Author: Lash_Larue
Title: "Jungle"
Pairing:Ginny/Hermione, this part – Fleur/Hermione, Ginny/Pansy
Rating: Adult
Summary: Pansy keeps her promises, Fleur fulfills a dream
Warnings:You might notice the girlsex this time, Hair kink, anal
Word Count: 1584
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling
The Hunters Part 23
"Jungle"
"How did you injure the arm, Miss Parkinson?" asked the healer.
"Patting myself on the back. Just fix my flipper, will you?" The healer flushed red, and Ginny tried to stifle a laugh, with mixed results.
"I have to fill out the paperwork properly," insisted the healer.
"Right," agreed Pansy. "You know who she is don't you?" Pansy nodded towards Ginny.
"Of course! Every Quidditch fan knows Ginny Weasley!"
"Do you know me?" Pansy asked calmly.
"Certainly, Miss Parkinson, in point of fact, I myself attended school on a scholarship from your foundation!"
"Money well spent," Pansy assured him. "Now then, if I were to tell you that this bureaucratic nonsense is preventing Miss Weasley and myself from shagging each other silly, would it move things along?"
The healer gawped.
"Smooth, Pansy," admitted Ginny. "Hey, scholarship boy! Fix the fucking arm, we're horny!"
"Huh? Oh, quite… I suppose we can dispense with the formalities in this case…"
The healer proved to be quite competent, and Pansy flexed her newly-healed arm in pleasure.
"Good job, it was an honor to pay for your education. Say, did you know that Ginny here is a natural redhead? I swear, I checked," Pansy promised him.
"It's true," Ginny confirmed. "she's going to eat me now, red hair and all, thanks for your help, bye."
Ginny took Pansy by the arm and they left the shattered healer to sort through everything.
"You don't have to, you know," Ginny told Pansy as they approached the flooplace.
"Nope, but I'm going to," Pansy promised her, "every bit of you I can find. Ginny, I'm going to trust that this is out of desire, and not pity. But I have wanted you since my 4th year, and if, for whatever reason, you're willing, I am going to eat me some Weasley tonight."
Ginny swallowed.
"I can taste you in my dreams…" Pansy whispered, and she pulled Ginny into the fire.
xxxx
"Fleur…" breathed Hermione.
"Oui, my friend and lover?" Fleur replied as her lips pressed kisses up Hermione's back.
"Why me? I – I mean, I know that you love me, and want me; Merlin knows you've made that plain enough. But… at first, whatever made you look twice at me?"
"You hair," Fleur said hungrily by Hermione's ear. "It was your hair, so wild and free, so rebellious! Before I knew you at all I dreamed of your hair, and I touched myself while thinking of you…"
Hermione felt Fleur's tender bits sliding up her back, felt Fleur pressing against her.
"Wh – wh – why?" Hermione gasped.
"Because from the moment I first saw you, I have imagined doing this," Fleur admitted. Fleur spread her knees out, and leaned forward on her hands, and lowered her aching pussy into the silken riot that was Hermione's hair. "This," Fleur breathed as she ground herself into the chocolate mass. 'This, this, this,thisthisthisthis – This!"
Hermione shuddered as the hot liquid from deep inside Fleur soaked through her hair, and then she rolled over and buried her tongue in Fleur.
"This..." Hermione agreed.
xxxx
"This is home," Pansy announced.
"Nice," Ginny complimented as she looked around. Pansy's home was not huge, but certainly qualified as large, especially for just one person. Then again, Ginny had no idea at all about Pansy's domestic arrangements. The house was a stuccoed square with a red tile roof, and the eaves hung far out so that in the day there would be shade. The center of the square glowed with a warm light, and reflections hinted at a glass covering there.
"Come on in," Pansy invited, and the door opened as she approached it. Ginny followed, and the door shut behind her with a very solid sound.
"I'm trapped, huh?" Ginny asked.
"Caught. Can't get away," Pansy confirmed. "We'll do the tour later, I want to show you my favorite room first. Oh, there are loos all over the place, they all have a blue fairy light above the door so they're easy to find."
"That's thoughtful," Ginny conceded.
"I used to have a lot of guests, not so much now. They mostly turned out to be users and freeloaders, Millie stuck with me though."
"Does Millie live here too?" Ginny asked, hoping that she didn't, for some reason.
"She has her own place; we each like our space," Pansy took Ginny by the hand and tugged lightly, "this way."
