Chapter 4: Search Party Downfall

A few days later…

After what had happened, it was clear that the pleasure was enough to cause her mind to crumble.

Luna was lying in a bed of mucus at a spot of the cave, who was being raped with a voice strong enough to make one wonder whether it was trying to break her body along with her mind. Small pieces of black cloth lay all over the ground.

However, she was refined with the still ever so gentle caresses, just as how she normal human self should have been.

The word is should have but she was now a slave to this creature. A mere breeding tool to be cultivated soon.

In any case, the reason behind being so gentle towards her likely wasn't the slime's intention.

However, it hadn't intended to treat this mage too intensely even if that weren't the case. Her body was small and short and was correspondingly fragile. She would die too easily if it decides to do rough things with her.

As her cloth have been ripped to shreds, there was almost nothing to cover the witch's naked thin body. Luna's erect nipples that had already grown into the size of tootsie rolls were smeared with red mucus, reflecting the small amount of sunlight that shone into the cave. Her budding breasts were groped in a manner such that it wouldn't be painful, gradually turning into a sexual stimulation.

Neither of her hands were restrained as she endured the gentle stimulation by clutching her mucus bedding.

"Hah… Hah…"

Drool spilling from her tightly closed mouth, Luna's heavy nasal breathing told the slime that its activities were causing her to pant heavily. But she made no attempts to cease the creature's actions.

Her smooth chest rose and fell relentlessly, her thin waist moving left and right. Despite moving her bottom against the mucus bedding, the sensation was so light that she couldn't stimulate herself further from it.

Though even so, Luna's body that could be called unsuited for her age had wound up begging for more extreme excitement in any way possible

"Harry… this is…"

After the girl's virginity was given to Nigel, when he had his sperm stolen away by the red slime, Luna's mind broke completely.

Recognising the slime that had eaten and digested her beloved as Harry Potter, what she saw wasn't a red ooze, but her dear beloved having sex and pleasuring her.

To her, the slime's tentacles appeared as Harry's hand, finger, or even his penis. Her whole body was licked by the mucus, his tongue. Her whole body was caressed by an infinite number of his hands. She mistook the gentle caresses that took her frail body into consideration for Harry's loving touch.

With this, Luna had avoided the matter of Nigel's death. Or the fact she was still alive and in the cave, still being pleasured by this slime.

Nigel's experiences and knowledge truly were alive inside the red ooze. His sexual experience as a male. It also knew what kind of witch Luna was, given how long it have been with her.

Quite like a massage, it continued rubbing her small breasts, her soft belly, her tender arms, and her thin legs.

Sliding around due to the mucus, Luna gilded back and forth on the slime bed. Her silvery hair that had been put up into a ponytail on the left side of her head clung to her cheeks and was nibbled by her lips. It was a great sight to see to any man if they were present.

Reminiscent of a doll, her beautiful once dreamy face had its eyes closed tightly as though to withstand something. Despite her heartrending expression appearing as though she was begging for pleasure, the red slime simply continued on with massaging her without caring anything in the least.

The tentacles massaging her arms moved to her armpits, the ones massaging her calves to her thighs. The tentacles rubbing her breasts moved as though to be affectionate, the ones stroking her stomach moved as though to poke at her tiny navel.

The stimulation had gotten a little stronger, but it was still absolutely not enough to bring her to climaxing.

But to do it with her own fingers, that was too shameful for the girl. Her white cheeks blushed a bright red, the woman kept her eyes closed as though to show some resistance to her maliciously playful Harry Potter. But she made no clear attempts to do it.

Her mind lacking information from her eyes, she could hear the sound of the slime's mucus rubbing over her and feel the tentacles' soft caress quite clearly.

Luna placed one of her hand over her stomach, which was now slightly bulging after being in the cave for a few days. It started to show since yesterday.

She was going to have to take care of something she and the slime have made together. Her thought of having children with her beloved excites her. Never she would ever dream that it would be this soon that she would be a mother.

"Harry, let's make lots of children alright?" Ever the smooth and tender voice Luna made between her pleasured breath.

The slime obviously cannot speak but in her broken mind, Harry replied with a resounding yes.

Luna Lovegood would be staying there for as long she would live, while giving birth to the new generation of slime monsters to this world.

The woman introduced herself as Hermione Granger.

With her brown hair flowing down to her waist, swaying gently, her bright brown eyes the colour of nature instilled viewers with the sense of her strong will. She wore a red robe with a white undershirt, shouldering a bag where she carried her items. Her legs couldn't be seen due to her thick pair of pants and boots, but just the sight of her thin waist and lavish breasts attracted the gazes of men.

