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Chapter 25:
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Lily and Hermione spent all week devising a romantic night for just themselves, proposing and rejecting various scenarios, and finally it was Friday. They had been brewing the potion for two whole weeks in Potions Class and now it was complete.
All across the classroom were little clay caldrons sitting atop tripods. Small flames had been licking the undersides of the caldrons but now the flames were waved away. The liquid inside the caldrons was bright pink and a faint pink mist rose that carried with it small bubbles that were shaped like lovehearts. The bubbles popped silently and slowly the mixtures began to cease simmering. Professor Tonks was going about the room, strolling in her pink hotpants and pink tubetop, and she was nodding at their work and congratulating them.
Lily and Hermione were grouped up with Ginny and Daphne and once their caldron had cooled they began to scoop up the mixture and pour it into little crystal vials. The vials were shaped like lovehearts and they each had a loveheart shaped stopper and they held about three mouthfuls of the bright pink liquid. Lily and Hermione were particularly excited as they filled their vials, their plans already in place for tonight, and they grinned as they shoved the stoppers into the necks of the vials and then lifted the vials to examine the contents in the light of the windows, appraising the liquid for purity, thickness.
"Great work, girls," Professor Tonks was saying to the class. "Not a botch in the batch. Excellent."
The girls were sitting on stools and they all seemed quite proud of themselves, smiling, lifting their own vials to the windows so they could examine their work. Professor Tonks was going by Lily and Hermione's group and she smiled at them.
"Especially you four," she said. "Perfect brewing. I think I can guarantee you all full marks."
Lily and Hermione grinned at each other. A potent potion meant a potent night together. They couldn't wait. They had been looking forward to it all week, ever since the idea first occurred to them. They hadn't realized till now how little time they really had together, just the two of them.
Professor Tonks was making her way to the front of the class. The girls had begun chatting while they cleaned up their work stations, flicking their wands at the caldrons, wiping out the jars and bottles. Professor Tonks had begun erasing the blackboard and Lily lifted her hand.
"We do get to keep the potion, right?" she asked.
Professor Tonks nodded and answered while facing the board, not even seeing the girl's raised hand. "You sure do," she said. "Just remember to use it wisely. The Long Kiss Goodnight is a very special potion that targets both urges and emotions. You might say it's an aphrodisiac of the heart. So make sure to save it for a very special night with the girl you love."
Lily smiled at Hermione. Hermione smiled back. Professor Tonks had finished with the blackboard and now Daphne raised her hand.
"What if we don't have a girlfriend?" she asked, glancing discreetly at Hermione.
Professor Tonks grinned and dusted her hands. "Keep it till you do," she said. "Any other questions?"
Smiling, she surveyed the class. Most of the girls were grinning, the heartshaped vials clutched in their hands, their brains teeming with romantic ways to use them. Professor Tonks waited a moment, still smiling, but there were no questions and finally she dismissed them.
"Then go on, get outta here," she said, shooing them away playfully. "Go to your next classes, and remember; enjoy that potion."
A round of giggling went through the class, girls slipping off their stools, the stools scraping on the floor. Conversation started up as they began to pack away their gear. Lily and Hermione had set their vials on the bench, the heartshaped bottles side by side like pretty pink lovers, and Daphne glanced at those potions and then smiled a little awkwardly at Hermione.
"So when are you going to use your potions?" she asked her, trying not to act weird.
Hermione was so excited about her date with Lily that she didn't notice anything strange. "Tonight," she said, smiling. "We have something very special planned."
Daphne nodded, still smiling but visibly bummed. Ginny smirked and gave her a nudge with her elbow to cheer her up and then Lily and Hermione took their vials from the bench and giggled and left together.
They spent the rest of the afternoon doing homework in the library, books open on the table and a single candle burning against the declining afternoon light in the windows. The twin vials of their potions were sitting there by a book, pink and delicious looking like liquid candy, and they kept glancing at the bottles and giggling and talking about their date tonight. At first they had been planning something elaborate, a date in town, dinner and a hotel room perhaps, but after a while they had changed their minds to something simpler; a moonlit picnic under the stars, just the two of them.
