A couple months later and Draco Malfoy, with the help of one Hermione Granger, had actually become quite the muggle. He had grown accustomed to looking up muggle information on this thing called a computer or making his bed wandlessly when Astoria was away. More surprising was that Draco found he was actually enjoying it, there was something so satisfying, he thought, about doing things the muggle way (not that he would ever admit that to anyone).
On this particular Wednesday morning, Wilby's day off, Hermione decided to try her luck at teaching Draco how to cook breakfast. It was going…comically.
"Fuck me," Draco cursed as he burned his hand on the pan, for the eighth time.
"Not until you've cooked these pancakes to perfection," Hermione said flirtatiously. She brought his searing thumb into her mouth and sucked on it to ease the pain. He groaned, staring into her big brown eyes.
"Tease," he pouted. Her sucking did a little too good of a job of making him feel better. There was a distinct and incessant stirring in his trousers.
She smiled at him, coming up behind him and wrapping her arms about his waist. She ran her hands down his arms and began to manipulate them as if he were her puppet.
"Now let's try this again from the beginning," she said in a very professorial tone. "What do you do first?"
Draco rolled his eyes, decidedly done with this whole muggle cooking thing. But one look up the woman instructing him and he knew it was all worth it. He was beginning to find that there was a long, long list of things he would endure for the witch. Endure to fuck the witch, that is. This was only about sex…and muggle welfare, of course.
"Mix the ingredients in the bowl," he recited, "one egg, ¾ cups water, a tablespoon of oil and a cup of mix." She rewarded him by kissing him on the neck, which proved to be more of a distraction than anything. "That part's easy," he said, "it's just like potions. It's the bloody flip that kills me every time."
"Go on," she couched, "stop being shut a baby." Draco shrugged her off him. Draco Malfoy – a baby? He felt is nose wrinkle and mouth curl down into a pout. In retrospect, Draco was fully aware that this did not help his case. In the moment, however –
"I'll do it myself. You just sit that pretty arse of yours down and watch a master at work." Hermione chuckled, gods he loved that sound. Her arms landed on her hips and she looked at him with pure challenge in her eyes.
"Alright, Master, let's just see you keep it in the pan this time." Fucking Gryffindor. He'd show her. He straightened, giving her a defiant smile.
He turned to the pan, spatula in hand, ready to do the impossible or be mortified in the process. His eyes narrowed in concentration, come on, he thought, if I don't get this right, she'll never let me live it down.
His blonde fringe fell before his face, sweat dotting his hairline. One. Powerful. Inhale. FLIP! It landed in the pan with a sizzle. He looked at the golden brown perfection like it was the most beautiful thing he'd seen in his life.
Hermione clapped and cheered for Draco's victory, as one successful flip turned into two, then three. Then, he got cocky, as he often does.
"Hold this, love." Draco tossed the spatula to Hermione, intending to flip his next pancake with only the pan.
"Draco," Hermione began, looking at him like she didn't think he could do it. "I don't think that is a g –"
He was already doing it. Well, he was already doing something. If the 'it' in that previous sentence was referring to a pancake going up in the air and landing smoothly in the pan then Draco had certainly not done 'it.' He had, however, successfully taken a steamy, gooey, half-made pancake to the face. Draco was not pleased.
Hermione, on the other hand, thought her heart would fall out of her chest, she was laughing so hard.
"Alright, alright, give it a rest," Draco said turning a bit red. Hermione wiped tears out of her eyes, walking up to Draco with a mock-sympathetic look on her face.
"Not on your life, Malfoy," she said with another round of laughs. She flicked the remainder of pancake off his face, drawing a heart in the leftover batter on his cheek. She wrote the word 'muggles' in the center. Draco grinned at her when he saw she was wobbling on her tiptoes to reach him. "There. All done," she said. Draco pulled her body into his, wrapping his arms around her lower back. Hermione giggled, dipping her battered finger into her mouth and tasting his handy work.
"Could use some vanilla," she said cheekily.
