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Chap. 70: Luna(cy)

Harry was in the middle of the same fugue, his mind endlessly turning over the facts of the recent spate of murders and kidnappings that Hogwarts and Hogsmeade had experienced during the last six months, including the one he had been unintentionally involved in. But try as he might, there was no hidden clue to be found, no pattern, no apparent motive to any of them except one. Draco Malfoy's kidnapping of Isabella Ross had plenty of clear motive. Her family's low-level fame as being the one who had designed and then made fashionable Vanishing Cabinets during Voldemort's last rise to power as a means of escape was simple enough. She had been tapped, no doubt, more to help with the repairs than for any 'personal use'.

That was the only thing that made sense, not that Harry was convinced anything Malfoy did was intended to be sensible.

Classes resumed with Harry working on autopilot. Though the news of the murders in Hogsmeade quickly made the rounds, and Hogwarts' rumor mill seemed rather spot-on in connecting the deaths with the kidnappings, it was hard to confirm or deny anything, since Harry knew so very little himself. All he had told even his closest friends was that one of the murders had been Vicky, and that the D.A. could stop searching for her now. Even Lyra seemed reluctant to press for more details, though she of course knew everything he did on the matter.

He was stuck, the wheels in his mind spinning at high speed, relentlessly, but with no traction whatsoever.

This was the case when, on January 17th, 1997, when he was sent reeling by a not-entirely-soft slap across the face. "Ow!"

Harry's hand was already on his cheek as he turned to glare at the person who had slapped him, his other hand reaching for his wand. A part of his mind was already wondering why his friends hadn't leapt to his defense, or why Lyra hadn't stopped his attacker.

Instead, as he turned, he saw Hermione looking strangely pleased but embarrassed about it, Ron smirking at him, and Lyra smiling widely. Even Ginny, normally quite quick to protect those she cared about, was giving him a level look from a few feet away, as if daring him to protest.

All of that was gleaned in the quarter of a turn it took to find out the identity of the irate young woman who glared up at him with misty blue-gray eyes. "L- Luna?"

"Yes, Harry?" She asked the question with the same confused, dreamy tone she usually used. It sounded entirely normal coming from her, though the waifish Ravenclaw rubbing her red hand to relieve it of some discomfort was a bit more unusual.

"Er... why did you hit me?"

"Why? Because you are being obtuse, Harry Potter, and I don't appreciate it," she answered, just as serenely as ever.

"Umm... what? How? What'm I being obtuse about?"

"Before I answer you, I should ask a question instead. Would you prefer to discuss this here, or shall we go somewhere more private?"

Harry blinked at the rather casual question, then cast his eyes around the area. They were in the Entrance Hall, surrounded by students just after dinner. Many of the other students were staring at him, it wasn't every day Harry Potter got slapped by a girl.

He sighed. "Private, I suppose. Where?"

"You are the one who needs to talk, Harry. You pick the place."

After another sigh he muttered, "Fine... let's go up to the Room, then."

To his surprise, none of his friends followed, leaving Harry to lead the Ravenclaw girl up the increasingly familiar path to the seventh floor, across from the crazed, Troll-Ballet obsessed wizard's tapestry.

Inside the Room of Requirement, Harry had created a simple, small chamber with two cozy armchairs of the same style Dumbledore preferred (and Harry had come to like them quite a lot himself), a tea set on a table between them, with both facing a roaring fire. Star- and Moon-light lit a wide swathe of the room behind the chairs through a latticework window whose Ravenclaw colored-curtains were held open by a red sash. Homey, cozy, and quiet. A single door, smaller than normal but of average height, stood against the right wall, opposite the fire. "Have a seat, I guess," he muttered, gesturing for the girl to enter.

"Thank you, Harry," Luna said primly, then gave him a nod as she passed. The girl smoothed out her shirt and sat on the further seat before he could come fully inside, and immediately began pouring tea from the set present. "You prefer one sugar and no cream, is that right?"

"Er... yeah. Usually, how did you know?"

Luna only smiled serenely at him, "A witch has her secrets. Here."

The blonde waited until he'd taken a sip before pouring her own, which held three lumps of sugar and one spoonful of milk, but only stirred it idly while munching on one of the simple, gingersnap-colored biscuits sitting beside the kettle. "You can start any time."

He stared. Sipped. Stared some more. Sipped. Then asked, some five minutes after he'd sat down, "I'm... not sure what you want me to say, Luna."

She smiled again, popped the last bit of her second biscuit into her mouth, chewed, swallowed, and then took her first sip of tea and sat the cup back on its saucer before folding her hands in her lap, in a very Daphne-like way. "You can start by promising to apologize to your friends for keeping secrets from them again. I don't know if you still consider me a friend, but I will accept your word that you will at least tell the others what is bothering you so much these last few days."

Harry frowned. "Of- Of course you're my friend, Luna. I... I just... there's... things I don't like... talking about. It was... bad."

"I know," she murmured softly, "The Quibbler is actually holding off on an article Daddy had written two days ago. We're waiting for the family to make a statement before we ask them if they'd like us to publish or not."

"Huh? You... you know some of it?"

She shrugged, "It's hard to say. We may be talking about different things. But I know that your housemate we've been searching for is dead, and that others have died in Hogsmeade. Possibly by a Blood-Sucking Horticulturalist."

Harry snorted, inhaling some of his tea, which made him cough several times as he tried to keep from choking on it. "Ugh, some of that went up my sinuses," he chuckled, "A- what did you say?"

Luna's large blue eyes widened, "You haven't heard of Horticulturalists? They're plant-monsters, according to Daddy, that wear human skin. They grow other plants to camouflage themselves, and sometimes raise Bees, too, for eating. They harvest them alive, I think. But some of them evolve past that, and need the blood of larger creatures, like humans, to survive."

Harry coughed again. "I... okay. You might be right about that," he forced himself to say, "but last I checked, Horticulturalists are... basically Gardeners. It's like... Herbology, but the Muggle side of it."

"Maybe that's what they want you to think," Luna shot back at once, her expression inscrutable but her eyes somehow filled with knowing.

Harry found himself grinning. She's totally mad... but Circe, I missed talking to her. "Okay. Let's agree to disagree, but I'll take it under advisement and be extra careful if I run into any Horticulturalists in the future. Also, Dumbledore's pretty sure it was a Vampire. That one, anyway."

Luna cocked her head to the side, seemingly mollified by his offer of agreement, then nodded, "I suppose that would be an alternative, if less interesting, option. Daddy hadn't considered that in his letter, and truth be told, I hadn't, either. Vampires are just so... boring."

Harry did not know if he agreed, but also didn't know how to respond, so he stayed quiet.

"The second matter you are being obtuse about is blaming yourself for things that are most certainly not your fault. The Lady of Dreams, Hermione, Ginny, and myself are all in agreement: You did everything you could do, and more besides, in getting help. Lots of help, in fact. Expecting success every time, no matter how hard you work or try, is unreasonable. You did not fail because you were weak, Harry Potter. You did not fail at all. You did something no other person in the history of Hogwarts has done, according to Hermione. You got all four Houses to work together, even if incompletely, toward a single goal besides survival. Do you know how rare that is?

"Yet, of course, your mind turns to failure. You did not succeed in rescuing Isabelle Ross, or Mandy Brocklehurst, or Vicky Frobisher... so you think yourself weak, a failure, and worthy of guilt, recrimination, and blame."