At one point the ghost named Nikki popped out from under the desk, the library being a regular haunt of hers, and asked them what they were so excited about. Lily and Hermione explained their date and warned the ghost to stay away, serious but playful at the same time. It was getting dark by now and Nikki pouted, her glowing green hair electric about her head, and then she popped back under the table and made obscene slurping noises until Lily and Hermione scolded her and shooed her away. The ghost laughed and flew up through the table and then through the ceiling above them. Lily and Hermione shook their heads, gathering up their books, and then they began making their way downstairs.
They retired to their separate houses to get ready but there was little to do. No makeup. No lingerie. The only things they bought with them were their wands and the enchanted black strapon.
Darkness had fallen over the campus and the moonmoths had come out, glowing and fluttering in a haze of pale dust over the endless fields of flowers. The moon was high in the sky, round and huge in the blackness, and there were stars everywhere. Lily and Hermione were holding hands and strolling along the shores of the lake. There was no one about. Technically they were breaking curfew but it wasn't the first time and it probably wouldn't be the last.
Eventually they spread their blankets in the flowers and took off their clothes. The blankets were pure white quilts they had taken from their own beds. They left the scraps of black satin in a pile and then they clasped hands again and waded into the shallows of the lake. Stepping into the cool water. Smiling. The surface of the lake was as black as the sky above and flowed like liquid silk around their legs. They paused when they were hip deep in the water and then they turned and looked at each other. The moon was high above them, so white and bright it seemed to be throbbing, and they smiled and glanced at each other continually while they bathed, palming water all over their arms and shoulders, their breasts, their necks.
They were dripping when they came out of the lake but they dried off with a spell and then settled down on the blankets. Sitting on their knees, facing each other. The breeze was cool and they shivered at the exact same time, naked, smiling, quivering with anticipation. Their wands were laid down beside the pink potion bottles and the coiled leather buckles of the strapon and there was no light at all but the brightness of the moon and all those stars that burned so whitely in the vast vault of blackness above them.
At first they didn't speak. Only smiled and gazed at each other in that bright yet pale light. Hermione's hair seemed a shade or two darker. Lily's skin was whiter than ever. Their nipples were growing stiff just from looking at each other. They were on their knees facing each other, and their skin was rippled with goosebumps from both the excitement and the chill in the air. Hermione smiled and took Lily's glasses away and set them down on their pile of clothes. Lily had used a charm to aid her eyesight and she wouldn't need the glasses. Then Hermione turned back to her and lifted a hand and cupped Lily's pale cheek.
"Are you ready?" she asked in a whisper.
Lily nodded excitedly. "I think so."
"Me too. This is so romantic, isn't it? It feels like forever since we've done something special, just the two of us. Ever since we came to Salem, we've only had quickies and group sex. Which is great, sure, but…"
Lily lifted her own hand and cupped Hermione's face.
"But sometimes we just need each other," she said.
Hermione nodded with a blush moving over her cheeks. "Yeah."
They knelt there for a long moment, cupping each other's faces and gazing at each other in the moonlight, and then slowly they began to lean forward. Their lips parted. Their eyes falling closed. Their hearts were racing and a peculiar mood was stealing over them. Something strange and new. Virginal. As if this would be their first kiss.
Their lips continued to lean closer until finally they touched. A soft moan came out of them. Their eyes were fully closed by now and together they deepened their kiss. Moaning once more as their mouths opened wider and their tongues came out and grazed against each other. Wet and warm. The contact causing a clutch of excitement in their vaginas.
Their free hands were now coming up to cup each other's faces and necks. To caress each other's napes. To stroke the soft skin there and the fine hairs on the backs of their necks. Moaning some more as they pulled each other into the kiss, heat already beginning to build between them, inside them. Their tongues were mingling freely now, their moans soft and hungry, and finally they pulled apart.
