Flumpawumps 5: The grand finale?
He decided to take the plunge. Literally and figuratively.
He closed his eyes and grunted loudly when he first pushed in.
Thousands of thoughts ran through his mind at the same time.
I'm not a virgin!
I'm a man!
Holy shit — it's so effing tight!
What we were doing before was great, but this is just so much better!
-- And oh so many more.
If he could covey any of those thoughts with words he would, but all that came out was another loud grunt followed by a high-pitched whiny noise.
As he moved out for the first time, Luna wrapped her arms around his shoulders and lifted herself up, kissing him passionately as he started an excruciatingly slow pace.
He kissed back, their tongues fiercely battling for real-estate, meanwhile he started to move his hips a little more rapidly.
He moved back and forth; all the way out, then all the way back in.
Harry let out a loud moan, but he wasn't the only one making noise. Who would have pegged quiet little Luna as a screamer?
Right, what was he thinking…
The long slow thrusts turned into short and swift ones.
She moved with him, keeping in time with his tempo.
They continued to move against each other. A few minutes in Harry noted that her hands had dropped from his shoulders to his waist; pushing him in faster and faster.
Soon that wasn't enough for her, and so she started to try and roll the two of them over.
She wanted on top!
Personally, he kind of liked the status quo, and so he fought against her.
She can have the top later dammit! Its my bloody turn!
What started as passionate lovemaking, soon all but turned into a wrestling match -- each jockeying for for the top, all the while they grinded against each other with reckless abandon.
For her size, Luna was deceptively strong, but with his years of quiddich training he was able to keep her in check.
That was, until she threw all her weight into one pull both of them rolled right over…
…and promptly fell onto the floor.
Harry, being on the bottom, took the brunt of the damage from the fall.
Laying there winded, Harry was unable to put up much of a fight, and Luna was keen to take advantage.
Not giving him any time to protest, she started to rock back and forth with a vengeance. It wasn't just her hips, with every motion, and with every thrust, her entire body moved back and forth. With her body nearly horizontal over him, her lovely breasts swayed back and forth right in front of his face.
He was in heaven, but the visual was too much for the boy – man – to handle, so he started to fill his head with thoughts of anything but her; it was an attempt to postpone his imminent eruption.
Ron eating breakfast. Eww…
Dumbledore naked. Double eww…
Umbridge naked… with a thong… EWWWWWW!!!
All three at the same time while umbridge bends over to lick dumbledore's –
WHY THE HELL AM I THINKING ABOUT THIS!?!!?
While disgusting, a potential upside with Harry's disturbing mental trip was that he bought himself a few more minutes.
When he opened his eyes, he saw that she was no longer thrusting back and forth with her gorgeous breasts swaying in front of his face. No, she was now sitting almost straight up; gyrating her hips around and around in circles.
He could see in perfect clarity where the two of them were joined.
She had her eyes closed. One hand was furiously groping a breast while the other was heatedly running over her clitoris.
Seeing her lost in her world, he decided to re-take control.
Grabbing her hips, he started to push himself in and out, clenching his teeth as he went.
Each motion drew him closer and closer to the finish, but he didn't care.
Faster and faster he went; the sounds of their groans and moans filling the air.
When suddenly, during what he assumed was an orgasm, he felt her clench him tightly. With her hitting her climax, he no longer felt the need to hold back; a few thrusts later he lost control and burst.
He still continued to thrust -- his pace faster than ever before -- as he filled her with his seed.
The euphoria lifting, he gradually slowed his pace until he came to a complete stop.
Finished, and completely spent, he rested his head on the floor and let out a contented sigh.
She was rather content herself. She lay down on top of him; her stunning body draped over him like a cloth, and she kissed him tenderly.
Her kissed her for a moment, then abruptly started to laugh.
Lifting her mouth from his for a moment and with a smile on her face she asked, "What's so funny?"
He kept laughing for a moment before replying between the odd chuckle, "I'm sorry… its just… Flumpawumps? Seriously?" He laughed again, "Chumbawumbas? You couldn't come up with better names?"
She laughed herself before saying, "It worked didn't it?"
His suspicions confirmed, he laughed again.
Pausing from his mirth for a moment he said, "Yeah but… well you could have just asked me out or something… or just said that you fancied me."
"Well, where's the fun in that?"
"True."
AN: well, that was fun.
This is kind of the end of the story, and I'll be labeling it as 'complete'
BUT! In the future I'll be posting omake's with little lemons/limes here and there.
I have a great one in my head involving a disillusionment charm and some exhibitionism.
So while it's the end, but not really.
Thanks for all the great reviews.
PS: Luna's not going to get pregnant or anything. Let's just say she's on the pill, or 'the potion', or something.
-Lineape