"I don't-"

"You do," Luna spoke over him, for the first time he could ever remember, sounding more serious than he could recall, too, "You do it all the time, Harry. Not as much lately, and we have your Succubus to thank for that in large part, but you are doing it quite badly right now. If I am your friend, believe me when I say this: It is not your fault. It is Voldemort's fault, or possibly Theodore Nott's. He is rather an ass, from what I have heard."

Again, Harry snorted, then chuckled. He'd rarely interacted with the weedy-looking Slytherin. He had not been part of Draco Malfoy's gang, in fact they seemed to be rather more rivals, but nor was he friendly with Harry or his friends in any way. And yes, he was an ass. "Okay, but-"

"There are no butts here, Harry, except the two we are sitting on. Unless Stubby Boardman is under your Cloak, or the Lady of Dreams accompanied us in secret. Is she here?"

"No," Harry said, shaking his head, "but I-"

"Then no butts. There is no exception to my statement about you being guiltless, Harry. This. Is. Not. Your. Fault. At all. In any way. You have been superhuman in trying to right a wrong that you were not responsible for. Because of trickery, guile, and deceit, you were unable to do so. Move past it. Think about something better."

"Like what?" Harry growled, his mind unable to process more beyond the bare minimum of what the normally spacey girl was saying. "Quidditch, or Gobstones? I suppose the next Hogsmeade Visit will be fun, with people gawping at the site of two or three different murders!"

Luna let him get it out, then said quietly, "Well, you can think about how to prevent further kidnappings. I feel as if Nott is still in the school, somewhere. At least close by. And if there is a Horticulturalist or Vampire nearby, there is another threat to the school that must be dealt with. So put that marvelous brain of yours to use in figuring out a way to prevent more kidnappings, injuries, or deaths. Just as an example."

Harry blinked.

It was all he could do.

Fuck, she's right. Shit...

"I know I am," Luna smiled at him, seeming to read his mind, once again tranquil and serene, "I often am, when people least expect it. Which seems to be remarkably often, now that I think about it... perhaps I am a worthy Ravenclaw, after all."

Harry shook his head, grinning again, though a bit grimly, "Alright, so... I can do that. Any other brilliant ideas?"

"Well, it has been some time since you've had sex with anyone except the Lady of Dreams, and she has been approaching you, is that right?"

Harry found himself blushing, though he wasn't sure why. It wasn't like Luna hadn't told him on the night they'd first been together, just before the holiday they had only recently returned from, that she was fully willing to become part of the group. As well, judging by what she'd told him about her previous lovers, plural, before and during their love-making, she was hardly as innocent as she seemed. Yet he still turned red, felt his face heat at what was otherwise a fairly simple question, one he would've had no problems discussing with Ginny or Hermione, much less Lilith herself.

Really, any of the girls with Runes, or even Daphne or Tracey.

"Y- Yeah," Harry admitted after a few awkward moments. "I... I haven't been myself, since... we heard about the news from Dumbledore. That was the night of the feast, when we got back."

"The same night I learned, then."

Harry shrugged, "I s'pose. Listen, I... I know you're right, and I've been... neglecting the others. Neglecting Lilith."

"You have been neglecting yourself, Harry, and that is the part that worries us all."

He swallowed. It was hard to face.

Luna, for all her odd-ball good cheer and the way she so easily distracted him from his troubles was, as usual, spot on. She was a mirror, he decided, and perfectly happy to show him his own faults... but not in a cruel way, not at all. She showed him so that he could adjust. He did not like to think that, after all the progress he'd made on becoming a relatively healthy, well-adjusted individual after years of trauma and abuse, that he could so easily sink back into bad habits.

But he had, and it had taken Luna to show him.

Harry found himself smiling once again, but this time rather ruefully. "What would I do without you, Luna?"

She made a sort of humming sound, cocked her head to the other side, and said, "Probably languish in self-pity for a few more weeks, then get over it when you finally realized you were being rather silly."

He snorted. "Probably, that sounds about right. Thank you."

"Don't thank me," Luna said with a grin in his direction, the same sort of mysterious one she'd given him before they'd had sex in the Great Hall, "I have ulterior motives, after all."

Intrigued, Harry sat up in the chair. "Oh?"

"Indeed. I plan on getting thoroughly shagged tonight."

"I... see. And who's going to do that?"

"Well, I'm hoping you will, to start. And then I'd like to take you to meet my pleasure-friends. I did tell you it would be this month, and there's only one weekend left. We will have to hurry."

"Ah. Yes. Um... alright. It's going to be getting late, but I suppose we can fit it in."

"Oh, I can assure you, it will fit in," Luna giggled, and then reached up to begin pulling her robes from her shoulders. "It will fit in any hole... unless you make yourself quite large. But that's cheating. I would prefer the same size, or thereabouts, as you were on your first date, Harry."

Her intentions quite obvious to him this time (and again Harry cursed himself for missing the first few times she'd asked, although maybe not the very first, as she hadn't been ready then by her own admission), he joined her in stripping down to nothing as quickly as possible, even while the room changed around them, losing the chairs and tea set and table, replacing them with a simple, sheet-covered bed frame without a foot board, similar to the one he'd had in his dungeon bedroom before adding the rest.

Simple, efficient, effective, comfortable. Harry grinned. "Any hole, you say?"

"I would not mind all holes," Luna shrugged, "but remember that my previous partners have enjoyed all of them at once many times. At first, the bum was uncomfortable as well, but I grew to love it. I suspect I will enjoy it quite as much as vaginally when you do the same, Harry. It's entirely up to you when. Then same applies to my mouth. You'll find I have even less gag reflex than I hear Hermione does."

Harry froze for a moment, looking up at her with both half-dressed, him bent down to pull off his shoes. "That's... impressive."

Luna only shrugged, "Easily explained by the nature of my common partners, however. You'll understand when you meet them later. How would you like me first?"

"I think first I'd like to prove I enjoy going down on you, actually."

Treacle was his favorite, after all, and chocolate a close second.

"Alright. I'll lay down then, shall I?"

Harry watched as the younger girl climbed onto the bed, which currently had only a single, fitted sheet of beige coloration on it, then roll over and spread her legs a bit. Then she shifted further up, forcing Harry to chase her as she moved back again and again, a few inches at a time, until he was laying face-down and she was sitting against the headboard.

When she could go no further, an amused Harry grabbed the girl by her thick, muscled thighs, wrapping both arms around them, and then leaned in, looking up to watch Luna's reaction. She was bent at the stomach, her spine arching to let him still lick at her pussy while she was sitting mostly upright otherwise, but it didn't seem to bother the girl.

Or maybe she was too distracted by pleasure as his tongue lashed repeatedly around her outer folds, moving in slowly just as he had done last time in the Great Hall. "Mm... that's very nice, Harry. Keep doing that."

"My pleasure," he spoke against her nether lips, one hand releasing her thigh to reach up and grope her breasts, one after the other. He was already tracing letters and runes on Luna's folds, relishing the brief flashes of her flavor as his tongue crossed over her moistened core, either large ones that took up the entire space between her legs, or tiny ones that even Hermione could not have matched with a quill-tip, the thick end of his tongue crossing the same area dozens of times with each rune-set he 'wrote' on her flesh.