Smiling and short of breath, their naked chests rising and falling. Hermione caressed Lily's cheek and gazed at her in the moonlight.
"I love you, Lily," she said.
Lily smiled at her. "I love you too, Hermione."
Hermione chuckled, still gazing at her. She was so beautiful in this light. So pale she almost seemed to glow. Her eyes wide and dark and arrayed with long gorgeous black lashes. Blinking. Her lips parted slightly and her breath going in and out. Her hair, pitch black, and so short and soft as Hermione wove her fingers in it.
"I'm not sure if I even need the potion," she said breathlessly. "I'm so full of love for you already."
Lily grinned impishly. "Me too," she said. "Let's start without it."
"Okay," Hermione breathed, and then she floated forward with her mouth and pressed it over Lily's.
Lily moaned and allowed the entrance of Hermione's tongue. She loved that tongue more than anything. It was so wet and warm. So alive. Nothing ever felt better to her. She let her own tongue unfurl against it and she fought with it playfully, letting their two tongues dance and caress against each other.
Hermione was moaning deeply by now, the heat building and her heart swelling. She couldn't imagine how the potion could amplify these feelings. They felt absolute already. Her arms were snaking around that pale body, that soft and warm and gorgeous little body, and she let her hands stroke up and down that milky back and cup at those round little buttocks.
Lily was now throbbing between her legs, throbbing badly, but that only made her want Hermione all the more. Those hands on her body were driving her mad, filling her with love and desire, and finally she broke the kiss breathlessly and levelled a longing look at her lover.
"Can I do you first?" she asked, her tone tinged with need.
Hermione grinned and shook her head. "Let me do you."
"Let me go first," Lily insisted in a whisper. "Please? Your body is so beautiful in the moonlight…"
The words trailed off as Lily's eyes looked upon Hermione's body, at that skin which was pale in the moonlight, at those breasts which were so perfect in shape and volume. Round and full and topped with big stiff nipples. Lily lifted her hands and placed them on those mounds and stroked them and looked up at Hermione pleadingly. Hermione's shivered at the touch, moistening between her legs, but then she smirked and looked at Lily's own body. Which was even paler in the moonlight and smaller and slimmer with two breasts on her slender chest that were like tiny little mounds of pure perfection.
"So is yours, though," she whispered.
Lily groaned as Hermione's own hands began stroking at her chest. Together the two of them knelt there, touching each other, gazing into each other's eyes, their hearts and heads filling with more and more lust.
"Please, Hermione," Lily whispered. "I want to do you so much…"
Hermione smirked at her. "Too bad," she said. "I'm doing you first and I'm not going to argue about it."
"But…"
Hermione put a finger to her lips. "No, buts. I love you, Lily. And you know what else I love?"
The finger at her lips lowered and the hand went between her thighs and began to rub at the pale and moist netherlips there. Lily groaned and squirmed, gazing at Hermione. Hermione grinned at her.
"This yummy little pussy," she said. "Now be a good girl and lay down, okay? Don't be stubborn. I can feel how horny you are. Just let me do you."
Lily's dark eyes had all but glazed over helplessly and she was powerless to resist. "Okay."
Hermione smiled and gave her a womanly nod, pleased to have gotten her way, and then she carefully guided Lily down onto her back.
Lily lay there and for a brief moment she had a perfect view of the beautiful night sky. The moon up there was so large and yet so far away and all those stars which also seemed a million miles away, all of it burning in the blackness and wheeling through space much like her mind was wheeling in her head. Then suddenly her vision was obscured by something even more beautiful. Hermione. She was straddling Lily and Lily smiled up at her. Hermione smiled back, her long hair hanging, and then she leaned down and pressed her mouth onto Lily's.
Lily smiled into the kiss and settled into passiveness. Moaning. Squirming. Arching upwards into Hermione as Hermione's hands stroked along her body. Her sides, her breasts. Lily particularly loved the way Hermione touched her breasts. The circular motion of the stroke. The massage. It made her moan even deeper, her mouth loose and slack and filled with tongue. Lily loved it so much. Her own hands were stroking at Hermione's sides and Hermione's back. Letting that smooth skin fill her with even more excitement. Hermione was now cupping her face, kissing her passionately on the mouth, and then she broke the kiss and smiled at her breathlessly.
