Alisa opened her mouth to protest.
But the arousal that had been simmering all day suddenly roared to the surface, her dick hardening almost painfully in her trousers. The thought of relief—of Tonks' hands, her mouth, her body—was too tempting to resist.
"I—" Alisa's voice came out rough. "Okay."
Tonks smiled, slow and warm, and pulled her shirt over her head.
The fabric fell to the floor, leaving her in just her bra—simple black cotton that somehow made her look even more appealing. Her skin was pale in the dim light, a few faint scars visible across her ribs.
"Come here," Tonks said softly.
Alisa moved before she could think better of it, crossing the space between them.
Tonks' hands came up to cup her face, thumbs brushing along her cheekbones. "You're not a monster," she murmured. "You're not broken. You're just Alisa. And that's enough."
Then she leaned in and kissed her.
The world narrowed to the feeling of Tonks' lips, warm and certain against her own. To the press of her body, soft curves against hard planes. To the way her hands slid down Alisa's neck, fingers tracing the line of her collar.
Alisa's hands found Tonks' waist, gripping tight.
Tonks broke the kiss, breathing slightly harder. Her eyes were dark, pupils dilated. "Better?"
"Getting there," Alisa managed.
"Good." Tonks reached behind herself, fingers finding the clasp of her bra. "Let's see if we can make it even better."
The fabric loosened, and Tonks let it fall.
Alisa's breath caught. Tonks was beautiful—small breasts, pink nipples already hard in the cool air.
Without thinking, Alisa's hands moved to cup them, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks.
Tonks made a soft sound, arching into the touch. "That's it. Touch me."
Alisa did, marvelling at the softness, the warmth. Her dick throbbed insistently, straining against her trousers.
Tonks noticed. Her hand dropped between them, palming Alisa through the fabric. "Someone's eager."
Alisa gasped, hips jerking forward involuntarily.
"Easy." Tonks worked at Alisa's belt, fingers deft and certain. "Let's get these off you."
The belt came loose. Then the button. The zipper.
Tonks pushed the trousers down, taking Alisa's underwear with them, and Alisa's dick sprang free—hard, flushed, already leaking at the tip.
"Fuck," Tonks breathed, wrapping her hand around it. "You're so hard it must hurt."
It did. The relief of her touch was immediate and overwhelming.
"Tonks—" Alisa's voice came out strangled.
"Shh." Tonks stroked slowly, base to tip, her grip firm and perfect. "I've got you."
Alisa's head fell back, a low moan escaping her throat. It felt too good, too much, and she was already embarrassingly close to—
Tonks dropped to her knees.
"Wait—" Alisa started to say, but then Tonks' mouth was on her, hot and wet and so nice, and all coherent thought fled.
Tonks took her deep, tongue swirling around the head before sliding down the shaft. She worked with practised ease, one hand wrapped around the base, the other cupping Alisa's balls, rolling them gently. Alisa's hands found Tonks' hair—currently short and pink—gripping without pulling. "Fuck, Tonks, I'm—I'm not going to last—"
Tonks pulled off just long enough to say, "Please don't," before taking her back in.
The permission was all Alisa needed. Her hips jerked forward, pushing deeper into Tonks' throat, and Tonks took it, relaxing her jaw and letting Alisa fuck her mouth in shallow thrusts.
The orgasm hit like a tidal wave.
Alisa came with a choked cry, her dick pulsing as she emptied herself down Tonks' throat. Tonks swallowed it all, working her through the aftershocks with gentle suction until Alisa was trembling, oversensitive.
Finally, Tonks pulled off with an obscene pop, licking her lips. "Better?"
Alisa could barely speak. "I—yes. Gods, yes."
"Good." Tonks stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Now get on the bed." "What—"
"We're not done." Tonks pushed at Alisa's shoulders, guiding her backwards until her legs hit the mattress. "That was just the warm-up. Now I want you to fuck me properly."
Alisa's dick, which should have been spent, gave an interested twitch.
Am I going to fuck her? Just like that?
Tonks noticed something on her face and grinned wickedly. "That's what I thought. Now lie down."
Alisa obeyed, still half-dazed, watching as Tonks stripped off her remaining clothes—trousers and knickers disappearing in one smooth motion. She was stark naked now, skin flushed with arousal, and a neat patch of dark hair between her thighs.
She climbed onto the bed, straddling Alisa's hips. Her hand wrapped around Alisa's dick again, positioning it.
"Ready?" Tonks asked, her voice gone husky.
Alisa nodded, unable to form words.
Tonks sank down slowly, taking Alisa inside inch by inch. She was tight, wet, so fucking perfect—and Alisa groaned at the sensation, hands immediately at Tonks' hips.
"Fuck," Tonks breathed once she was fully seated. "You feel so good inside me."
She started to move—slow rolls of her hips at first, then faster, riding Alisa with increasing urgency.
Her breasts bounced with each movement, and Alisa couldn't help reaching up to palm them again, pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger.
Tonks gasped, her rhythm faltering. "Yes—like that—"
Alisa sat up, pulling Tonks closer so she could take a nipple into her mouth. She sucked hard, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, and Tonks' entire body shuddered.
"Alisa—fuck—I'm close—"
Alisa's hands moved to Tonks' arse, gripping hard and helping her move faster. Their bodies slapped together, and Alisa could feel another orgasm building despite having just come.
"Touch yourself," Alisa said roughly against Tonks' skin. "I want to feel you come on my dick. Please!"
Tonks obeyed immediately, one hand dropping between them to rub frantic circles over her clit. Her walls clenched around Alisa, tighter and tighter, and then she was crying out, head thrown back as she came.
The sensation of Tonks' orgasm pushed Alisa over the edge again. She came with a shout, buried deep inside Tonks, filling her completely.
They collapsed together, breathing hard, bodies tangled and slick with sweat.
For a long moment, neither of them moved.
Then Tonks laughed, breathless and satisfied. "Okay. Now you should feel better."
Alisa did.
The constant pressure was gone, again, replaced by bone-deep satisfaction and exhaustion. Her mind felt clearer than it had in days.
"Thank you," she whispered.
Tonks shifted, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "Anytime. Literally. That's what I'm here for."
They lay together in comfortable silence, Tonks' weight warm and grounding against her.
And for the first time since the curse, Alisa allowed herself to believe that maybe—just maybe—she'd be okay.