Only a scant minute or two in, Luna sighed and leaned back onto her elbows after a bit, coaxing him to go faster, "Harry, make me cum on your mouth, please... I'd like to orgasm now."

"Impatient," he teased, but then pulled the witch's clit and hood between his lips with a bit of suction, and used his tongue to thrash the underside of it, the part almost never touched.

Almost at once, Luna's eyes rolled back in her head. Her thighs vibrated furiously on either side of him as she began to convulse, clearly taken by surprise at how forceful her climax was. Harry slowed progressively as it continued, and the girl squirted twice against his chin and lower lip as she experienced not just one, but three orgasms in quick succession from the unusual treatment, before Harry's slowing pace backed off completely.

"Huh... that's a new spot," Harry grinned into Luna's now sopping pussy, and pressed a soft kiss to her clit again before pushing up onto his arms and leaning in to kiss Luna.

She sighed into it, the arm not still massaging her tits going around his head to pull him in closer. "Friends don't kiss friends like that," she sighed as they broke apart, her flavor fresh on her own tongue thanks to him. Now both of their chins were wet, too.

"Lovers do, and lovers can be friends," Harry told her.

"Hm... yes, that sounds right. Very well, Harry. We can kiss again, and still remain friends."

"Love to."

He did, more gently, before nibbling on her lower lip and pulling it away. Luna cooed and whimpered just before he let go. "Now... I think I'd like it if you kissed a different part of me, Luna."

"Oh. Well... alright. But I'm far more used to just having my mouth fucked."

"I'm sure you'll do fine. And if not... I can do that, too. Would you like that?"

Luna responded by pushing him away from her, following until Harry was on his back instead, and she knelt between his legs. "I already said that you could put your penis wherever you wanted in me, Harry. After that tongue-lashing, I think I need to be scolded more... I also think that you've earned anything I can do for you."

"That good, huh?"

"The very best I've had," Luna told him seriously, before wrapping a hand around his base and leaning in to lick his balls. She pumped slowly, luxuriating in the feel of him in her hand while her tongue worked on him, in turn.

Harry appreciated every moment. Even Lilith might struggle to make him feel better with a hand than Luna did seemingly without any effort on her end. Obviously, she was not wet and didn't cover him, but somehow, one small, long-fingered hand was enough to make him feel truly delightful, and Harry had to wonder if she was even better at getting him off that way than he was.

Somehow, she seemed to know intuitively what to do to urge him closer to the edge with every stroke. But she never pushed him over, her speed and grip slowing whenever he got too close, though her tongue kept licking at his scrotum, above, below, beneath, and even at the bottom of his penis below that. Only after she'd been bathing him like a cat for several minutes did Luna start to rise, slathering her smooth, moistened tongue over his dick itself, back and forth, higher and higher still, until she reached the head, where she teased the perineum for several seconds, and Harry felt like he might burst.

"Put it in," he groaned as she did that, bucking slightly against her lips.

Luna grinned, slapped her lips a few times with his dick, then started peppering more kisses around his head, then down each side, alternating left and right, until reaching his sack again. "Why? I thought you wanted to see my blow-job technique, Harry."

"This isn't a blow-job, this is torture," Harry told her. "Bloody brilliant torture, but I couldn't cum like this. Not without cheating."

"If you want to spray it on my face, cheat," Luna shrugged nonchalantly. "But you kissed my genitals for quite some time, I think it only right that I return the favor. I'll stop when you finish, or when the time is equal."

Harry groaned. Is it worth it...?

No. He waited, letting the girl continue to tease and lick him, pumping occasionally but never quite putting his dick in her mouth, for nearly twenty minutes. "I think that's fair," Luna said after some clock he could not hear triggered her, "Now I can let you fuck my face."

Luna finally opened her mouth to him, leaned forward slightly with her back hunched to help with the angle, and then dropped her entire mouth and throat onto him, bottoming out at once.

"Oh, fuck," Harry groaned at the sudden increase in stimulation. Hermione and Lilith could both deep-throat him easily, but the witch couldn't do it at this angle, and the Succubus had to change her form a bit to do so. Yet Luna, smaller than the human girl and only a little bigger than the child-sized Lilith, had done so fully in one go, without even practicing.

Then she stopped moving, her lips wrapped around his base, her tongue moving gently around him, but otherwise just... laying there.

It took Harry a moment to figure out why. "Er... Luna? You okay?"

She nodded, but didn't take herself off of him. Instead, Luna reached up with the hand not supporting her to move her hair out of the way so he could see her beautiful blue eyes looking up at him across his stomach. "Fmmf Mffeh."

"Wh- What? I can't understand you."

Even in that position, he saw Luna's eyes crinkle into an amused smile. She pulled off, not even breathing hard despite having had him balls-deep in her throat for over a minute, "I said fuck me, Harry. Use my mouth like a pussy. I'd like to taste your semen, now."

Then she leaned down again, and repeated the gesture, burying his entire ten-plus inches in her head and throat.

"Oh... my... gods," Harry panted as she swallowed once, then shifted her knees inward to sit on them, instead, and used the freed-up hand to gently knead his scrotum. "You're fucking serious, aren't you?"

Hermione could, as had been stated, get throat-fucked ridiculously well, but she claimed to enjoy doing the work herself more. She liked being the active one, the one bringing a bloke pleasure. Luna, equally capable or maybe even more in that regard, seemed to prefer letting him be active, instead.

If that's what she wants...

So Harry fisted one hand in Luna's thick, dirty-blonde hair, while the other rested at the back of her head, and then thrust up with his hips. She bounced against him, but made no sign of protest, or even discomfort. Not a single noise, aside from the gag-like, pleghp as air was forced out of her throat and then let back in.

Luna squirmed a bit, twisting her head on his length, then let her hair go for a moment to send a single, clear gesture. "Keep going."

"You're amazing," Harry groaned again, and continued holding her head still while he humped up into her.

His cock bent a little backward as he pushed fully in, but Luna's posture and position were apparently designed to let him do exactly as he was doing, use her oral cavity and upper digestive tract as a fuck-toy. And it was sensational, glorious to feel and experience. Her throat wasn't nearly as tight as most others he'd been in. In fact, it seemed well used to stretching to accommodate a phallus for as far down as he could reach, but Luna was still swallowing around him, coaxing more pleasure from his body. Her lips maintained a tight suction, too, only occasionally releasing to let her take a breath as he fucked her face hard and fast, slamming her head down into his hips as he pumped harder and harder.

When he came, it was with a roar of release and tsunami of satisfaction that made Harry think he could die content in that moment. She seemed to have no problems with Harry spilling huge gouts of whiteness into her esophagus. After his release began to subside, Harry let his trembling hands fall from his companion's head, but she stayed there a few seconds longer, rotating her head around his shaft a few more times before closing her mouth on him even tighter, and sucking for the first time as she slowly slid off.

Harry felt like she'd teased out, in that last motion, another mini orgasm of his own, along with a tablespoon or so of cum that'd been left in his shaft. Luna tossed her hair back once more, then opened her mouth to show him the leavings, and swallowed that with a quite pleased-looking grin. Now, she was breathing a bit faster, but not nearly as hard as he was.

"That was fun," Luna giggled, leaning down to kiss his tip once before sliding up his body, dragging her D-cups against his skin to kiss him on the mouth again, too. "But we should get going. You can use more of me later."