"Oh yeah," he picked up the whipped cream from on the counter and sprayed it all over Hermione's face. She let out huge, shocked, gasp. She stared at him with a 'you'll regret that' kind of look in her eyes as she leapt on him, legs wrapping around his waist. She spread the whipped cream residue on his face in return. Draco recoiled at the sugary combination of batter and whipped cream on his face.
Draco sat Hermione on the island in the middle of his kitchen, positioning his body between her pajama clad legs. Their bodies knew each other's now, worked off impulse rather than voluntary action. Her thighs squeezed at his hips as her hand grabbed tightly strands of white-blonde hair. Draco licked whipped cream from her chin to her cheek.
Hermione placed her hand on either side of his face to keep him still. She leaned in as if she were about to kiss him. Draco's mouth fell open to receive her but she merely flicked her tongue along his own, stealing whatever cream was left. Draco's cock twitched at Hermione's center in response. He always wanted her so bad. Salazar, he always wanted her. He rolled himself against her slit, making her moan into his mouth.
Hermione's sex drive had increased at an alarming rate since being at the manor. She found herself being turned on by the most mundane things. Draco moving her hair behind her ear or in the simple case of him using her first name. Needless to say, the very un-mundane way he was touching her now was making her so hot, the whipped cream began to melt.
"Permission to use magic, Miss Granger," Draco asked barley above a whisper. Warm heat went down her body, making shudder.
"You may do whatever you want with that wand of yours," she replied. He pulled away a bit, pulling out his wand from his back pocket and tapping it on her night shirt, it disappeared.
"Anything?" he asked mischievously tapping at her pants, then her nickers underneath. A nude, and slightly pink, Hermione, responded with a nervous nod of her head. Hermione watched Draco's eyes comb over her with lust at the possibilities, he looked like he wanted to rip her apart, or eat her alive. Hermione wasn't quite sure which she wanted more. Her nipples hardened beneath his gaze.
"Lay down one the island, arms and legs a part," he instructed. Hermione did as she was told, shivering a little at the cold, hard marble top against her warm skin.
With a flick of Draco's wand, long, sticky ropes of red lickerish bound each wrist and ankle to the four corners of the island.
"Nice touch," Hermione said, pulling a little to test her restraints. "Did you come up this yourself?"
"I'm sure I'm not the first to do it," he said, "but I did just think of it – yes."
"What was your base spell?" she questioned, curious. Draco looked down at the witch, shaking his head.
"Only you would be talking about the technical aspects of magic right now." Hermione blushed, it had been an impressive charm, after all. With another wave of Draco's wand, a candied blindfold covered her eyes like a sleeping mask, leaving Hermione immobile and without sight. Her heart began to race. She subconsciously wiggled against her ties.
"You a bit nervous there, Hermione?" Gods, she thought, there he was again, saying her name in that smooth sultry voice of his. "You trust me," he asked right next to her ear.
Goosebumps spread across her whole body. She had no idea how wonderful everything would feel when she couldn't see it was coming. How reactive and responsive her body would have to be to make up for the loss of that dependable sense. She felt his lips press against her, felt his hard, naked form atop her. His tongue was warm and tasted like sweet, milk chocolate. She suckled on it, moaning into his waiting mouth.
Next, something that felt like thick, hot liquid drizzled over her lips and down her neck. It was the same chocolate from Draco's tongue. She hissed as it burned her skin, but there was no real pain. Certainly not when Draco's soft, practiced tongue worked to remove it. He licked a long line up her neck, over her lips to where the syrup ended. Hermione's insides did summersaults, her pussy bare, open and untouched, undoubtedly leaking onto the countertop.
When the scalding syrup landed on the tips of her sensitive nipples, Hermione actually lurched off the table with a pleasured whimper. It drizzled onto her areolas and down the expanse of her breasts. She could feel him working them with his hands, each dancing across her tits and massaging the hot liquid into them.
"that feels good," Hermione hummed.
He was slow and torturous about clearing them off, though. He would do a quick swipe with his tongue, wait, then swipe again. He varied his pace, for the only purpose of, Hermione was sure, driving her absolutely mad.
After what seemed like half an hour of this, her whole body shook with need. Her chest lurching upwards at every loss of contact.