Another door opened to Pansy, and she pulled Ginny into a different world.
The air was thick and warm and humid, and exotic scents that Ginny could put no name to drifted by. It was a thick mass of greenery, trees, and plants, and spectacular blossoms, and through the trees flitted birds so brightly colored that they seemed unreal.
"It's a jungle…" Ginny breathed.
"I'm an Elvis fan," Pansy told her, "follow me."
Pansy led her along a narrow, twisting, path, the length of which convinced Ginny that there was more than a little magic involved in this room. "This is my special place," Pansy announced as they broke into a clearing.
Ginny thought it would be special to anybody.
There was a pool of crystal clear water being fed by a small waterfall, the pool nearly completely surrounded by bird-of-paradise plants. And there was a large, low bed tucked away to one side of the clearing.
"This is the part where I'm supposed to give you one last chance to change your mind, Weasley," Pansy said lowly, "but it's too late for that. Here," she said as she tore off Ginny's top. "Now," she said as she tugged off her skirt and knickers. Pansy's own clothes followed with the sounds of tearing cloth and popping fastenings. "Pool first," Pansy directed, and she wrapped her arms around Ginny and hustled her into the surprisingly warm water. "Relax," Pansy ordered as she lifted Ginny and set her floating on the surface of the water.
Ginny tried to relax, and the water did support her comfortably, but the situation, and Pansy's nudity and obvious arousal worked against it. Pansy retrieved a bottle from a nearby stone shelf and drizzled a thick liquid down the center of Ginny's body.
"This a very special body wash, it cleans everything," she explained "It's nice and slippery, you'll love it."
Ginny loved it. The scent was herbal, and her skin tingled from it. Or from the touch of Pansy's hands as she washed all of Ginny with a firm touch, she urged Ginny's legs apart, and Ginny's breathing deepened as Pansy carefully washed Ginny's girl parts and continued on down her legs to her feet. Pansy looked at Ginny's face as she rinsed off the foot that she held, and then slowly, one-by-one sucked each toe into her mouth, Ginny whimpered.
"Roll over; you'll be able to breathe just fine."
In a growing daze, Ginny did just that, and found her face in a bubble of air that was fresh and cool. "Hermione would appreciate this magic – " Ginny's thoughts were interrupted by Pansy's hands spreading her cheeks apart and paying special attention to everything they found there, Ginny moaned aloud as a slender finger pressed twisting into her, and then it wasn't Pansy's hands that she felt.
"You have the most gorgeous ass in the world," Pansy told her, and Ginny felt Pansy place a kiss on her bottom, and then she felt teeth, and then –
"Oh Merlin," Ginny thought in wonder as her vision flared white, "she meant it…"
Pansy's tongue made its slow way from the small of Ginny's back down between her cheeks, while Pansy's nails dug into the freckled skin as she pulled them apart for access. And then the hot, wet, muscle was teasing and probing, circling the place that Ginny had never known would really, really like this sort of attention. Pansy licked the length of Ginny's divide again and again, and Ginny did the best she could to increase the pressure, but she didn't dare tighten the muscles of her bum. It was maddening, and then Pansy's fingers were touching her pussy, pulling, rubbing, teasing her as the tongue continued to push and the teeth nipped skin every once in a while, a bright spot of pain as a counterpoint to the delicious soft pressure.
The body wash was indeed nice and slippery, and Pansy's fingers glided easily into Ginny's eager pussy, curling, twisting, and stroking her inside as Pansy proved beyond all doubt that she was a woman of her word.
Ginny began to buck in Pansy's arms, but while the water supported Ginny, it gave her no purchase, nothing to grab. She was weightless and helpless and the only real and solid thing in the world was the soft pressure of Pansy's tongue working on her and the hard, fast, pumping, and twisting, and curling of the fingers within her, and then it was all too much to bear, and Ginny's scream echoed within the bubble of air when Pansy's teeth nipped Ginny's bum. Ginny milked Pansy's fingers within herself as the tongue circled softly and the quaking of Ginny's body sent ripples across the pool.
Gradually Ginny stopped shaking, and Pansy kept her arms around her until she did. Ginny felt Pansy moving the red hair away from her ear, felt the gentle kiss and the warm breath…"Come and fuck me when you're ready," Pansy whispered, and then she was gone, and Ginny was adrift alone in some endless sea.