Unlike friends of Harry such as Luna, Hermione generally won among girls in the chest department. She have well-developed bosom that could be thought of as two melons crammed away reacted slightly with every action she took, swaying affluently. Packed inside of the undershirt she used as a replacement for underwear, her bust was beyond rich. When she reached her hand into the thick robe characteristic of mages, her cleavage peeked through the top of her undershirt. Not only that, given its white and the thinness of the fabric, any men who gazed upon her chest would able to lightly see 2 small pink tips protruding out of the shirt.

A wonderfully striking beauty being a witch. This was the woman named Hermione, one of the closest friend of The Boy Who Lived.

Fortunately most of the villagers were old men and women. If they were younger, they could find her attractive but these people were past their prime.

There was a timid young man of around the same age behind her, as well as a strong-willed looking youth that seemed a little older than the other two.

The timid young man was introduced as Carl, the strong-willed man introducing himself as Red. They both wore thick clothes under their leather chest, elbow, and knee protectors. Even though they are magic users too, given the adventures they gone through, they found it essential to wear these to protect themselves.

Their atmosphere felt like they had some composure about them so the villagers of Hogsmeade felt relieved.

"Hmm, I understand."

The village's old men spoke to Hermione's group about what happened to the village before they arrived and requested their help.

On the past several weeks, they had constantly had their livestock stolen. The culprit was cunning, able to avoid all of their traps. The animals disappeared without so much as a sound, so even if they kept vigil day and knight and kept watch over their shelters, they could not find the criminal. It's affecting their livelihood badly. The first person to accept the job, Luna Lovegood, had disappeared for several days.

"We going to accept it?"

Red spoke.

"Well of course, Red," Hermione spoke with slight sarcasm. "That's why we come here."

Red didn't notice the tone Hermione used.

As to why Hermione was out here and not with her husband Ron Weasley, was because she wanted to stay away from the house that she lived and avoid facing with Ron. Their marriage wasn't… stable.

Hermione found out secretly that Ron been cheating on her with several women after they married and therefore she herself, wanting to get away from all this went off to do the same herself. The only reason they were together was for their sake of their children, which they still loved dearly. But there was no more love between them, Their sexual relationship have now disappeared and she found it hard to control her womanly desires as days gone by. Thus, she ended up often going out to do any activities with men such as the party she have at the moment.

After all, it was not as if she wasn't enjoying the attention she got. The body she owned, something Hermione used to by shy about, now she knows how well to make use of it to attract the gaze of men to satisfy herself.

Hearing her friend being missing in this village, Hermione set to go out and find Luna immediately.

"We'll set out tomorrow. Let's sleep somewhere around here," Hermione turned her body around to them.

Seeing both men blush slightly with the melons bouncing due to the fast turn, they agreed without hesitation.

At a certain inn.

"This really taste good!" Red said loudly, seeping greedily.

"Oi Red, slow down," the quieter Carl pointed out. "You don't want to get drunk right before our job!"

"It's fine it's fine. It's the night after all. What do you say, Madam?" Red continued to talk loudly in the inn, turning to the female of the group.

Hermione agreed, inclining her glass. She wasn't as vigorous in drinking it as Red, slowly swallowing a single gulp.

She had long since taken off the red robe she wore during their travel, wearing just the white undershirt on the upper half of her body. She inclined her glass back, taking another drink of the beer. This mere gesture was enough to softly jolt the rich melons on her chest. Now anyone could also see the 2 faint pink tips that was slightly protruding out of her shirt.

Red, while making sure he could see the sight, drank from his glass as well so that he wouldn't be noticed.

But for her to put so much effort into her action, it was easy to understand that Hermione herself was simply showing off.

This woman was confident in her figure, doing something like this often. She had the habit of enjoying the reactions her travelling companions had when she teased them. It wasn't like they had been together for a long time, but these two travelling companions the beautiful mage travelled with, she understood what kind of people Red and Carl were.

Red, a dirty-minded man that left everything to strength and muscle, though not enough to be called a savage.

Carl, a thoughtful and prudent man that was so shy he was unable to put what he wanted on the table.

And then the only female in the group, Hermione Granger, a woman who understood her beauty enough to use it as a weapon.

Hermione knew very well what Red meant by that sentence. But tonight was not the night to do this. She cannot enjoy herself while her friend was missing out there, maybe have already been killed.

In other words, Hermione was still able to control herself and have some dignity and respect about the situation she's in.

"Although you are right Red, we have important things to do tomorrow so I don't want to tire myself out."

Red looked disappointed for a bit but regained his smile quickly.