"Ahh!" She droned as she felt more syrup glide across her nipples, this time there was no holding back, lips smoothed around one of her chocolate-covered buds and sucked hard. Hermione felt another type of liquid spill from within her.
"Oh Draco!" sounded low in her throat as he took the other nipple in his mouth, lightly chewing it as if it were candy. As if what he was doing wasn't making her hips squirm and jerk against the lickerish. "You…h-h-have to touch me. Please!" She pleaded. Her lower abdomen feeling like it was about to explode. Warm spirals of pleasure swirled through her cunt and through the rest of her body.
She heard Draco chuckle, she pictured that classic smirk of his and moaned. She nibbled on her chocolate tinted lower lip.
"Wow, Granger you are so wet. You're pussy's practically sparkling for me." She felt a hand spread her lower lips apart until her swollen clit poked out from the hood. It took all of Hermione's will power to control the pleasure rolling through her. But when drip by drip, syrup landed on her clit, she couldn't take it. Her legs thrashed painfully against the restraints and her moans turned to high pitched squeals.
"holy… fuck shit! Oh GODS!" Hermione cried as his tongue circled her clit. "huh HUH. I'm coming… I'm mmmm." Everything Hermione was holding in released with an intense wave but Draco was not nearly done, she felt the hot liquid being poured down her cavern. He sucked at it, lapping up the mess he'd just made as he rubbed furiously at her bundle of nerves with the base of his palm. When more syrup was poured inside her, its heat hit her G-spot sending her into another climax, more intense than the first. "OH…MY…HUH." Her muscles locked as her body fought to be free from its hold. "Fuck me," she commanded.
"That good, eh?" Draco said cockily.
"No, you idiot, release and fuck me – now," Hermione barked, short of breath.
"Oh," Draco said giddily cluing in. He leaned down and pealed the blindfold from over her eyes. "How you doing, sweetheart."
"I swear to Merlin, Draco, if you don't hurry up!"
He chuckled, releasing her from her candy bindings. Hermione leapt on him, sinking herself onto his waiting cock. Draco exhaled with a relieved sigh. He had yet to get off, after all, and he was certainly feeling the pain of that neglect. After a few short thrust from Hermione, however, all was forgotten and enjoyed.
"Give… me… your…wand?" Hermione said.
Draco raised a suspicious eyebrow at her, he didn't much like the idea of being separated from his wand, particularly since the war. Hermione grinned, slowing her pace as she rode him, the sudden change in speed was killing the man below her. She used his shoulders to hoist herself up, circling her opening lightly over the head of his twitching member. He hissed, looking up to the ceiling.
"What's the matter, Drakie?" Hermione asked innocently. "You don't trust me with your wand."
"Fuck it," Draco said, giving into desire over his better judgement. He reached around himself and handed her the wand with a warning stare. She sunk herself onto him again with wondrous sigh. She trailed the wand up Draco's sculpted abs leaving a line of chocolate in her wake. Draco groaned as he watched the woman lick his abdomen. She came up to his ear. Two more thrusts.
"You want a taste," she whispered. Draco could only nod. She brought their mouths together again, sharing the taste of the sweet treat. She picked up the pace, making sure she hit her most sensitive spot with every thrust.
She rose his wand in the air and hot chocolate rained done on their bodies as they fucked. She tilted her body back, placing her hands on the island and sticking her chest out so that Draco could see the chocolate roll down her body with every thrust. The change is angle made her clit graze his shaft with each movement. She had to go faster, harder, she couldn't control herself anymore.
"Fuck, Hermione, you feel so good!" She was so close, she tried to hold out as long as possible but she was so sensitive that with three more perfectly placed thrusts, she wrapped her legs around his hips and came with a scream.
Draco, hit with the sight and sensation of Hermione's climax, followed quickly behind. He pulled her back up to meet him, kissing her passionately. The kiss felt intense, like butterflies had taken the place of his vital organs. He felt like he never wanted to stop kissing her, never wanted to let go of her chocolate drenched curls, never wanted to be split apart from her beautiful nakedness.
"What the hell!" Came a sharp tone from behind Draco. With deep regret, he separated from Hermione and saw that it was his wife in the doorway.
