The Burning Pen

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Snippet 4 (Kingsley and Tonks)

“Tonks, what in the world is wrong with you? I took you down as easily as if you were a child!” a frowning Kingsley Shacklebolt said to his right-hand Auror, his brown eyes narrowed with exasperation.

They had to take a Death Eater cell tonight, and the metamorphmagus had been making a bad showing for the past week…getting her ass kicked royally by Kingsley and nearly every other Order member she came in contact with.

Tonks slowly rose from the mat, rubbing her shoulder. She looked at Kingsley, smoothed back her shoulder-length lavender locks and shook her head.

“I’m…I’m just out of sorts is all, Kingsley,” the pixieish witch said.

The black wizard looked at her piercingly.

”What’s going on with you Tonks? The way you are fighting, I’m not going to be able to let you go out on the mission tonight. You could be killed or worse, get someone else killed trying to protect you,” the wizard said.

Tonk’s eyes went wide.

“Oh no, Kingsley…please don’t do that. I’d go crazy sitting here worrying about the rest of you fighting those blasted Death Eaters. You need me,” she said desperately.

“We need the kickass Tonks, not what you are right now,” the wizard said, folding his muscular arms, his intricate cross tattoo clearly visible on one bulging bicep, “You’ve got to tell me what is wrong with you, so I can help you past this. You’re one of our best fighters, witch. You’re right. We do need you…so tell me what’s going on with you.”

Tonks and Kingsley were in the Order’s Room of Requirement getting some one on one practice in. Both were dressed in loose-fitting black sweat pants and white wife beaters, Tonks wearing a sports bra under her shirt. The slim, well-formed Auror looked at her mentor and sighed.

“All right, Kingsley…I’ll tell you, but I don’t want you to laugh about this. It really is serious,” she said hesitatingly.

Kingsley nodded.

“Believe me, whatever is bothering you is not anything to laugh at, not when it affects you like this,” he replied soberly, “I don’t find anything funny about it at all.”

“All right,” Tonks said, drawing in a deep breath, “You know Remus and I broke up three months ago…”

”Yes, I was aware of that. I was sorry to hear about it. You seemed to make a good couple,” the wizard replied.

”Remus had issues, Kingsley…about being a werewolf and unsuitable for me. I told him it didn’t matter but he couldn’t get over it. It got to be too much…he was too…too self-pitying. I couldn’t take anymore and gave him an ultimatum. He chose to break it off with me,” she said sadly.

Kingsley didn’t say anything. Remus was a good man, but he thought too much about his malady and not enough about the things that mattered in life as a whole. Tonks had been good for him…but obviously not good enough. A pity really. A man really could make his own private hell and Remus surrounded himself with flames of his own making.

”Well…Kingsley…I have a rather…a rather strong…nature,” Tonks said, her face turning crimson, “And I need to have a good shag to keep me…balanced. And Remus, for all his shortcomings…could shag like an animal. Now I don’t have that, and I’m all tense and distracted. I…I picked up a bloke that looked promising at the pub the other night…you know, just for a quick one-nighter…hoping it might get me back up to snuff, but he wasn’t what I needed. He wasn’t…wasn’t built right and didn’t last more than five minutes. I wanted to hex his balls off when he came.”

Kingsley continued to look at her for several minutes…not saying anything at first. The bald Auror knew what it was like to go without. His wife had died a year and a half ago and he hadn’t touched a woman since. There were times he wished he did have a warm female body to curl up to and possess…but he didn’t let it get to him. Instead he worked out constantly, using exercise to curtail his urges. He had been married for years.

“What am I going to do, Kingsley?” Tonks asked him.

”There’s only one thing you can do…find a wizard that can give you what you need to restore you,” the wizard replied in his deep, rich voice.

Tonks shook her head.

“Kingsley, I need to be better by tonight. I can’t just roam the street looking for wizards to shag and hoping they have what I need. There’s no way I’d be able to tell that,” she said despairingly.

“Well, what do you need, Tonks?” the Auror asked her.

Tonks looked thoughtful.

“Preferably, I need a wizard that’s got a big wand and is hungry for it, you know? Maybe someone who hasn’t had sex in a long time…men like that are usually wild in the sack. And I need someone strong and...dominant, someone who can…can make it hurt a bit, you know? I’ve got a little masochist in me,” the witch said, her hazel eyes taking on a hot, dreamy quality.

Kingsley knew all about Tonks masochistic streak. The witch could take a lot of physical punishment and never complained about it. She just kept going which was why she was such an exceptional fighter.

Suddenly, Tonks’ eyes fell on Kingsley.

”Kingsley, when’s the last time you were with a woman? Have you been with one since Sylvia passed away?” she asked him.

Kingsley gave her a startled look.

”Ah…no. No I haven’t,” he said a bit hoarsely.

“I know you miss your wife...but...but would you like a bit of a shag?” she asked him hopefully, "I know it's been a while for you."

