A/N I am SO SORRY for the hiatus, but here I am back again… thought it was about time for some girl-on-girl stuff, so all stand for our pansexual queen Luna. I had some technical difficulties uploading this one, which led to me having a breakdown and baking cookies, so there's some author insight.
Also, there will be Harry and Ron action SOON, so keep your eyes out hehe.
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Chapter 3 – LunaHermione awoke the next morning feeling entirely unrested. Her body was sore, her hamstrings aching from riding Neville all night, her pussy thoroughly ravished. But worse still, her dreams had been plagued with scenes of avid sexual hunger, as she pictured herself in a plethora of positions, being fucked every which way by faceless strangers. She resolved to make a trip to the library tonight, see if she could find something about daydreams or temporary insanity. Although she feared that material wouldn't be stored in the school library, or would be restricted at the very least.
Sighing, she sat up in bed and began to dress in her uniform. It was still early and her dormmates, Lavender and Parvati were still asleep, unaware of Hermione's pain or predicament. She wondered for a moment if she should confide in them, ask for their help maybe. She knew Lavender had made the rounds, and if rumours were to be believed her experience definitely counted for something. But at the same time, she thought, Lavender knew nothing of the term 'discretion' and Hermione's secret would be out within minutes if she wasn't careful.
No, she would have to face this one alone. As she walked down the stairs, she felt a twinge in her abdomen. If she could just make it through one day, one whole day, without sex, prove her restraint, and then try and figure out what the hell had happened to her.
If Hermione Granger was one thing, she was determined.
She had made it through all but one of her classes without jumping her classmates. And yet the beast inside her raged stronger and stronger. She shifted herself on the chair every minute, wishing that she had something, some bit of friction to work with. Professor Binns' voice seemed to drone on and on and on, and the only clear picture in her head was that of Neville's cock seeping precum onto her tongue.
No, she thought, she could do this. Her jaw clenched, she bit down on the inside of cheek, trying to focus on the pain to distract herself. She was hot and cold all over; a drip of sweat sliding down her spine sent shivers right to her core.
Suddenly, Harry nudged her side. 'Hermione? Class is over, are you coming?'
She fluttered her eyes open; his voice had run right through her like a flame. She nodded mutely, following him out, desperately trying to keep her gaze up and away from the top of his boxers just peeking out from his trousers.
'Harry I'll meet you in the Great Hall later, I need to um… get something from the dormitory', she barely managed to get the words out her mouth, her throat was so dry, as if she hadn't drunk a sip of water in weeks.
'Oh... okay?' He looked at her curiously, a slight furrow in his brow. 'Well I'll see you later then', he said as he wandered off.
Trembling, Hermione staggered down the corridor. She had never felt so weak in her life, so entirely helpless. Before she could even reach the portrait entrance to Gryffindor tower she slumped down on the floor, the brick wall of the castle cold against her simmering skin. She couldn't do it, couldn't make it.
All at once her gaze shifted up and she saw her lifeline. She grabbed the handle of the door next to her, and wrenched it open with surprising force, all but falling into the broom cupboard. With speed she didn't know she had, she tore at her tights, pulling her knickers to one side and went to work on her clit.
As soon as she touched the little bundle of nerves, her body lit up and her back arched, her head falling back onto the wall behind her. She groaned as she slid her middle finger into her dripping hole, the stimulation against her walls exquisite. She could feel everything inside her, right down to the writer's bump on her middle finger, the callous hard against her hot, hot cunt.
Now, for the first time all day, she could think, have some sense of clarity amidst the fog of lust that had clouded her all day. She pulled her wand from her robes, muttered a spell, and inserted it into her pussy so it would pump in and out of her on its own accord. She rubbed faster and faster circles on her clit, feeling the waves of pleasure start to roll through her body. Her legs had fallen open, her inner thighs contracting and releasing every time her fingertip brushed over her sensitive nub. She reached with her left hand under her shirt and bra, and grabbed at the soft flesh of her breast, her thumb running over her hard nipple. She could feel the spots where Neville's teeth had tugged at her last night, where the hickies would have been if she hadn't vanished them that morning.