Hermione, for her part, tried to look at Astoria as defiantly as she possibly could whilst waving Draco's wand to stop the chocolate rain.
Hermione and the Mrs. Didn't have the best of relationships, or really a relationship at all, more like an unspoken battle of sneers and quips. Today, Astoria was wearing a set of tight burgundy Witch's robes and her long silky waves fluffed neatly over each shoulder. Hermione suddenly felt very embarrassed to be covered in chocolate at 10am.
"Tori, I completely forgot you were coming home today." Draco said with a smile, though, Hermione noted, he did not get up to greet her as he usually did. She smirked at the thought.
"Clearly," Astoria responded crisply. Hermione followed Astoria's eyes around the kitchen. It looked like honey dukes exploded. "What prompted the destruction of my kitchen, Draco?"
"Oh, Mione was teaching me how to cook the muggle way and we got a little carried away."
"Why on earth would you do that?" She said, as if she didn't recognize the man before her.
"She thought that it would be good for me to start to learn how muggles live if I was going to be working so closely with them in the future," Draco said lightly, obviously not picking up on his wife's tone. Men, Hermione huffed.
"Ah," Astoria tiptoed judgmentally around the syrup speckled floor to pick up one of Draco's pancakes from the plate. She handled it like it was a rat she found in her bed. She tossed it away, wiping her hands together to rid herself of its memory. "Wasn't that fortuitous of you, Mione. I have to say, I'm a bit impressed. I can't get him in here to cook with magic. Though, perhaps it was my lack of chocolate covering that made my argument less convincing." Astoria grinned.
She approached Hermione with a warning look in her eye and licked a line of chocolate off Hermione's chest. Hermione was so astounded that she forgot to glare.
"Come Drake," Astoria said, "my trip was awful. I had to behave myself the whole time. I want to be bad." Draco smiled at his wife, giving her a very chocolatey kiss.
"Your pet is in her chambers, my love. I wish I could fulfil the need but Hermione and I really should get some work done today," he said.
"Ah – yes, my pet," Astoria said a bit taken aback. Hermione had the sneaking suspicion that Astoria had never been turned down in her life. "I'll see you later, then?" She asked trying to keep her cool but Hermione could tell she was on the edge of blasting Draco's bollocks off.
"As soon as we're finished, I'm all yours," he agreed.
"You are always all mine, Draco," she bit back, "I am simply kind enough to share. Remember that." She turned to leave with a little extra sway in her hip to try and entice her distracted husband.
She was fuming, her hands clasped in such an intense fist that her nails threatened to slice her palm. Had he forgotten who she was, had a brief stint with blindness she was unaware of?
"Of course, my sweet," Draco called after her. "You are my world, my everything." She twitched at his praises. Something irked her about them, it was like they were practiced – habitual rather than genuine.
Astoria's growls echoed all throughout the manor as she stomped up the stairs to find her pet. She sounded more like a feral animal then the high class woman she was, but she couldn't give two chocolate shits. Miss manners would be very displeased, indeed.
She barged into the Mistress's sitting room announcing, "Pet, I have returned!" only to find that the only witch in the room was a half sleep, Angelina.
The quidditch pro, exhausted from another evening of mummy duties, grumbled something along the lines of 'in there,' and pointed to the door. Astoria continued on in pursuit of Luna. And boy did she find what she was looking for. On the large bed that the four mistresses shared was Ginny Weasley fucking Luna, her pet, with a strap-on. Astoria could hardly believe her eyes… or ears, for that matter.
"You like that?" she heard the redhead taunt. Astoria's lips pursed, her eyes bulged.
"Oh yes, more, more," Came the sweet, high pitched beg of Astoria's pet. Usually that sound made her nickers drench within seconds, but usually that sound was intended for her.
"You better not come," Astoria said in a menacing tone, "or things will be way worse for you." Ginny leapt off Luna, catching her breath.
"Yeah," Ginny said. She looked at the death glare in Astoria's eyes. "I'm gonna go."