"You are so amazing," Harry groaned as the girl then slid sideways, off the bed, and started reaching for her clothing.

"Thank you, Harry. You are a rather skilled lover yourself. I can't wait to have you in all my holes. Perhaps some time after I get a Rune-set, you can grow two cocks and stuff both of the lower two at once."

Harry groaned, feeling his member swiftly growing back to full at the thought of it. "Yeah... yeah, I think I will. I've done it before, it, uh... it's pretty spectacular."

"Poo. I'd hoped I would be first. Still, I'm sure I'll enjoy it all the same. Are you getting dressed?"

"I guess," Harry chuckled, "but we could totally stay here and do another round. Or three."

"I would like to introduce you to the ones that took my virginities, remember?"

"Oh, yeah. I forgot. Seems you sucked the plan right out of me."

"Maybe I did. Maybe I will next time, too. Hurry, please."

With that tempting thought, he had little choice but to obey.

Harry followed Luna out of the Room of Requirement and down seven flights of stairs, pausing only for a few moments to pull his Invisibility Cloak from his robes and throw it over their shoulders. As slight as she was, the cloth still just dusted the floor with both of them inside it now. Luna smiled up at him as she took a section in her hand, pulling it around her body to better hide both from the side.

A few seconds later they passed through the entrance hall and out onto the front stairs of Hogwarts. Harry's mind suddenly flashed to darker moments a few days earlier, and the wizard's eyes scanned the cracked, worn stone blocks, but found no sign of blood through the star and moonlight, or even that streaming through the still-open door behind them. There was a suspiciously clean area, roughly circular, a little toward the south side of the stairs, though. "That's where they found Vicky's body," he murmured.

Luna followed his gaze and answered softly, "I'd imagine so."

The Ravenclaw did not stop or slow down however, but Harry could see her eyes sweep the area as they passed, too. He gave the lighter, scoured spot another quick glance, hoping to find some clue or trace that he and the other investigators might have missed. Perhaps a tiny fleck of blood?

There was nothing new to be seen, nothing out of place, aside from the brighter-looking stone. As they stepped from the stairs themselves onto the flagstone path, Luna sent Harry a concerned glance even as her pace quickened a little, "I can't say I knew Vicky well, but there is no echo of her here that I can sense."

"Huh? Echo? What do you mean?"

"The echo that the soul of someone experiencing strong emotions as they died would leave on a place, of course."

"Not sure I follow," Harry admitted. Luna had been odd for the entire year and a half he'd known her. It was an endearing trait to him. But for all her fanciful creatures and unusual beliefs, Harry had never heard her talk about souls like that.

Any doubts he might have had about their existence had faded as soon as he had learned about Horcruxes from Dumbledore, though. It stood to reason: If Horcruxes worked by housing a fragment of a soul, then souls must exist. Ghosts, once something he had suspected as being a sort of psychic imprint, had suddenly become more real to him than they had ever been before- and he'd befriended one in his second year of Hogwarts. But since you could not split nothing, not even with magic... but he trusted Dumbledore, and the old wizard had spoken too often of Souls themselves in that meeting earlier in the year when he had told Harry and Lilith 'everything', and then again when they had brought him Slughorn's true memory.

Far more than the mere shades that had come from Voldemort's wand in the graveyard of Little Hangleton, too, a soul was, as far as Harry could tell, an actual, real part of a person. No memory, no imprint, no echo, but an intrinsic part of what separated the living from the dead, as ephemeral as they seemed to be.

Dementors, too, had almost rendered Harry himself soulless on more than one occasion. He had physically seen something being pulled from Hermione and later Sirius' mouths before the Patronus he had thought belonged to his father had driven them all off, saving them in his third year. Only after learning about the Horcruxes had Harry truly begun to associate that light with a soul, though in retrospect all the clues had been there as soon as he'd first heard about the Dementor's Kiss.

That left him with a burning question that Harry asked as they passed through the worn menhir and Luna led him onto the sloping, flag-stone staired trail that would take them to Hagrid's Hut and beyond that to the Forbidden Forest. "What does that mean, though? That there was no... what did you call it? An Echo?"

Luna looked up at him, considering for a moment, her pace slowing again in her distraction. "It could mean several things, I suppose. But I think the most likely is that Vicky was killed somewhere other than the stairs, and at an earlier time. I've read that the soul can linger briefly in a body after death, but rarely longer than an hour. So I would think that Vicky Frobisher was killed at least an hour, possibly much longer given the rumored state of decay her body was in, before her remains were left on the castle steps."

Harry snorted with dark amusement, "You know more than you let on sometimes, don't you?"

In response, the girl beamed up at him, her blue eyes twinkling and shining, then increased her pace again.

Luna Lovegood did not lead Harry to Hagrid's, for which he was grateful. As much as a part of him appreciated imagining the half-giant enjoying Lilith's particular brand of ministration, he did not want Luna to have experienced her first sexual encounters with him. Or Grawp, he thought grimly as she continued on sure steps to lead him into the forest itself, heedless of the late hour or darkness ahead.

Perhaps fifty feet into the tree line, she stopped and stepped out of the cloak, and held it open for Harry to more easily shrug it off as well. "We won't need this now, until we come back."

"Er, al- alright. You aren't worried about the- the spiders? I think they're Acromantula. Or Hagrid? Centaurs?"

With a knowing smile, Luna shook her had and waited with a tapping foot as Harry rolled up the cloak impossibly small as always and pushed it into his pocket. "I think we will be fine. I've been coming here since I was thirteen. The route is not dangerous, and we aren't going that far in. Barely beyond earshot, so I have to be careful to keep myself from moaning too loud, sometimes. I'm afraid I've woken up Hagrid more than once."

Harry frowned at Luna, but found himself mesmerized by her petite, swaying backside as he followed her cheerful, bouncing steps down a trail he had others in his class had once followed to meet Thestrals, and later the previous year, Hagrid's half-brother, the stunted giant, Grawp.

Again, Harry grew worried, but quickly realized that no, the math didn't add up. Grawp would not have been in England, much less at Hogwarts, when Luna was thirteen. She was a little less than a year younger than him, so that would have been in his fourth year, and he hadn't met Grawp until the year after that.

A little while later, Luna hooked down a smaller, barely-visible game trail off the path leading to the half-giant, and he grew more concerned. Now, if he was right, they were following more or less parallel to the edge of the forest, along the river that fed the black lake in the direction away from Hogsmeade Village. He'd never been in this part of the forest, but at least it was also further away from Aragog's colony. He had no fear of spiders, unlike Ron, but he could happily avoid that place for the rest of his life, thanks.

The pair continued following the path for a good twenty minutes, curving slowly toward the north, before Luna stopped abruptly enough that Harry actually ran into her, making Luna stumble a half-step forward. Then she turned to look at him, her face serious, but her eyes shining in the scant light that filtered through the forest canopy. "Harry, you must listen to what I am going to tell you. There are three key points you need to understand before we go any further."

"Er, okay," he nodded.

"First, I do this- I have always done this- with consent and knowledge of what I was 'getting into'. I have never been forced here."

"Al- Alright, that's- uh, that's good to know." The worry was suddenly back, full force, though for reasons Harry could not quite define.

"Second, while I will be very happy if you ejaculate in whatever orifices you desire tonight, whether mine or another's, I must ask that you keep your clothing on for the most part."