The memory of Neville's rough hands on her body made her inner thighs clench, and she urged her wand to pump into her faster, harder. She could feel it coming, close now, so close. She closed her eyes and saw all the flashes throughout the day that had led her to this moment; Dean's muscular shoulders under his shirt, Blaise Zabini's bulging forearm veins, even that soft white patch of skin that stretched over Ginny's collarbone as she had chatted to her this morning. Her lower jaw dropped open, a guttural sound forming in the back of Hermione's throat as she felt herself edge closer, oh so close. And this was her moment, to release, to let go.
And
And…. nothing.
She couldn't get there, why couldn't she get there? She was right there on the brink, and she just couldn't get over the edge. The frustration was intense, her heaving breath racking through her body. She felt the tears start to form in her eyes. All this for nothing?
All of a sudden, she heard the door open and shafts of light shine down on her, interrupting her grief. Panic seared through her as she hurriedly went to cover herself. What must she look like, crying, half naked in a broom cupboard, her wetness seeping down her thighs?
'Hermione?' a soft voice called to her. 'Are you searching for them too?'
Hermione shifted her gaze up, her eyes raking up Luna Lovegood's long legs, her soft blond hair, finding herself drawn deep into her pale blue eyes. The girl was impeccable, not a blemish on her skin. Her lips rested open slightly, pink and plump on her face. Her eyes were framed by long dark lashes, opened big and wide and innocent. She looked down at Hermione with a soft, curious gaze, not entirely focused as always, as if a part of her brain was still out in the forest somewhere.
'Sorry… um… looking for what Luna?' she asked tentatively, forcing herself out of her stupor.
'The nefeties of course', she replied, 'they love dark spots like these, and Daddy says they're just perfect for helping find lost bits of bobs. Of course, you have to ask them very nicely first for their help. Oh… Hermione, are you alright?'
Amidst her speech, Luna had sat herself down opposite the girl and Hermione knew that even Luna could not be clueless as to what had just happened a moment previously.
'Sorry Luna I'm just…. I'm just going through something right now.' She replied, her face red with shame as she felt her pussy start to spark again in response to Luna's perfect, lithe body.
'Oh, I see… well I can help you know?' Hermione looked up at the girl sat opposite her with a start. Could it be that Luna, Loony Luna, could actually be the solution to her problem right now? She gasped as she felt Luna's soft hand touch her thigh, those big, blue eyes looking into hers imploringly.
'Maybe we… maybe I should go…,' Hermione stuttered out. She ha never been with a woman, barely even thought about it before all this had started, but maybe, just maybe, this was exactly what she needed. Luna leaned into her, closing the gap between them, and Hermione couldn't help notice the way she bit her bottom lip ever so slightly. Gently Luna pressed her lips to hers and the last of her resolve crumbled as she crashed her lips against hers in response, revelling in the feeling of their skin pressing together.
The girls tore frantically at each other's clothing, desperately trying to reduce the layers separating them. Hermione kept their lips locked together as she worked frantically to unbutton Luna's shirt, the final button popping open and Luna's breasts released at last. She was perhaps a cup size smaller than Hermione, small enough that she hadn't bothered to wear a bra under her shirt this morning. Her areolas were small and pink, and Hermione couldn't help herself but latch onto her nipple, squeezing her other breast with her hand. She smelt like vanilla and white musk, sweet and clean, like candy. Her fingertips traced round her ribs, the tickling sensation causing Luna to give a delicate, breathy sigh.
Luna snaked her fingers through Hermione's brown waves, pulling her up to a kiss before placing a hand on her chest and pushing her back firmly, so Hermione was laid down on her back. Luna placed gentle kisses down Hermione's torso, stopping at her belly button for a moment to circle it with her tongue. She made quick work of removing Hermione's skirt, and her eyes widened slightly at the sight of the older girl's perfect pussy. She stopped between her thighs for a moment, inhaling her scent, before running her tongue up her slit slowly.