"We ought to be cautious." Carl said seriously. "We don't know what will happen, so it's better to not relax, right?"

"Seriously. Our target is probably some normal monster you know? You're just worrying too much."

Carl looked at the younger man at disbelief. Is sex and strength was all he have in his mind?

"Well then. His worrying is justified, so how about we get to sleep early?" Hermione said lightly.

Carl agreed while Red sighed in obvious pure sadness in his luck. The young man quickly finished his drink and the trio stood up from their table, going to their rooms to rest for the night

"It seems we are getting closer now."

Saying that in a lively voice, Hermione, once again clothed in her robe outfit, was walking up a long used animal trail. Carl was in front of her with Red following up in the back, walking as though to protect her.

Due to their characters, despite Carl being nervous, the other two had a carefree feeling about them.

"It's a good day. I'm a bit surprised we are able to find the trail so fast."

Taking a deep breath, Hermione stretched by arching her body back, enjoying the cool air of nature.

Carl didn't notice, but Red was in the back to peep at her from nearby. He could see the well developed breast swayed ever so slightly with the movement.

She was obviously showing of to lure him. Although he didn't mind being backed up from the long journey, he stealthily looked at her puffs. For that, the woman also felt the same, not minding it. She could feel him staring at her, continuing the walk with her back arched and hands behind her head.

Her lavish breasts waved as though undulating, a pleasant thrill for her. Feeling the man's gaze pierce her from behind further provoked Hermione's pride. It was her source of pride ever since she started to enjoy doing this.

Satisfied with the slight stimulation, Hermione's mouth slackened.

"I wonder though what could have happened to Luna. Isn't she one of the best of your friends you know Hermione?" Red asked, his eyes still not moving from where he was staring.

"She is definitely good with magic. I wonder myself too. I just hope nothing had happened to her and it's simply she taking her time to find whatever this creature is."

Hermione was extremely worried about her close friend. After all, knowing Luna's occupation and the fact she went mostly with strangers, this was not the first time it happened. But since it also affected the villager's lives, there was no time to normally wait.

Continuing to walk for a while and considering things like that, the tunnel that was their goal came into view.

Not to mention the wild hares that were missing, they hadn't seen any wild dogs either.

And there were no traces of any fights between animals.

The entrance to the abandoned cave was quiet, there was a calmness to it.

Now that there wasn't even a single wild animal here, it was somehow odd.

They noticed the several tracks that led to a certain cave.

Hermione bent down besides Carl.

Given Carl's taller height, he could clearly see the deep valley presented to him and the chest that shook slightly in front of Carl's eyes, causing him to blush. Yet Hermione pretended to not notice.

"It leads into the cave."

"Then they probably went inside yeah?"

Red smiled happily, placing his hand on the wand at his small pouch around his waist. His ready for whatever action this day, so he can show off and impress this girl.

"Yes. But look at this," Carl pointed out, trying hard to concentrate.

"There are 2 set of tracks going in, but only 1 going out. It seems either they found another exit or they never left this place at all. Quite worrying."

Carl's words had no carelessness or self-conceit in them. Carl was timid. However, being timid was a good thing in this kind of situation. Because he's timid, he could see everything calmly. He never let down his guard and could stop moving the instant he felt even the tiniest trace of danger, it could even be called a talent.

Hermione agreed. "I think… we have to be more careful and take extra precaution."

Red grumbling in optimism, Hermione and Carl moved behind a rock into the blind spot from the cave's entrance. Red hid behind a rock on the other side of the entrance.

Placing themselves so that they could cover each other, there were no blind spots. Since there was the possibility that the person would leave from the abandoned mine as well, while staying ever-vigilant of their surroundings, the three waited out the night.

Only then, they would go inside and faced whatever monster that have trapped Luna and her companion's.

If this place weren't a mountain where trees grew in abundance, Hermione's victory very likely would have been all but guaranteed. Even if she cut it with wind magic or tore it apart or crushed it with a boulder after lifting it up with that spell, the slime wouldn't die. She heard of this creature's weakness against fire spells. At worst, even if she had to burn the entire area, she needed to burn the slime to death.

But the place they were at make the group reluctant to use.

Not the situation was going for the worse.

Nevertheless, these monsters were the enemies of mankind. They had to be defeated, not things that could be left alive. Not bothering to conceal her murderous intent, she readied her wand with everyone else.

"Red! Red!"

Hermione called for her companion that should have been hiding himself on the other side of the rock. However, there was no answer. She wondered why, but she had no method to check. While confronting the dark-colored slime, she looked towards the unmoving Carl.

Carl was, little by little, incredibly slowly, being dragged into the slime.

"Carl, what are you doing!?"