"I really love you so much, Lily," she said.
Lily was breathless as well. "I love you too."
Hermione smiled and then she placed a kiss on her mouth, one kiss, two, a third kiss, and finally she shuffled down a little to Lily's breasts.
Two shallow hills on her tiny chest, so small they were almost flat. The nipples were hard and very sensitive and Lily's whole body twitched as Hermione licked one of them. The nipple was dark in the moonlight and hard as a pebble, almost sharp on her tongue. Hermione's hand went down between Lily's legs and began stroking there between her thighs, rubbing, caressing, while her mouth suckled at those big stiff nipples.
Lily moaned and arched up on the blankets, her legs open now, the excitement tingling through her spine. Hermione smiled with her lips wrapped around one of those nipples and continued to lick at it while rubbing between Lily's pale thighs.
"You really do have the most perfect nipples," she said. "Do you like this, Lily? Do you like when I lick at your nipples?"
"Yes," Lily hissed. "Oh god, yes."
Hermione moaned and gave the nipple a suckle and let it pop out of her mouth again, the dark pink little nub wet and glistening in the moonlight. "Mmm," she said. "I like it too. I could suck on them all night. They're so big and juicy and so hard. Mmm…"
Hermione was sucking on the other one now and Lily wove her hands into her hair to hold her there, moaning, her cheeks burning with blush. Hermione was still rubbing at her entrance, her fingertips slipping and poking into their wet folds, and Lily's moans were high and breathless.
"Oh, Hermione," she said. "I love you. I love you so much."
Hermione grinned and gave those nipples a last few licks. "I love you too, Lily."
Then she stopped and shuffled downward between Lily's thighs.
"Now just relax and let me lick you up," she said, face to face with Lily's glistening entrance. "I'm going to do it nice and slow. I want to enjoy you."
Lily whimpered from the words alone and then she whimpered again as Hermione's hot tongue licked at the edges of her netherlips. Just one lick. Her face scrunched up in pleasure, her legs open, her heels planted in the blanket. Her chest was heaving and when she opened her eyes she could see the moon up there, so high in the sky, so white and bright.
Hermione was smiling and she licked again at Lily's entrance, delicately like a cat, just along the edges. The sounds of Lily's moans were like music in her ears and the taste of that wetness was delicious. The scent was filling her head and even though her own vagina was throbbing for attention there was nowhere else she wanted to be than right here, face to face with Lily's entrance, her core, the center of her body where all her lust was contained.
Hermione licked again, smiling, watching those hips quiver. So beautiful. Pale and wet and glistening in the moonlight with perfect pink petals. Hermione licked again, at those petals directly, and Lily shivered and moaned. Hermione was growing bolder and hungrier and she continued licking, letting the licks become firmer and firmer, lapping up all that moisture only for more moisture to appear. Soon her face was smothered in arousal and she too was moaning, laying there on her stomach, her arms hooked around those pale thighs and her mouth mashed to that gorgeous vagina. Pushing her tongue into the hole there and wriggling it around and pulling it out again before latching her lips to the hard pink nub of her clit and sucking it and sucking and sucking it lovingly to an orgasm.
Lily cried out and arched up, her ribcage showing in the moonlight, her skin pale and taut. The cry fell silent, her head tossing, a light sheen of sweat over her forehead. Finally her body subsided back onto the blanket. Her legs lowered. Hermione was still down there, kissing at her lowerlips romantically, and Lily smiled and enjoyed those warm licks of her tongue until Hermione finally rose up. Hermione's face was covered in arousal and Lily giggled and sat up and began licking her face affectionately.
"Oh, Hermione," she said. "That was amazing."