Hermione whimpered slightly as Luna continued her ministrations, using her tongue to map out her vulva, her lips encasing her clit every now and then. She felt her arousal seeping down her legs, surely making a puddle on the floor beneath her. She propped herself on her elbows so she could watch as Luna's blonde head rested between her legs. Luna settled one hand firmly on Hermione's stomach as her tongue darted across her little nub. Hemione was unsure if she'd ever been quite so turned on in her life. It was as if Luna knew exactly where to touch her and when, like she had a sixth sense for exactly what Hermione needed.
'Urgh, yes Luna, please…. more,' she groaned, as Luna sucked on her clit.
Spurred on by Hermione's words, Luna slid one finger inside the girl, curling it slightly so as to rub against her g spot. Hermione's hips bucked in response, grinding herself somewhat unconsciously against the girl. She was seeing stars, her vision blurring as Luna started to pick up the pace. She could feel herself climbing up again to her release, as close as before, her cunt pulsating around Luna's finger.
'Oh GOD, please…. Keep going, FUCK', she cried out, wild and untameable against her touch. Suddenly, she felt herself clench even tighter; here she was, her peak. But this time, oh, she felt herself spill over the edge. The knot inside her stomach finally released as she bucked savagely, the only thing keeping her down were Luna's hands against her. As she came, she was acutely aware of Luna lapping up her arousal. She felt herself begin to come down, her spasming lessening, when Luna retracted her finger, brushing firmly against her g spot as she went. White hot fire engulfed Hermione's body as a second wave rolled over her, and squirt erupted from her pussy, straight onto Luna's tongue. The moment seemed to last forever, before finally, Hermione began to calm down, her body aching as she tried to catch her breath.
'Luna, wow, that was incredible…. thank you', Hermione smiled at her, cleared of her dizzy haze for now.
'No problem Hermione', the girl smiled, licking her lips, still wet with Hermione's juices. She moved to stand up, but Hermione reached out a hand and stopped her.
'I think it's only fair I return the favour', she said, with a devilish grin.
Submissively, Luna settled back down, eyes trained on Hermione as she watched what her next move would be. Hermione reached behind her and grabbed a brush from the shelf, her wrist brushing against Luna's ear as she moved in the small space. Whispering a hushed spell under her lips, Hermione pointed her wand at the brush and Luna gasped as she watched it transfigure into a realistic looking dildo.
'They were right when they said you were the smartest witch your age huh?', smirked Luna, wetting her lips in anticipation.
Hermione smiled devilishly up at her, casting her wand to the side and admiring her handiwork. It was about 8 or 9 inches long, complete with veins and even a little precum escaping from the tip. If this wasn't evidence her mind was somewhere in the gutter, she wasn't sure what was.
'Turn over', she demanded of the younger girl, relishing in the sight of Luna on all fours, her pretty little arse on show for her. Luna groaned as Hermione spread her cheeks wide, using her tongue to probe in and around her pussy. The smell of her was overwhelmingly delicious, Hermione thought. She buried her face deep into the girl's pussy, lapping at the juice slowly starting to seep out.
'You taste so good', she said huskily, causing Luna to arch her back even more and wiggle her ass happily. Hermione grabbed at one of Luna's cheeks forcefully, biting her lips at the sight of the flesh overflowing her grip. Her pert little bubble butt swayed in front of her cheekily, and she couldn't resist slapping it, causing the younger girl's breath to catch in her throat, and her pussy to gush.
Hermione went back to licking Luna's slit, making sure it was nice and wet. She moved her self up slightly, and allowed herself to rim her arsehole from her new position. Luna moaned wantonly as she let herself be played with.
'Fuck Hermione that feels good', she exclaimed as Hermione's tongue slid in and around her arse.
'I'm just getting started babe', Hermione replied, no longer the prudish head girl, but now a complete slave to her impulses. She reached over and retrieved the dildo. Slowly she dipped a finger into Luna's sopping, wet hole, using the girl's sweet nectar as lube for the monstrous toy. Stretching her hand out she caressed down Luna's spine with her nails, leaving red lines along the clean, white skin. As Luna keened under her touch, she pressed the head of the dildo to her entrance before pushing in just the tip. Hopelessly, Luna thrusted back against her, but Hermione kept her grip on Luna's body tight, ensuring the girl was kept at bay.