"Er... Okay, now I'm really confused."

She gave him another mysterious little smile and elaborated, "They are... not picky. Clothing will help to keep you from doing things you would not otherwise be willing to do. Please trust me on that. And keep your mouth shut, too. No talking."

"But-"

"Third," Luna interrupted, raising a finger to his lips, "If the sun begins to rise and I am still engaged, please remove me from this place and help me return to the castle. I would not like to miss breakfast again simply because I am... caught up in things."

Harry blinked. Of all her requests this night, that was perhaps the strangest, if the most straight-forward. "Er, alright. I- I can do that."

Again, Luna smiled at him, "Lastly, enjoy yourself. I know I will."

Then, despite her own warnings for him to leave his clothes on, Luna quickly began stripping out of the robes she had hastily thrown on before they had left the Room of Requirement, leaned up to press her delicious, tiny but full-chested body against his, and kissed him softly, "Let's go meet my fuck-friends."

The clearing, as far as Harry could tell, was largely empty. Twenty feet or so across, almost perfectly circular, the only things littering the ground were pine cones, seeds, and leaves of the trees nearby, most of which seemed quite vibrant and healthy, though caught up in the mid-winter season. In deference to that weather, Luna had left on her shoes and socks, but seemed unperturbed by the cold as she walked across the lightly snow-dusted ground toward the only true feature in the middle of the clearing: a large flower-bud that stood perhaps at Harry's own elbow height, or to Luna's shoulders. It was wrapped in thick, spiny green leaves, but still showed a bit of purple color that shone oddly in the now much more clear light from the heavens.

Something about the flower, closed as it was in winter but gigantic, seemed familiar to Harry, but he could not place it in that moment. Another twinge occurred to him as the girl stepped closer, and lifted her right hand to rest it on the folded petals of the flower itself, then whispered something he could not quite make out. Harry stepped closer, a question on his lips, before he remembered her admonition not to speak.

Then he noticed the flower start to open slowly, and from the base, which rested on a short, very thick stalk just a few inches over the ground, vines began to move and twist, twining and searching over the snow and ground, as if looking for... something.

Heat, he realized after a moment, when even the ones from the far side of the plant began to turn and move toward Luna as the first, nearest ones reached her shoes and began to rise.

They slithered, snake-like, in slow motion up her body as the blonde girl turned slowly to face Harry, a beatific smile on her face that belied what could have been a nightmare scenario for most girls. "Wait just a few more moments, Harry," Luna chirped, and one of the vines crested high enough to circle the point where her thigh met her groin, and she sighed, letting her eyes drift closed. "Watch, don't talk. I'll probably be too distracted to remind you in a moment, but when or if you want to join, simply pull- pull one out and replace it quickly with yourself."

"Pull one-" he asked, "wait, Luna, are you letting the plant do it?"

"Ssh," she said a last time, smiling, and then let out a quick gasp and shudder as her body was suddenly penetrated by the tip of that first, highest vine. "Yes, I missed you, Alra," she cooed in response to nothing Harry could hear, "and I brought a friend. But you can't penetrate him. No, he won't like it, I'm sure. Yes, you can always enjoy me, of course."

The first vine that had shot into Luna's pussy smoothly and easily began to swell and pump, twisting inside her as it withdrew part-way and pushed back in. Harry felt his own cock stir in response to the sight. It was both horrifying and oddly erotic, watching the tiny girl be pleasured by a strange plant, like some green tentacled beast of the sort Dudley occasionally liked to watch on his computer before Harry had introduced him to Jill and Penny, the two girls that lived at Number Twelve, Privet Drive.

Over the next thirty or so seconds, more of the tentacle-like vines slithered toward Luna and began to crawl their way up her legs, twining up and around her until, with a slight squeak of surprise from the blonde girl, she was lifted entirely off the ground by a mass of them that had circled her thighs and waist. They held her upright with her toes a few inches over the snow-pack, and Luna sighed in pleasure as the vine in her tight little cunt throbbed again before it started moving faster. Even as it did, the thicker vines around the girl's legs pulled them apart until the witch looked like she was squatting with her legs wide open, almost like those American cheerleaders would do at their strange soccer (or was it football, over there?) games, when they would crouch with their knees wide and thrust their pelvis out.

Just as Harry had that thought, his imagination played out before him in real time as two more vines made their serpentine way around Luna's wrists and pulled her off-balance backward, just enough that her crotch was aimed nearly perfectly in his direction as the girl herself began humping back in counterpoint to the vine's work in her pussy. That's... really disturbing. She's basically getting assaulted by a... plant. But it's also pretty hot, I have to admit, Harry thought to himself, then repeated it with a bit more force, intending to send the message to Lilith up at the Castle.

A powerful emotion of shock and pleasure combined accompanied her mental reply, "Really, Master? The Childe of the Moon is getting off- has been getting off- to plants for... possibly years? I've been in her dreams for ten months, and she's kept that hidden from me, the kinky little devil. Heh... well, you know what I say. Fuck 'em both if you want, but I need to have a serious talk with that girl. I hope you bring her in fully soon."

"Well, I can't make any promises," he sent back, "but if this plays out like I expect it to, and she wasn't lying about what she told me before, that will happen sooner rather than later. We're months behind on bringing in others, though. I'd planned on doing Parvati, maybe her twin sister Padma, Daphne, Tracey, and Susan all before Yule, but we didn't make that goal."

"There's time... unless your Dark Lord, or his servants make a move of course. Perhaps you're right, Master. I'm full of energy these days, so I don't see why we can't do a few at least in short order. I'll bring it up with your friends while you're out tonight. Have fun with the Moon Childe and her deviant little ways."

I intend to, Harry thought with a grin, both his own benefit and the Succubus'. He'd very much enjoyed Luna their first time together after Slughorn's party, and even an hour or so ago in the Room of Requirement she had satisfied him very well (and he hoped he had been good for her too). Even thinking about it now, just a short time later, he ached to give the tiny girl another creampie. Maybe this time, in addition to her perfect little cunt, he could do it in her arse, too. She seemed to want to.

Again, what Harry was thinking about happened, though not in the way he had expected. Luna, humping in the air before him, naked except for her socks and shoes, squealed as another vine shot upward into the air and prodded for just a moment below the first one she was fucking, then let out a louder yelp of pleasure and pain combined as it pushed past her anus forcefully. "Oh, Circe," the witch cried, "Yes, Alra! Fuck my arse, fuck it hard! Make me cum from two of you!"

The wizard's dick throbbed in his trousers again at her words. He couldn't really see the lower vine that well since it was a bit below the one in the girl he had once thought was so innocent too, but Harry suddenly wanted a much better view of her being double-penetrated by two of the thick, snake-like ropes, and stepped forward several paces until he was just past arm's-reach from her feet. "Mmm, watch me, Harry," Luna cooed suddenly, and he looked up to see her staring down her own body between her breasts, which hung to the side around her ribs just a little at this angle but were already swaying and swinging in circles with the rapid-fire thrusting of the two vines abusing her body. "Watch me get fucked by Alra!"