Hermione giggled and caught Lily's tongue in her mouth and sucked on it for a moment before releasing it. "I'm glad you liked it."
Lily looked at her with lidded and adoring eyes. "Can I do you now?"
"If you insist," Hermione said with a smile, and then she laid down on the blankets under the moon and opened her legs.
Lily bent to her, smiling, and cupped her face. She was laying there with her head in a pool of auburn hair, dark in the moonlight, and Lily gazed at her.
"I love you, Hermione," she said. "You're so beautiful."
Hermione smiled up at her. "I love you too, Lily."
Lily lowered her mouth onto Hermione's and began kissing her, long and deep. Pushing her tongue inside her mouth and using it to show her how much she loved her. Her hand had lowered to her neck, caressing the smooth skin there, and then lowered further to her breasts. Cupping one of them, squeezing it, massaging it.
Finally her hand went even lower between her legs. At first she stroked at the inside of her thigh, causing Hermione to moan into the kiss and push her hips needfully, and then she began rubbing at Hermione's entrance. It was slick with arousal and sensitive and the strokes of her fingers made Hermione moan even more.
Soon the moaning and heavy breathing was too much for kissing and Lily instead lowered her mouth to Hermione's breasts. They were so large in the moonlight, so soft and round. Two perfect hills on her chest. Lily took one of the stiff little nipples in her mouth and started sucking on it, moaning, and then she sucked on the other one. Hermione hitched in a breath, also moaning, and her face was wincing in pleasure and impatience as her nipples were suckled at and her hips squirmed against the hand rubbing at her entrance.
"Ugh," she said. "How long are you going to keep teasing me, Lily?"
Lily smiled with a nipple between her lips. "Not long," she whispered to it, licking it, kissing it. "I just want to enjoy you. All of you…"
Hermione moaned again and now Lily shifted between her legs. Hermione opened them further. Lily sat there for a moment, on her knees, and looked at Hermione in the moonlight. Long torso, slightly arched on the blankets. Chest heaving. Breasts naked and pale under the stars. Hermione looked at her, desperate for attention to her vagina, and Lily smiled at her and lifted one of her legs and looked at it in the moonlight. So perfect. So smooth. She stroked it with her hand and licked at the ankle.
"Your legs are so pretty," she said.
Hermione groaned as Lily started rubbing her cheek against her calf affectionately.
"Oh god, Lily," she said. "I'm so horny. Don't tease me anymore. Please."
Lily smiled and lowered the leg and then she lowered herself to her stomach. Facefirst to Hermione entrance. Wet and swollen and glistening in the moonlight.
"Just a second" she said. "I just want to…"
She trailed off, licking at the edges of that wet mound. The taste tingled on her tongue. She swallowed and licked again. Just around the edges. Hermione was moaning and squirming in the moonlight. Wanting more. Needing it.
"Oh please, Lily," she said. "I'm losing my mind."
Lily smiled at her tone of desperation, loving it, and continued to lick gently. "But you're so beautiful, Hermie," she said. "I want to just…"
Again she trailed off, licking, finally getting closer to those sensitive netherlips. The first time Lily licked at them Hermione hissed in a breath and arched on the blanket.
"Yes," she said. "Mmm. Please, Lily. More."
Lily licked again, firmer this time, directly at those soaked netherlips. She was still smiling and she kissed at them and nibbled at them and then licked again.
"Mmm," she moaned. "I love the way you taste, Hermione. It's delicious. Mmm. I could eat you out all night."
Hermione was gasping for breath, her chest heaving. Her eyes were closed and her body was long and pale in the moonlight and spread on the blankets in that field of flowers like a picnic of female flesh.
"Oh god," she said. "I love you, Lily."
Lily smiled at her entrance and used her fingers to spread her netherlips. "I love you too, Hermie," she whispered directly into her core. "I love you so much."
Then she pushed her tongued directly into the wet warm hole of her vagina.