'You'll get it when I say you can', she whispered into Luna's ear, flourishing in her new sense of control over the girl. Her words sent a quiver through Luna's body, and she hummed a quite 'please' under her breath, more than content to let Hermione do whatever she wanted to her.
Little by little, Hermione slid the dildo into Luna's greedy hole, amazed at how it could be so tight, yet stretch so willingly to encompass the monster cock. She began to pump it in and out of her, making sure to maintain a firm hold of Luna's body so that she could draw out her pleasure for as long as possible. Keeping pace with her movement of the dildo, she leaned down and resumed her activity on Luna's asshole, darting her tongue lightly over the sensitive area. Luna's moans spurred her on and she stuck her thumb in her mouth, making sure to get it completely covered in her saliva. Retracting it from her mouth, she placed her hand at the top of her crack, and leisurely inserted her thumb into her ass.
'Oh my GOD, FUCK…. YES HERMIONE', Luna gasped, as she felt both her desperate holes be filled. With sudden force, she began to thrust back more on the dildo, no longer able to be completely under Hermione's control. Hermione grinned at the sight of the girl's need, and muttered the same spell as earlier, allowing the dildo to move on its own, in and out of Luna's cunt.
Thumb still in her ass, Hermione reached down with her other hand and began to finger her own greedy pussy, wet as it was before Luna had given her some relief. The sight of the dido being completely immersed in the blonde girl's hole was mesmerising, and she began to finger herself to the same rhythm.
'Urgh Luna… you're so… fucking… hot', she moaned about between thrusts. She retracted her thumb from Luna's ass and sat back as the girl moved position as well. The two students sat and faced each other; Hermione's keen eyes trained still on the toy mercilessly attacking Luna's cunt.
Luna's pelvis moved violently, her arms barely holding her up as she rode out her pleasure.
'FUCK Hermione… I'm going…. to cum', she gasped
'Yes baby… get yourself there', responded the older girl as she added a third finger to her pussy.
'Oh GOD…. YES!' Luna screamed as she came, squirt erupting from her and hitting Hermione's body across from her. The toy cock continued its onslaught, prolonging Luna's orgasm for longer and longer till she thought she was going to pass out.
The sight of Luna's entire body shaking was so erotic, Hermione felt herself clench around her fingers, and she pumped in faster and faster, spurred on by the girl's release. As Luna's cum hit her pussy she finally felt herself reach peak, her mouth forming a silent 'o' as she spilled over her fingers. The contractions in her womb were so intense she felt tears start to form in her eyes again, but this time ones of pure, unadulterated pleasure. The rest of the world was quiet, and all she could hear was the pulsating rush of blood through her body, the heat that had risen through the day settling once more.
As she came down from her high, panting, she opened her eyes and looked at Luna. The girl was slumped on the floor across from her, looking entirely spent, just as Hermione knew she looked. Her long blonde hair was damp with sweat, and her normally pale skin was flushed and red. Her lips were swollen from kissing and Hermione smiled as she studied the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she caught her breath at last.
With aching limbs, she rose to her feet and fished around for clothing, taking her time to dress herself. Luna did the same, and the girls grinned at each other as they helped button the others' shirt and tie their tie.
'Thanks Luna', she said, feeling a little sheepish now that she had calmed down somewhat.
'That's no problem, Hermione', the girl responded, her voice back to it's gentle and reserved tone. 'Let me know if you need help again', she laughed cheekily.
Hermione admired her wiggling ass she watched Luna walk away, along the corridor towards the Ravenclaw common room. Just before she shut the door behind her, she reached back into the broom cupboard and retrieved the dildo. Then, thinking better than transfiguring it back, she muttered a quick Scourgify and pocketed it in her robes.
'Just in case' she thought.