"I am," he told her, then slapped his mouth shut as one of the dozen or so vines that were neither holding Luna up or ravaging her suddenly darted toward his open mouth. It stopped as if confused a few inches away from his rapidly paling face, then began to weave, snake-like, through the air in a figure eight for a few seconds. Afterward, it slowly turned like it had fallen prey to a snake-charmer and slithered back toward the blonde. "Yes, yes," Luna hissed as she spotted it, somehow, while bouncing wildly through the winter night air, her hands grasping at nothing while she was bound and apparently thoroughly enjoying the entire experience, "Use my mouth, too, Alra! Harry doesn't like it, but I do, I do!"

He was given a glimpse of what fate might have awaited him if he'd closed his mouth a moment later when that very vine circled Luna's throat lightly, then moved to prod at her lips. The wanton little witch opened her mouth wide, and then made a soft gagging sound as he started to gape, careful only to keep his lips sealed while doing it.

No fewer than two feet of the tentacle shoved itself into Luna's mouth all at once, smooth and fast, and he watched the same tentacle just a little further down stretch in the coil around her neck as it was forced tighter. He could see too where it made the girl's body swell and move to her clavicle, and a few moments later, almost gasped again as he saw a brief swelling in her stomach, just below Luna's visible lower ribs, before that spot began to pulse rapidly in time with what he now knew was the tentacle's thrusts in and out of her mouth.

Merlin, I hope she's okay, Harry thought, genuinely concerned. The flower's vines were now in her arse, pussy, and mouth all at once, but it seemed Luna was not quite done yet. Another, smaller, thinner one suddenly flew around her right tit too, squeezing it from the base so that it swelled and started to darken with cut-off circulation, before the little tip of it flicked and prodded at the swollen, very engorged nipple.

"Moff Goffrrm!" he heard Luna try and say, her brilliant blue eyes wide-open and staring at the star-lit sky.

He had no idea what she was trying to say, but Harry was tired of waiting. With a quiet zip, Harry pulled out his own swollen member and started stroking it as the first vine sent three swollen bits up its length. He traced them with his eyes until they reached Luna's dripping, red cunt which was forced even wider as she let out another tightly-muffled scream and her body spasmed almost like she was being electrocuted. At the same time, a viscous, custard-colored cream shot out from within her, no doubt jettisoned from some unseen hole or holes in the vine.

Harry groaned in no small amount of jealousy, his own sound still carefully hidden behind closed lips as the hand on his dick sped up. He wanted to cum in the girl! But there's time for that, he reminded himself. Luna would soon, if all went as he wanted and hoped, be Rune-gifted and able to climax as much as she wanted without feeling exhausted afterward.

Its ejaculation finished, the fine withdrew, letting what looked like at least a pint of the same slightly yellow cream fall onto the snow below Luna. But a moment later another fine took its place, pumping immediately even as more of the cream was forced out by its actions. There was no way, Harry realized, that the plant-creature had been able to do this to Luna for months without some kind of damage.

Fuck, she'll probably never have children, as small as she is, taking three things like that in her all the time, and one after another after another, too! But she seems to really be loving it.

Harry wasn't sure what to feel about that realization.

Do I even want to have a kid with Luna? I mean, I like her. We're good friends, I think, and she's certainly beautiful, and a good lay. But... a child?

He wasn't sure he could see it. Wasn't sure it was possible, even, given the abuse her body was enduring. She said she was doing this since her third year, so... about two years, give or take six months, I guess, and didn't she also say she came here a couple of times a week, almost every week? Damn, no wonder she's taking it so well. But still- that's gotta be rough. I don't know if even Ron and I double-teaming someone would make them shake like that. Maybe me and Lils...

Harry shuddered as he felt an orgasm, unusual drawn by hand and lust alone, begin to approach. He grinned too as he stepped in a little closer, and started humping his hips into his grip, unconsciously mirroring the thrusts of the vines into Luna's body. The tendril in her arse suddenly swelled with a trio of fluid-filled bursts, and then more of the same vaguely sweet, almost honey-scented cream shot out of the witch's rear hole around the vine as well.

That was enough to trigger not just Harry's climax, but the vine above it in her cunt, too, though it had only been inside for a few minutes. As his long, slow strokes continued to slick around his hand and always-ready cock, the second rope in Luna's pussy slowly withdrew, and Harry reached out with his spare left hand to grab at the top of the next one already ready to take its place. "Uh, uh," he grunted through clenched teeth, "Mfy trmf."

No other vines moved in, though several now swayed angrily around them, but the moment Harry stepped between Luna's legs and pushed inside her, another squeal left her body around the tentacle there, which started moving faster in her throat. He felt, just a few seconds after that, another, thicker, more bulb-tipped vine enter Luna's ass and start filling it rapidly again, providing even more sensation for his highly-sensitive, overused dick. Harry groaned, leaned into suckle Luna's unmolested tit, and started thrusting.

Luna liked to be used, it seemed, and Harry was happy to oblige.

As turned on as he was by the strange eroticism of the scene, Harry only rutted at Luna for a couple of minutes, just long enough for the vines holding her aloft to start thrusting her body downward in time with his, then lifting again as he withdrew. The increased effective pace and the sticky, gooey yellow cream that Harry had pushed past (and he was no stranger now to sloppy seconds, so the idea no longer weirded him out as it once had) seemed to both warm his skin even more than Luna's steaming-hot body did, at the same time as it caused a pleasant tingling everywhere it touched. I bet that feels spectacular deep in a pussy... I might have to let Iris come play one of these nights. Maybe when it's warmer.

But despite the thought, Harry knew he wasn't the least bit cold. The temperature in the Forbidden Forest was often chilly even in summer thanks to the shade, but in late January, at night? It had to be frigid. He still did not really feel it aside from a vague sense that it was 'cold out'. Either my body's adapted, like Lilith's does naturally, or I just don't feel the temperature as much any more. Either way, it's nice. No more need for warming charms.

Almost leisurely, Harry started humping the moment his ejaculation was complete, his fluids mixing in with the plant's cream inside Luna's open and eager womb. But neither the witch nor the plant were having anything of his slow pace. Instead, still quite erect, the vines moved her on him with even more speed, until Luna's heavy, full tits bounced and rolled in the air, and her hair seemed simultaneously suspended in the air, floating, or being yanked downward by her body's rise.

Harry watched as the vine in the witch's mouth and throat began moving three large, swollen bulbs of fluid down their length too, all the way from below the massive bud, up through the air, and down again to force the blonde's mouth open even wider with each bulge that passed. Her throat swelled too, and Harry groaned at the ease with which the petite girl took it. He could even swear that each pulse the vine unleashed in Luna's stomach, he could feel with the tip of his cock as it was buried in her, the reverberations through her body quite obvious.

Eventually, grinning in bliss, Harry decided to simply stand there and let the vines do the work, masturbating both him and Luna with each other's genitals, even while one vine after another unloaded more and more of the cream into her arse and stomach. When he had climaxed again, Harry stepped back, waved more of the vines on, and then watched as another immediately plunged right back into her now gaping cunt.

Shortly after, a second of the narrower, twisting vines that circled Luna's breast joined on the other side, and a third snaked around her waist before opening wide, flower-like almost, to settle around her tiny, half-exposed clit.

Luna jerked and spasmed in the air, clearly lost in the throes of ecstasy, but still the vines continued using her, her cries of passion and pleasure muffled by the thick green rope in her throat. After several minutes of idly stroking himself to the highly arousing sight, Harry noticed a new type of vine, a little thicker than the thin ones but not nearly as wide as the larger ones, crawling not toward Luna, but toward him, where he now stood in the snow a few feet away.