A whimper came out of Hermione and her back arched up. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she had one fist clenched to her heart. Lily pushed her tongue in deeper and let it curl up in all that warm wetness and then she pulled it out and licked at her clit, that hard little pink nub that was just begging for attention. Hermione whimpered again at that and Lily suckled at that nub a little bit and then pushed her tongue back into her vagina, deeper this time, as deep as it could possibly go. Hermione was crying in ecstasy, tears leaking down the sides of her face, and she orgasmed at last with Lily's tongue buried inside her and Lily's thumb expertly rubbing her clit.
That tight little vagina contracted so sharply it almost snipped Lily's tongue off. The wetness was all over her face but she didn't care. She continued wriggling her tongue inside, licking her as deeply as possible, until finally Hermione subsided back onto the blanket.
Hermione was panting and after a while her eyes opened and looked up at the stars. So many of them. Burning cold and remote in all that blackness. She smiled and moaned softly in her naked chest and looked down across her body. Lily's head was down there, her hair blueblack in the moonlight, and she was still licking. Licking and kissing and filling Hermione with sweet sensations of love. Sensations that rushed in to replace the fading lust. Hermione watched her, exhausted, until Lily finally rose up and smiled and crawled over for a kiss.
Their lips connected, Lily's covered in Hermione's arousal, and Hermione was so breathless that the kiss could only last a few seconds.
"Oh my," she said. "That was… that was…"
Lily smirked at her and licked her lips. "Delicious."
Hermione giggled and they both sat up. The breeze was cool but their bodies were warm. Moonmoths were perched in the buds of flowers and the flowers swayed softly in the breeze. Hermione's hair flickered and she tucked a windswept lock of it behind her ear and smiled at Lily.
"Thank you, Lily," she said. "That was amazing."
Lily nodded eagerly. "It was for me too," she said. "I love eating you out. Fleur was right about oral. Everything else is fun, but in the end, there's no better way to make love than with your mouth."
Hermione smiled, perhaps agreeing, perhaps not quite as decided. She glanced at the strapon that lay there beside the potion bottles and smirked impishly and turned back to Lily.
"That might be true," she said. "But it's important to have fun too, hm?"
Lily grinned at her. "Then you're not too tired to keep going?"
Hermione returned the grin and placed her arms around Lily's neck. "Not even close," she said. "Tomorrow is the weekend and we can sleep all day if we want. Tonight we're going to find out exactly how much we love each other. And it's going to take a lot longer than this, hm?"
"Yeah," Lily whispered, opening her mouth as Hermione came toward her.
Their lips connected in a kiss and a soft moan came from both of them, arms around each other's necks, breasts pressed together soft and warm. The breeze riffled through their hair and a nightbird began singing somewhere across the flowerfield.
Finally they broke the kiss and Hermione took up the two heartshaped potion bottles and gave one to Lily. Smiling, they pulled out the corks and tossed them aside. A pink wisp rose from the necks of the bottles and then they leaned and sniffed. The pink mixture inside smelt vaguely like strawberries.
Their eyes caught and Hermione smiled at Lily.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
Lily nodded eagerly. "I think so."
"Shall we make a toast?"
"Okay, but you do it. You're smarter than me."
Hermione laughed at that and then she flung back her hair primly, topless and gorgeous in the moonlight, and lifted the tiny bottle. "A toast to us, then," she said. "To our eternal love. Lily and Hermione, together forever. Okay?"
Lily smiled broadly. "Okay."
They clinked the two little vials together and then they touched them to their lips and tipped them back, keeping their eyes locked. Their throats bobbed as they swallowed, once, twice, three times, and then they lowered the bottles and looked at each other.
Already they could feel it. Heat. Spreading across their skin like fever. Causing them to squirm and moan lowly as their hearts swelled in their chests. Swelled and started beating in a way they had never beat before. A way that throbbed in their eardrums and in their vaginas.