Kingsley was huge, about six feet four inches of nothing but muscle and sinew. He was handsome too, with smooth, dark brown skin, full lips, a broad flared nose, brown eyes and a shining, carefully shaved head. And his voice was beautiful. The wizard must be something between the sheets.

Kingsley blinked at her.

”With you, Tonks?” he asked her, his voice sounding a bit strangled.

”I’m a witch, if you haven’t noticed. I mean I know I’ve kicked your ass a few times but I still have all the necessary body parts that qualifies me as female,” she said to him with a wicked grin, warming up to this, “Plus, I’m a metamorphmagus. I can do things that no other woman can, believe me.”

Kingsley’s brown eyes washed over Tonks. She really was an attractive witch. Limber too. But…but Tonks?

Kingsley shook his head.

”I don’t think so Tonks. It would be too awkward between us afterwards,” the wizard said doubtfully.

“Kingsley, you need me tonight. We don’t know exactly how many Death Eaters are going to be on the premises when the attack starts. You need every good fighter you can get. It means lives, Kingsley,” the witch said.

The wizard looked at her. She was right. They did need as many good fighters as possible. But…but this? Fucking Tonks? It didn’t seem appropriate.
Tonks saw his hesitance and instantly changed her approach, thinking something a bit more challenging was in order.

“Then again, you might not be thinking about that. You might be thinking about your ego. I mean, after all, you can barely handle me on the mats. I’d probably overwhelm you in the bed,” the witch taunted him.

Kingsley scowled blackly.

”That’s not it at all, Tonks!” he said, affronted, “I can hold my own, believe me.”

Tonks snorted.

“Right Kingsley. If I were in top shape, I’d be slinging you all over the ROR,” she said with a smirk.

This seemed to infuriate the wizard.

”You never ‘sling’ me anywhere, Tonks,” he said said, still frowning.

Tonks was hitting him right where it hurt. His pride as a fighter and…a winner. She knew what she was doing. She wanted him mad and wishing to prove himself.

“You have a short memory, Kingsley. Just forget it. Maybe I will go look for a wizard who’s man enough,” she said, starting to leave the room.

Kingsley scowled after her, his hands clenching at his sides. The little minx.

As she opened the door, Tonks heard Kingsley call to her.

”Wait a minute, Tonks,” he said, striding up to the witch as she turned to face him. She came right up to the center of the Auror’s massive chest. He looked down at her, his brows drawn together.

”I’ll do it,” Kingsley growled.

”Do what?” she asked him sweetly.

In answer, Kingsley reached over her and pushed the door closed, pulling his wand out of his pocket and warding it with his signature.

”I’ll ‘fix’ you,” he said, a bit of darkness in his voice.

Tonks felt herself getting a bit creamy as she looked up at the wizard, whose eyes were just as sober and hard as they were just before engaging the enemy. Oh, he looked ready to serve all right.

“You think you can handle it, Kingsley,” Tonks purred at him seductively.

“I know I can,” the wizard growled, pulling her into him and letting her feel the size of his erection beneath his sweats.

“Oh my fucking gods,” Tonks hissed, snaking her arms around the wizard’s thick neck.

Kingsley smirked.

“Think you can handle it, witch?” he asked her, confidence dripping from his voice which was even more delicious because of the desire rumbling through.

“Oh yes,” Tonks breathed, pulling Kingsley down into a hot kiss.

The wizard ignited instantly, wrapping his arms around Tonks and lifting her, walking back toward the center of the room, their lips locked and tongues probing. Gods, her mouth was so hot, soft and sweet.

Kingsley had never fucked a white woman in his life. Well, that was about to change. Tonks turned him on immensely. He had never thought of the Auror in this way before, and to be honest, he wanted to give her what she said she needed. He always had to restrain himself with his wife. She was a small, delicate woman whom he missed greatly. Still, he knew she’d want him to be happy and to keep living. He’d been without for too long now. And he was more than ready to storm some soft, willing pussy.

Tonks on the other hand, didn’t give a damn about color. Wizards were wizards and what attracted her had nothing to do with skin tone. She was a free spirit and had slept with wizards of color before and had a wonderful time. Remus had managed to pin her down for a time, but her love of life had in the end taken her away from him. She couldn’t understand wasting precious time being miserable when there was so much to experience in the world.

Like Kingsley Shacklebolt.

Down they went to the mats, a tangle of brown and white limbs entwining, lips meeting lips, and skin, clothing tearing, being thrown aside, flesh meeting flesh, body meeting body. Kingsley worked his way between her thighs, his large body forcing Tonks to spread them wide as he grasped his shaft and positioned the head of his organ against her her heat. He hissed at how hot she was.

Tonks let out a moaning curse as Kingsley’s huge black cock penetrated her, the wizard groaning deeply as her tightness closed over him, hot, wet and welcoming.

“Damn, Tonks,” he breathed, covering her mouth with another searing kiss, then his strong body bunched for a moment and he wrapped his large hands around her throat, the witch gasping with excitement before the Auror gave her one of the best and most brutal rides of her life…

The attack on the Death Eaters that night was a smashing success.
 

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