"I knew you were smart, Weasley," Astoria said. Despite herself, she couldn't take her eyes away from the gorgeous redhead's body in that strap on. The way the black leather wrapped around her pale, freckled flesh, squeezing her toned arse. "Perhaps I should have you today instead," Astoria said, "since my pet seems to have forgotten what's good for her."
"No Mistress," Luna began. "I'm sorry. I assumed you'd be with your husband as you usually are on your days of return."
"Yeeeaaaah, I really think I should go," Ginny said as she edged her way out the door.
"You've obviously assumed wrong," Astoria bellowed. "You will be punished. Come here. Now." Luna stumbled off the bed, grabbing her nightgown. Astoria hit the article of clothing with a shrinking spell, making the garment utterly unwearable. With another quick swish, Luna was collared and on her knees before her Mistress. Luna began to kiss a line up her leg but Astoria kicked her off, undoubtedly bruising her petite, naked form. Astoria yanked on the collar, pulling her pet behind her as she walked. When they walked into the sitting room Ginny was, unsuccessfully, trying to seduce Angelina out of her sleep.
"Bloody Hell," Angelina said, wide awake upon seeing Luna naked and leashed like a dog.
"Hot," Ginny added.
Luna tried not to look at them as her cheeks turned pink with embarrassment. The mortification only continued as Astoria walked her around the entire house in such a fashion, passed the Wizards landscaping the yard, passed the fairies Luna often talked to in the gardens. And last, past Draco and Hermione cleaning the kitchen. Luna's head fell as she heard Hermione yell, "Respect yourself," as they went by. Worse than the humiliation, was the unbearable pain developing from crawling on her knees that long.
"Please Mistress, may I stand," Luna asked looking down at the steps that lead to the dungeon with preemptive discomfort.
"You may walk on your hands and feet, you pathetic little whore," Astoria spat.
"Thank you, Mistress," Luna said as she fumbled her way down the stairs.
The Manor's dungeon used to be jail cells and home to various dark magic paraphernalia that haunted Draco in his sleep, but now it had been completely redone to look more like a torture chamber. One that only willing participants took park in, of course.
Astoria slammed Luna's cheek down on the metal table in the center of the room, 'well, my knees don't hurt so badly anymore' Luna thought referring to the pain in her jaw bone.
"Why are we here?" Astoria asked harshly. Luna thought her rage sounded more genuine than their usual play, but she dare not comment on it.
"Because you found me with Ginny," Luna stated.
"Who is Ginny?" Astoria punctuated her question with a hard slap on Luna's inner thigh.
"She is no one Mistress. She is my best friend and nothing more to me." Luna whined as she continued to be slapped; ass, stomach, face, cunt. Luna whimpered and felt her arousal run down her leg.
"Are you enjoying this, slut? This is a punishment, you filthy little masochist." Astoria pressed Luna's head further into the table, making it almost impossible to speak.
"No…Mitis," Luna struggled to get out. The small witch thought her jaw might break. Astoria loosened her hold.
"Good." Astoria yanked Luna up by her collar and brought her to the flogging station. Luna looked up at the long, tan ropes attached to the ceiling and a familiar thrill ran through her. With a wave of her Mistress' wand, Luna's wrists were bound by the scratchy material. Her arms were pulled upwards until her toes could barely graze the floor. Sharp pains developed in her shoulders the longer she was suspended.
"How does it feel, Pet?"
"Great. Thank you, Mistress," Luna said at the edge of her voice. Her arms shook with the exertion, but when Astoria brought a bamboo stick down the nape of her neck all Luna felt was the warm, stirring sensation of her growing arousal. Wack, came the bamboo on her right arm. Luna whimpered as she struggled to right herself on her toes.
"You sure it feels great?" Wack, on her lower back. Luna swung forward almost losing her balance. She winced, the pain in her shoulder almost unbearable. Sweat prickled Luna's body as she found, for the first time, that she was actually a bit scared of the woman dragging the stick along her inner thigh. Generally their sessions consisted of an unspoken affection for one another. But this witch did not feel like Astoria, did not look at her the way her Mistress usually did and Luna had a sneaking suspicion it had nothing to do with Ginny.