"My body, I can't move…"

Carl raised his voice. However, his body started going into convulsions and wouldn't listen to what he wanted it to do. From the looks of it, he was obviously poisoned. Was it a fatal one, or just something that deprived movement?

While thinking that, Hermione invoked her magic. Without an incantation, she created a simple wind magic and severed the slime's tentacle. (A/N: No wind magic of such exist in official Harry Potter so no incantations)

However, this time it recombined the moment it was cut, so she wasn't even able to buy time.

Hermione clicked her tongue. Of all situations she had to dealt with, it was this. And real-time combat was not always like how she read books. It just take way too much energy and thinking.

Then, she noticed it. She was closer to the slime now than a moment before. In the dark of the night, there was a face in its body, faintly illuminated by the moon. It was a body. A body whose upper and lower halves had divided into two.

"Re… d..."

Red had been taken into the red ooze. Noticing that fact this late, the woman trembled. She had cut its body in two. The first thing she did was shook a wind magic… cutting in half with her magic.

"I did… that…?"

Hermione covered her face, fighting the urge to panic and cry.

"No… No… I didn't kill him…"

Comprehending what she did, she edged back, forgetting about Carl.

However, after several steps, Hermione stopped. Even if both were dead, her main objective of finding Luna was not done.

Should she test fire magic in this tunnel? Even if she braced herself, it wouldn't change the fact that she killed a companion. And there was the unidentified poison that the red slime used.

Hermione clicked her tongue in frustration.

The witch glared at it for some time. The paralytic poison circulated through Carl's body while Hermione was frozen, he was having trouble speaking for some time. Unable to resist, his feet were finally absorbed by its soft body.

Hermione step up. She cannot let the panic to overcome her. Luna might be somewhere in this cave.

Like that, the witch ran up and stumbled along something on the way. Under the cover of night, a part of the slime that was detached seized the woman's boots.

Taking a posture that would keep her from falling onto her face, she lost sight of the red ooze.

Normally, the best way to kill a slime was to burn it and everything around it, but Hermione was being cautious to ensure it was not a big spell.

"Incend-"

Before she had a chance, a tentacle clad in paralytic poison seized her right hand.

Its concentration was the same amount it used on Carl. Although its effects didn't appear immediately, it should be able to paralyze the woman while leaving her senses. It didn't sense any fear from Hermione's expression as she stared at it. For this unyielding woman, she felt more angry than afraid.

Hermione used the same fire spell 3 times, all small one, as her strength was around halfway drained. To have enough heat to kill the slime in a single hit, she would have to use an even stronger and bigger spell. But she did not dare to do it.

She let out a breath.

Focusing her concentration on her wand, it was difficult and her breathing came out unnaturally rough. Perhaps due to the fight's agitation, her motives were also extreme.

Hermione threw the approaching red ooze out of her consciousness, breathing deeply and concentrating.

"Eh…? What is going on?"

Hermione felt a sense of incongruity, letting out a voice of surprise.

The woman's left hand felt strangely dull. She moved it into her line of sight in a panic, but it certainly was still there. However, her fingers wouldn't move. When she tried, she would feel sharp pains. Next she felt something out of place with her right hand as well, but she didn't have the time to pay attention to that right now. With this, Hermione finally realised why Carl didn't seem to be able to resist.

This poison was a paralytic poison. Soon, she would be just like Carl, unable to move at all and slowly suffer from pain of being eaten and absorbed whole.

Hermione had to remove the slime as soon as possible. Before she lost all movement and controls to her body. She have to-

"Nn."

Suddenly, she let out an unbecoming voice.

"Nn, hii—"

Hermione felt a heat running along her arm. When she opened her eyes in a panic, the slime had went along her arm to invade her clothing. It went from her wrist, along her upper arm and into her clothing, moreover looping around her shoulder and armpit. Although she couldn't see it directly due to her clothes, the feeling of the slimy liquid going into the undershirt she wore under her clothing was gross.

Why am I not feeling pain? W-what is this hot feeling?!

Hermione concentration instantly shattering, her thoughts were thrown into disorder. She read from the books and knew what that slimes would absorb humans, but she didn't understand why it would invade her clothing. There was no such recorded behaviours of this slime creature.

While not understanding, Hermione tried to violently free her arm when she noticed that she couldn't move it.

The poison already spread this fast?

Although her arm couldn't move, it could be said that it was even more sensitive now.

She felt something that no normal human could feel.

It was something a simple caress across could make her feel this much pleasure.

Naturally, Hermione wasn't a virgin.

Therefore, she was at a loss.

Just from her arm gently being brushed, her body completely gave out.