Their eyes had rolled up for a moment but now they came back into focus. The first things they saw were each other. Sitting on their knees in the moonlight, here in this vast field of flowers, surrounded by stars and moonmoths. The swelling became a spasm, a sledgehammer blow to the chest. They flinched and groaned and looked at each other desperately. Eyes lidded and languid in the moonlight and filled with lust. Their breasts were heaving and the holes in their body were in a rage of horniness. Not just their vaginas but the hole between their buttocks as well. Throbbing. Tightening. Lily was swaying on the spot, mouth open, and Hermione groaned and raked a hand through her hair.
"Oh god," she said. "Oh god. I feel so…"
"Hermione?"
"Lily?"
Lily whimpered from these sensations overwhelming her body and then she put her arms around Hermione's neck and gazed into her face. "Oh, Hermione," she said. "Hermione. Hermione."
It seemed to be the only word she was capable of speaking in this sudden onslaught of love and lust that was filling her mind. Hermione was staring at her mouth, her own mouth open, and her chest was heaving from how badly she wanted her.
"Lily," she whispered. "Oh, Lily. I love you. I love you so much. I—"
Lily's mouth mashed onto hers and Hermione's words were lost even as the love itself flared into a different sort of expression.
The moans that came out of them were desperate and almost in pain with eagerness. Their arms were locked around each other and their mouths were filled with each other's tongues. Between their legs their vaginas were on fire and the cool breeze was a torture as it riffled between their thighs. Their hands were roaming up and down each other's back, clutching, clawing, fingernails digging into each other's buttocks. They were breathless and half crazed and finally Hermione forced Lily down on the blanket and straddled her face backwards and lowered herself across her body in a sixty-nine position.
Instantly their moans were muffled as they mashed their mouths into each other's vaginas. Lily on her back with her pale legs open and Hermione on top, mounted backwards over Lily's face and rubbing her vagina downward into Lily's mouth while she hooked her arms around Lily's thighs and pressed her own mouth against Lily's vagina. Forcing her tongue inside. Deeper and deeper while Lily's own tongue pushed into her own vagina. Moaning. Whimpering. Mindless with love and lust as they gripped each other and ate each other out with lurching stomachs and hearts that wouldn't stop swelling. Their veins seemed to course with the potion they had drunk and their overworked hearts were pumping that pink liquid all through their bodies and soon they were orgasming repeatedly, over and over, their vaginas splashing and squirting and the girls themselves gasping and gulping down each other's wetness as they continued to lick and eat each other out.
They remained in that sixty-nine position for quite a long time and perhaps a hundred orgasms. Their minds had snapped and they were no longer capable of speech. Then they finally rose up, about an hour later, their faces and their hair soaked with each other's arousal. No smiles crossed their mouths. Only dazed looks of love. The orgasms had exhausted them but the night was far from over. They cupped each other's faces and kissed at each other's mouths. Hungrily. Needfully. Their hands clutched at each other's hair and at each other's breasts and finally they reached for their wands and flicked them into Vibratus charms.
Still with no words between them. They didn't need any. Hermione pushed Lily's face into the blankets and Lily lay there facefirst with her bottom up. Hermione spread one of those pale round buttcheeks and then pushed her thick wooden wand into the puckered pink hole there. Lily moaned as that stiff long rod penetrated deeper and deeper, vibrating and filling her with ecstasy, and squirmed her hips for more.
Using those wands they inflicted another hundred orgasms onto each other, lost in their pink haze of love and lust, moving about their work with no words nor smiles, like inquisitrixes on some midnight business. Pushing each other down and penetrating each other in either hole. Hermione on her back, orgasming with a the wand sticking out her, crying up at the stars. Rolling over and panting while Lily took the wand out and instead pushed it between her buttcheeks. Causing her to groan and orgasm all over again before rolling over once more and spreading her legs for more, more, more. Lily lowered her mouth and licked her out and then pushed the wand inside her, as deep as it would go, and watched Hermione's face as she orgasmed continually in throes of ecstasy.