It did not rise in the air until it was just a few inches away, and did so again like a charmed serpent, up to the level of his crotch. "Noff whay," he tried to sound through clenched teeth. Not even a tiny one was going in his dick, and certainly not that thing- it was almost as thick as he was!

But the plant, it seemed, had other plans. Unseen by him, six vines had gotten behind him while he stared at Luna. Two each circled his knees, and two more just above and below each elbow. They yanked him into the air too, but only far enough that he could not touch the ground. "Mmfnnng!"

He struggled, but even his enhanced strength did not seem to be enough, for the vines simply twisted and swung in the air, adjusting and moving with him.

Then the mid-sized vine, like the smaller ones, opened at the tip like an iris, spinning and twirling as the petals released into soft, wide, leaf-like flanges. Shit, it's not letting go, but- is- is that hollow? I mean I guess it has to be for the fluid to move, but... what-

The vine closed around his dick, and Harry's struggles immediately lessened. "Oh, Merlin," he grunted, before slamming his mouth shut again.

This particular vine was not thrusting. It was pulling, tugging and squirming around him almost like... like Lilith's throat, when the... the thing, whatever it was, she transformed her body into from her world...

"Extakkrithamvfflaggrothm, Master," Lilith's mental voice sent to him, "Are you in danger? You seem... confused. You're outside the castle, too. That's weird."

Only just remembering when she sent her own reply that they could communicate that way, Harry focused for a moment, which seemed strangely difficult as he was being pleasured quite thoroughly yet again, "I... I think I'm okay? It's... the same... magical creature. Or plant. I'll have Luna show you later, I- fuck. It feels really good. I don't think I'm in danger..."

"Alright, Master. Call if you need me. I won't be far. Some of the boys in the castle have been naughty... and the girls, too. Lots to eat!"

Harry felt the twisting tightness of the vine, which was warmer than the outside air but nowhere near a body's temperature, grow little nodules inside as it moved, making it even more like the strange creature from Lilith's world. It feels an awful lot like her sucking me off that way, actually... and... yeah... it can definitely, absolutely make me cum!

For the fifth time in a couple of hours, Harry sent a load outward, but this time it was the vine that took it in, rather than sending it out. It did not stop, though, but moved all nine pulses, much smaller than its own but more numerous, inward at a rapid pace. He was still hard... it still felt amazing, and Luna looked so scrumptious being ravaged by not just three vines, but four now with two in her tight little pussy...

Harry might have been distracted, but there was no way he could miss the petals of the huge blossom shiver, shaking off snow and frost, and then slowly open, one petal at a time, until they were wide, laying over leaf and white-dusted ground. Even more so, he could not have missed the humanoid, but very clearly not human figure that stood from a near-fetal position in the center of where the bulb had been.

She was... female. That was obvious. Four or five feet tall, at the most, if Harry's distracted brain measured right, just a little shorter than Luna. Maybe thirty pounds lighter, even more slender, elfin of features. She had breasts, but no areolae. A slit between her legs, but no hair, anywhere on her body that he could see. Instead, from the top of the- the plant-girl, for lack of a better word's- head, a much smaller blossom like the one she had just stepped off of grew, with a few pistils and stamen sprouting from it. Behind her, too, Harry could see a vine, six inches or more thick, stretching from somewhere behind her to the base of the now open flower as the plant-girl stepped toward him.

Her features seemed almost fluid, or not quite defined, but as she moved on dainty feet that barely left tracks in the snow toward him, Harry could see that she did in fact gain darker spots at the tips of her breasts but not quite nipples, and the once blank, featureless 'face' grew a simple nose shape, two eyes, more clearly defined but very much not human for they had no iris, pupil, or sclera but were framed by lids of the same botanic material as the rest of her, and plump, full, pine-green lips several shades darker than the rest of her leaf-green skin. Flesh. Whatever it is.

The little creature stopped a few inches from Harry, cocked its head as it looked up, observing him for a moment, then back down at the place its own vine was still trying to milk another load from him. It was one that Harry was growing increasingly happy to provide, despite what should have been a level of tiredness even he wasn't used to.

Concepts moved into his mind. Images and thoughts completely alien in format, understandable only by the basest of idea. If he were not increasingly adept at communicating mentally, Harry would have had no idea whatsoever how to even interpret what was suddenly happening. Too, the ideas were muffled, indistinct.

Then the tiny little creature rose into the air two feet, floating up in an almost angelic way as she was lifted by the thick vine coming from her back, and shot forward to kiss him.

Harry let his mouth open by instinct, and the moment he did, he coughed as a little something, hard, seed-like, hit the back of his throat and was swallowed on reflex.

He tried to fight once more, to cough it up, but the vines were still holding him tightly. Harry thought that maybe, just maybe, if he used all his strength he could resist, that the vines would not be able to take that, but he did not truly wish to harm this... thing. Whatever it was, it had brought both Luna and he a fair bit of pleasure, and had not really hurt him.

It wasn't like it was raping his mouth with a vine. Yet.

After a few seconds of kissing him almost woodenly (and Harry hated that he thought of the pun at once), the creature withdrew and settled on the snow once more. Behind her and to Harry's right, Luna spasmed in another climax, one of many, as the vines continued using her body, swapping out each time one finished inside her. There was a queue still, and Harry only then realized that there were no vines that seemed sated. Each one spilled itself, then was ready again just a few moments later.

Just like the one milking him.

Another concept hit his mind, but it was clearer, accompanied by cows, white fluid in bottles and bags, school lunch drinks in primary, and... Milk.

She smiled up at him, showing oddly well-defined, but still wooden, teeth and a tongue made of the same colored, smooth-feeling flesh that formed the petals of the larger plant, or adorned her head. Milk. Good. You.

Good equated to pleasure, such as what Luna was feeling, or the plant did, with either pumping into the witch, or milking him.

"You" was an easy enough concept for anything with a modicum of self-awareness, which the plant-creature clearly displayed.

But still, it shook its head and frowned in an oddly humanlike gesture, then raised a half-formed hand to its face. Fingers became more clear over a few moments, then it pointed first at Harry. You.

Then sent, Milk. Good. Another point, this time at itself, Me.

You, milk, good, me. Me good, you... There was a pause, and the head cocked once more as images of seasons, the sun rising, falling, and setting. Time passing, Harry thought, then understood as another concept followed, more clearly. Me good, you wait, give milk.

But not just a few cows and heavy, swollen breasts. By the thousands, tens of thousands.

Two more images as his eyes widened, and another point at itself, Me, growth. You milk give, me growth.

He frowned, but did not dare open his mouth. With a grunt, he brought his right hand toward them, and held his fingers a short distance apart, struggling against the vines, and tried to think, "A small amount... yes."

It was the best he could do, but the plant, after a few moments to think about it, seemed to agree for it smiled again, and sent back, Good. Pleasure. This good. You pleasure, me grow.

As it forced another climax from him, Harry could only sigh in pleasure. There were worse ways to spend a sleepless night then one orgasm after another, he decided, even if doing it with a plant was a bit new.

But after that 'milking', it seemed the creature had other ideas, for the vine withdrew.

"Wait, what? I wasn't done."