"Is my Mistress alright?" Luna dared ask. "My apologies but you seem –"
"No, I am not ALRIGHT!" Astoria raged, her booming voice echoing throughout the dungeon. "I don't like other people touching my THINGS!" The bamboo stick wacked hard, back and forth, on either one of Luna's thighs, alternating with each unrelenting swipe. Luna screamed as she pulled against her restraints and red welts appeared where the bamboo had been. Luna, unable to handle the pain, or the needing in her core, pressed her thighs together.
Astoria smiled darkly at her, pointing her wand at herself. She'd transfigured her business robes into an impressive black lingerie set that made Luna's mouth water. Her eyes combed over the sheer lace bodice and the long expanse of her legs beneath her matching garter and thigh highs. The blonde's heart beat moved in rhythm to clink of her mistress' heals on the cold stone floor.
Astoria pressed her full, plump breasts to Luna's back, soothing her burning inner thighs with her palm until they opened again. Luna let out a chirp of a sigh. Astoria rubbed her chocolate tresses against Luna's cheek before she grabbed a handful of the blonde's hair and pulled it backward with a yank.
"Owe," Luna blurted, embarrassed that she'd chosen then, of all times, to release such a childish exclamation.
"Are you no longer enamored with me?" Astoria asked, licking up Luna's jaw. Luna wanted to adamantly protest, that that was the furthest thing from the truth, but Astoria bit down hard on the blonde's small pink lower lip and no words came.
"Mmmm," Luna moaned.
"Do you no longer wish to serve me?"
"Oh, I do Mistress, I do." Luna's body began to shake as Astoria's hand ventured between her folds, it felt almost too good – all that build up then to be touched so gentle. "Mistress your hands are like the sacred kiss of a fairy."
"Then why, my odd little pet, did you close your legs to me?" Her voice was harsh. She plunged three fingers into Luna's pussy without warning. "Are you too weak, is that it? I have no use for fragility!"
"I am not weak, Mistress. I am yours! You will find no other creature with greater devotion."
"We. Shall. See." Astoria whispered a spell into Luna's ear and all over her body, bits of her skin began to pinch; the heel of her foot, the skin over her hips and above her navel, a few on her breasts. Astoria snapped and luna's erect nipples twisted on command. The combined sensation made Luna croon. Her whole body ached but her Mistress's hand pumping deep within her dripping cunt made every ache feel euphoric.
"Wizzing waxspurts, that hurts so good, Mistress. Thank you Mistress!"
"I have a surprise for you, Pet. Open wide for me." Luna obeyed. As if she had any choice at this point not to obey. She needed to come and Astoria had memorized all the secret ways to get her there. The problem was, she was purposefully ignoring them.
Astoria slammed into Luna's pussy, rotating her fingers but refused to go near her G-spot. Astoria had also been avoiding Luna's swollen clit at all costs, accidently grazing it every view thrusts but only long enough to prolong the torture.
"Accio toys," Astoria said, pointing her wand to the ground. Suddenly, a hidden section of the dungeon's floor rose up and displayed an array of naughty gadgets. Luna's eyes went wide with anticipation.
Astoria removed her hand from Luna's sopping folds. Her pet let out loud groan of disapproval, the strain in her shoulders and the stings of the pinches returning with the loss of contact. Her chest rose and fell with every second that passed, her breath coming out in little wisps. If Astoria hadn't been so royally pissed off, she would have been hypnotized by the girl's perky tits. By the way her pink, pert nipples taunted her with their active response to her affections. She would have given into her need to be consumed by those sweet lips of hers. But Astoria had been wronged. And no one crossed Mrs. Malfoy – Nobody! She looked at her plethora of toys and selected a medium sized purple butt plug. She placed it between her cherry lips, sucking at it as if it were one of Luna's tits, starved for physical contact.
Luna shuttered at the thought, shuttered at the awaited feel of the plug inside her.
"Open wider, Pet." Astoria slapped Luna's sore inner thigh for punctuation. The further her legs went, the less support her toes had on the ground, the more her wrist were pulled skyward. But Luna obeyed with a hiss. Astoria rewarded her with a light kiss between her legs before she shoved the butt plug into her cunt.