The moon was actually beginning to decline over the vast black lake when Hermione reached for the strapon. She had never used it on Lily before and now Lily lay down on the blankets and heaved and spread her slim white legs while she watched Hermione buckle it. As soon as the strapon was buckled the soft black dildo instantly flung into an erection, mirroring the wearer's own arousal. Lily waited, her small body heaving in the moonlight, and Hermione took her hips and pushed the strapon in and groaned at how warm and tight it was. Lily groaned as well and pushed with her hips and Hermione began to thrust, over and over again, until they orgasmed at the same time with their hands clutched and their fingers laced.
Lily took the strapon in every one of her holes, including her mouth, and she kept rolling over and spreading herself for more. Hermione's hands were aggressive and they gripped her hips and her butt so tightly they nearly left bruises. The thrust of her hips startled little yelps out of Lily and Lily was virtually senseless at this point, her face glazed over, her eyes closed. The orgasms came one after the other, for both of them, and the blanket by now was damp with sweat and tangled about one of Lily's ankles. Soon they were making love among the flowers themselves, under the moon and all the stars, Lily orgasming with her legs in the air and Hermione driving the strapon into the vagina between them.
It was getting late by now but their love was inexhaustible. They couldn't stop and eventually they discarded the wands and strapon and positioned themselves again in a sixty-nine, proving perhaps that Lily had been right. That there was nothing better than making love with your mouth. The moans of their orgasms were muffled between their legs and they were rolling through the flowers, first Hermione on top then Lily, licking each other, growling into each other's vaginas. The moonmoths were startled up into the sky as the flowers were trampled under those rolling lovers and together they orgasmed and orgasmed and orgasmed over and over again in the white rays of the moon as they continued to munch each other out in that endless fantasy of love and lust.
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The next morning, as the sun was just beginning to rise, they were found by Professor Tonks who had been going by. The pink haired professor paused and laughed once at the state they were in. They had drifted quite a distance from their blanket and the flowers all around them were flattened like a crater they had made in their love making. They had passed out at some point and they were laying there with their faces between each other's legs. Hermione on top. Lily on the bottom. A small bird had perched on one of Hermione's buttocks and a tiny squirrel was examining Lily's naked foot. Professor Tonks smiled and put her hands on her hips.
"Well," she said loudly. "I guess you guys drank the potion, hm?"
Groaning, their faces crumpling up. The professor had never mentioned the potion often induced a hang over the next morning. The two girls struggled up and blinked sluggishly in the sunlight. Pussyjuice had dried in their hair and they each wore a wig of spikes that stuck up in all directions skankily.
They looked at the professor without much interest and then they saw each other.
They froze, blinking.
Then they came together in a deep tongue kiss and moaned and wrapped their arms around each other. Professor Tonks burst out laughing. The girls ignored her and the professor shook her head.
"I guess the potion is still working," she said. "Wow. Must've been a potent brew. You guys really do deserve full marks. You girls take it easy, alright? I'll see you Monday."
Then she snorted and shook her head again before turning and continuing on.
Lily and Hermione had their hands in each other's hair but their hair was tangled and stiff and soon they had to break the kiss to get their hands free. They laughed at each other, finally noticing the state they were in, flower petals stuck in their hair, grass stains on their bodies, and the potion had at least worn off enough for them to be capable of speech.
Hermione cupped Lily's face. "I love you, Lily."
Lily cupped her face as well. "I love you, Hermione."
They smiled at each other for a long moment, birds cheeping in the new sunlight, and then they pressed their mouths together and moaned and laid down in the flowers.
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AN: This was the Lily/Hermione chapter. A friend asked for it and I think Lily and Hermione needed it. They've had plenty of sex together but this was the first time they did something really romantic. :)
I think it turned out okay. I don't know why I wanted them to do it outside, but it seemed more romantic than just doing it in bed.
Hermione finally got to use the strapon in this one, lol. Wish I could've used more detail, but I'll have to save that for another time. The key theme in this one was love, and you can probably tell that I love the idea of oral more than anything else, lol. The strapon is fun, but I dunno, I just think oral is so much more romantic, natural, beautiful.
Okay, hope you liked it. New chapter soon. :)