her spill over the edge of release before she even knew what was happening
to her.

That first climax left Fleur gasping, yet unsatisfied. But Tonks hadn’t
finished with her yet. Strong hands were turning Fleur, bending her over the
kitchen table, and Fleur bit back a shriek as a stinging palm slapped
against her pert little bottom, once, twice, then too many times to count.

Tonks smiled at the red marks on Fleur’s fair skin, knowing what she wanted
to do even before the thought had formed coherently. She pulled her wand
from her heap of discarded clothing, and cast the lubrication spell before
pulling Fleur’s cheeks apart and thrusting her cock inside the other woman’s
arse. Such heat, the inner muscles constricting around her, Fleur’s breath
harsh and rasping as she struggled to suppress her cries. Oh yes, this was
what Tonks had missed for so long! To have a woman under her, soft and
yielding, to pound into another woman’s tightness over and over, to be
coming hard as she pushed herself deeper and deeper into willing female
flesh.

Withdrawing her hardness and feeling it shrink back to normal size, Tonks
took the shuddering Fleur into her arms and kissed her forehead lightly. She
didn’t know if she wanted Fleur forever, or even if that was possible. But
she was sure of one thing, and that was that she could never go back to men,
not after this.


They had eyes and ears only for each other, and never heard the footsteps
approaching.

“What the bloody hell’s going on?” a sleepy voice demanded.

“Oh, shit!” Tonks exclaimed at the same time as Fleur cried, “Merde!” She
had forgotten that Ron had been home all along. How were she and Fleur ever
going to explain themselves to the Weasley family?

Hearts were going to be broken, Tonks knew, but tonight had been well worth
it in her mind.