"Oh," Luna hummed as she watched the purple toy get lost in her folds again and again. Luna tried not to speak, attempted to hold in her elated moans but it became too much as it started to hit the spot her mistress had been skillfully avoiding with her hands.
"Yes! Please…Oh me…Oh" Luna sang as her much awaited orgasm threatened to explode. Astoria yanked the plug out of her pulsing pussy just as Luna was about to find release. "Huh…no," Luna cried.
"What was that?" Astoria said threateningly. Luna clasped her mouth, to stop herself saying something she'd surly regret.
"Ttthank you, Mistress," she managed. Luna was so frustrated, she began trying to will herself to come by magic, but her wand was nowhere in sight and even she wasn't that skilled.
Astoria poked the smooth purple end, freshly lubed with Luna's juices, at her pet's cute puckered hole. She twirled it at the opening, playing with her pet before removing it all together. Astoria swore she heard Luna growl. She pressed the tip back to her anus again, pushing it inch by inch into the ring. Luna gushed with the slight discomfort, decidedly loving the feeling of being stretched but she dare not moan again. Yes, Luna kept her mouth shut as Astoria twisted the plug into her hole, as she pulled it out and pressed it in again, effectively giving her arse a good fucking. Luna chanced a few whimpers, loud ragged breaths that she'd go mad if she didn't release.
Luna barely noticed that the plug stayed stationary in her hole as she heard the gentle buzzing of a vibrator, her pussy pulsed with anticipation. Astoria rolled the device over her pet's pubic bone, the vibrations seeping, second hand, into her pussy and filled arsehole. Luna's hips thrust forward causing her to wobble and fall forward under her restraints.
"Stay still, Pet," Astoria commanded, a look of disappointment on her face.
"I am trying, Mistress," she said, desperately. Her small frame was covered in sweat from the exertion.
"Hmm," Astoria mused. She picked up her wand and did a sticking charm on Luna's feet. "Let's test it out shall we?" Astoria placed the vibrator directly on Luna's clit. Her body thrashed against the restraints as she screamed with delight. "Look at that – secure." Astoria removed the vibrator. Luna wailed. Her mistress put it back on. Luna's body leapt and jumped against the device.
"OOOH…please can I come, Mistress?"
"You can try," was all Astoria said as she, once again, took the vibrator away. Luna's legs shook on the edge, she was so far gone that even the slightest bit of air tickled her clit. Luna felt like she'd been ready for release for ages, never having gotten there in her time with Ginny earlier.
Astoria placed the vibrator on the circumference of Luna's opening this time, hinting at the sensation of being fucked then moved it to her clit once more. She rotated the vibe up and down, then in circular motions around her swollen clit.
"Yes…oh…mmm…Mistress… Oh fuck!" Luna cursed as Astoria pat her pussy with the vibrator. On, off, on, off, on, off until Luna got off with a thundering roar, her Mistress was sure could be heard through the manor. Luna rolled through her long awaited climax in utter bliss. That was until it had run its course and the vibrator stayed glued to her clit. Her hips jittered and jumped at her post orgasmic tenderness but Astoria kept it planted.
"You know," her Mistress said, indifferent to her Pet's struggle, "I think this thing can go higher."
"Gods!" Luna called as it went up a notch. "Oh mmahhh haha," Luna had to laugh it felt so good, her next orgasm about to roll through her. With a squeal she came again, riding the wand like Angelina did her broom. Once again, Astoria did not let up, she brought the Vibrator up to the top wrung.
"Ahhhh," Luna yelped as her clit was way too sensitive for such an activity. "Oh gods, please," Luna began to beg.
"You want more?" Astoria asked. Just as Luna was about to say no, however, her Mistress brought her tongue down to Luna's hood and licked it frantically while the wand did it's work on her clit. Luna screamed, a mixture of extreme pleasure and pain as she came apart again. "Did the little redheaded bitch ever make you come three times within seconds?" Luna shook her head squeezing her eyes shut as the vibrator spun on. Astoria rolled it onto her opening again, collecting some of her juices, then was brought back to her clit.
"NO!" Luna blurted. "Nnnever…please stop!" A devilish smirk spread across Astoria's face. She inserted three fingers into the panting blonde, this time making sure to hit the spot guaranteed to drive her crazy.
"You sure you want me to stop?" Luna's head was reeling, she was in so much pain and yet the feeling of being so filled was too rich to give up. Her pussy was begging to be fucked. She shook her head with reluctance. "Very good, Pet," Astoria said. She picked up the pace, Luna's juices leaking on either side of her fingers. She chanced adding a fourth finger, actually looking up at her pet to see if she were alright.
Luna was gone, babbling incoherent words at the sensation of being filled more than she'd ever been. She swore she could feel her Mistress's hand connecting with toy in her ass with every thrust, or at least causing it to move deeper into sweet, sweet places. Another orgasm. Astoria allowed her thumb into the mix, slowly letting her fist slide into Luna's tight cunt – and Luna came again with a throat ripping screech.
"Please stop, please please… I'm too – oh Gods!" Luna bawled as Astoria set the vibrator to hover then started to slowly twist the plug and her pussy-engulfed fist at the same time. "I can't come again…please!" She begged.
"You will," Astoria responded, rotating faster. "And you'll never betray me again. THAT BITCH!"
Luna hardly remembered that last orgasm, only the feeling of being flayed, opened, exposed, and on fire.
When she woke from her mild stupor, the small blonde found herself in the arms of Astoria. They were lying on the softest bed Luna had ever felt as Astoria massaged healing salve into her sore bits apologetically.
"Lune," she asked wearily. "Was that too much?" Astoria kneaded out a kink in her shoulder blade. Luna winced.
"Well, umm –" Luna began softly. Her voice was as ragged and worn as the rest of her. "It was certainly more intense than anything I've ever done. But, I managed." She gave Astoria a small smile.
"You didn't use your safe word," Astoria said, feeling guilty.
"You seemed like you needed to fight some inner nargles, I was happy to be the punching bag." Her Mistress kissed her on the forehead. "Anyway," she added, "you get bored of subs who use their safe words. You would've moved on from me in a week." Luna smiled at her, knowingly.
Astoria wanted to argue, it sounded horrible to hear it said out loud, but it was true.
"I'm sorry," she finally said. That was a very hard thing for someone like Astoria to say, but she thought it prudent in this particular instance. "Seeing you with the Weasley girl really – "
"Astoria Eloise Malfoy, formerly Greengrass, this has nothing to do with Ginny and you know it," Luna said smartly. "It does, however, have everything to do with the lioness in the room." Astoria looked at her in the way she always did when Luna impressed with her intuitiveness, which she had to admit, happened often.
"We're not supposed to get jealous," Astoria spoke barley above a whisper. "It's against the rules Draco and I outlined. And anyway, this isn't me. I feel all clammy and insecure." Luna watched Astoria's face contort in fear. "I am always me. Unapologetically the person I want to be. When I'm not – I change that. I wouldn't let my family make me into someone I'm not and I won't let Draco either," she finished, matter a fact.
"But Tor, you love him," Luna stated, sadly.
"Yes…Yes I do." Astoria looked skyward. "Lune, do you think he's falling for her?" She asked earnestly. It was such a break from her normal calculated behavior that it took, even Luna, by surprise.
"I think it would be impossible for one to love anyone else if they'd already fallen for you." Astoria knelt down and kissed Luna tenderly on the lips. She meant it to be a peck but found once she started, it was almost impossible to stop. She moved lightly atop the blonde, embracing her tiny form and drawing her near. She combed Luna's long hair with her hands.
Luna broke away, short of breath. "Tor, we have to stop," Luna said breathlessly. "This is arousing me and… that hurts right now," she finished as blunt as ever. Astoria laughed. Luna thought her laugh sounded like how honey felt.
"Can you just umm – "Astoria struggled for the words, confused (herself) by what she wanted. But Luna understood without her having to say it. She guided Astoria into an embrace – just holding her.
Author's note: I LOVED writing this chapter! How did you all feel? What do you think about Astoria and Draco? Tell me in REVIEWS! XXXPTP