No, he was a Contractor. He had at least a dozen more climaxes in him before he was spent, if he wanted to.

But the plant-girl smiled again, then stepped in and opened her mouth wide.

Oh, fuck... that's weird, but... different. Her tongue is like felt, and so fucking soft... cold blowjobs are weird, but damn. That feels pretty good. No gag reflex either, just like Luna...

The green girl sucked and bobbed on Harry's long shaft for several minutes, and he let another two rounds of white 'milk' feed her directly before the girl pulled away once more, now grinning widely even while the inside of her 'mouth', or whatever it really was, was flooded with his seed, just as thick and virile as ever. Good. You milk good. Strong. Grow strong, grow fast, small time grow. More. More seed-milk. Seeds and sprouts.

Harry groaned as he realized what she wanted, but it was strangely hot, and he was bound, so... "Eh, whatever, just fuck me," he grunted.

The plant girl grinned back at him, then lifted into the air and settled against his chest. She kissed him again, but didn't let a single drop of his own semen leave her mouth, for which he was a bit grateful, then lowered her humanoid body onto his dick.

Like her mouth, the girl's nether hole was definitely not human. It was even alien, he decided, but definitely pleasurable. The same milky yellow cream seemed to emanate from it, providing a tingling, hyper-sensitivity to Harry's cock as she raised and lowered, much as the vines had done with Luna before her. Harry let her ride, and ride, until he was nearly there, and as he peaked, he reached out, yanking free of one vine and pulling the other with him, as he smashed the plant-girl to his body and started thrusting on his own.

Rough, hard, fast. He was done being passive.

This creature was delicious, tantalizing, a skilled lover, but he was in charge here, and it was time to show it.

She was two thirds of his mass at best, so even attached to the vine, Harry bore her to the ground with his own weight, and pulled her strangely flexible legs up past her head, folding the girl in half with her pussy aimed upward at his cock. It, she, received him without question or pause. More, yes, more milk, good, good, she sent his way as he moved. Faster, harder.

Beside him a few feet away, Luna was dropped unceremoniously to the ground, where she fell on her back, panting, gasping, and coughing.

He didn't know how long had passed, or how she was still conscious, but the plants must have been letting her breathe still, somehow.

Harry erupted, feeding the plant with the largest load he'd given her yet. More. Faster. Harder. More milk for you, my little flower-girl!

She sent back just one concept, one thought: Good.

More pleasure for them both.

And he knew, somehow, probably because of the Succubus-like senses he was developing, that the humanoid part of the strange amalgam creature was indeed feeling the heights of pleasure, even if she couldn't emote it as a human would.

Pressure built in him, but he kept a tight lid on it for now. He needed more semen, but it took time for even him to produce a huge load.

More, higher, hotter, he rampaged and ravaged against the tight, cream-filled cunt while Luna caught her breath nearby.

"Harry? What did you do to Alra...? Why is she a... oh. Oh. That makes sense, I suppose..."

Harry barely heard the witch.

It was almost time, the pressure was boiling over, about to explode.

And she was so ready for it.

There, finally, at least! The wave of pressure and pleasure that told Harry he was cumming! He let go, released, and the volumes within him, within his genitals, burst forward and out, smashing into the tiny little creature's waiting receptacle so quickly that she lurched half-off his cock with the force of it. But both he and the vine at her back caught the girl, even as a huge bulge, larger than any five of the plant's that it had given Luna, began to build and build beneath her just past the joint, until the body was lifted into the air, splayed and arched backward around the basketball-sized lump. Slowly, ever so slowly, Harry felt his long, powerful climax reside, and he pulled free slowly. Despite being just four and a half or so feet tall, she had taken all twelve inches of him directly inside her without question, something only Lilith could do. But she's not human, either.

And the load...

After several seconds to recover, the plant girl's features grew just a little more defined, and she sent a few more concepts as the humanoid form, swollen in the belly as if she were pregnant, struggled to its feet. The vine, it seemed, was too heavy to lift with his semen in it. Harry grinned, inordinately proud of himself.

Luna and he both watched as the little plant-girl blew him a kiss, then Luna, as the images came and went, apparently to both of them.

Much good, much pleasure, much milking. Many sprouts in many seasons. Rest. More milk after a long season.

"Yes, Alra," Luna whispered, sounding quite worn out. She was on her knees, Harry realized, and dripping with half-melted snow on her back. She was shivering, too.

I can do something about that. Harry didn't wait for the vines to finish withdrawing, but hurried back to their clothes, grabbed his wand, and quickly cast two warming charms and levitated Luna's clothes to her before he dressed. His cock ached with the action it had gotten, but it was a good kind of pain, and he hissed with pleasure after forcing it to shrink enough to fit in his pants.

Luna was still shaking, but less from cold and more from exhaustion as he rejoined her. The petals were now half-closed, Alra- or whatever her name was- crouching down in the center as she had been before. She was still watching him, Harry felt, even as the velvety petals blocked her from sight, and eventually the leaves covered those, too. The vines were already gone, buried in the earth for all he knew. Only their tracks and the drippings of the copious yellow cream remained to show their presence.

"We, uh, should probably get back."

"Oh, yes. Thank you, Harry. I've never satisfied Alra that quickly on my own. You must have been delicious."

"Er, thanks," he murmured, another wash of pride swelling in him. "I'm glad I could help her. She was, um... something else."

"Yes. I've never seen her humanoid body before, she only used the vines for me. But she is an excellent lover, isn't she?"

"Sure is. Um... what is she?"

Luna turned and started walking back, following their tracks through the darkness of the forest. Harry turned with her, glad once again for at least the sight of the girl's hips and bum swaying to keep him satisfied (as if he ever truly was, though this night had brought him pretty close) on the long walk back. "I am fairly sure she qualifies as an Alraune. A creature of primarily oriental origin, something akin to a Dryad. They are magical spirits of nature, but usually inhabit plants like flowers or bushes, instead of trees."

"Ah. That, well, it makes sense I suppose. Have you actually researched it?"

"Of course, Harry. I always research the strange creatures I come across. Why wouldn't I? What kind of magizooligist would I be if I didn't?"

"I... I don't know. Is... is that what you want to be? When you leave Hogwarts, I mean?"

"Among other things, yes. And a mother. I would very much like that, I think. I miss mine terribly, you see. Her name was Celeste."

"Oh. I-" Harry didn't know what to say. She had told him her mother had died when she was nine last year, but he still wasn't sure... "Well, I... I mean, what can you- if you want to, and are comfortable with it- what can you tell me about her?"

"A lot, I think. She was my mother after all, even if I was young when she died. But another time, Harry. I am quite tired. Alra- she has asked me to call her that, I think- can speak in my mind. It was concepts and images at first, but the more she used me and I her, the stronger it became. Now it is almost words in full. She thinks she is an Alraune as well, but has never met another."

"I... see. What was that about, um... sprouts?"

"All creatures of the Earth, plant, animal, spirit, or otherwise, want to propagate, Harry. Thank you for helping her with that. I feel you will be an excellent father."

"Er... um... to- to a plant?"

"Probably to many of them. I believe Alraune seed as many as a thousand pods per year. If each were to grow to adolescence, that would be many children indeed."

Harry paled, and felt himself sway on the narrow, twisted animal path.

"But don't worry. I think I read that only one or two survive each year. Predators, you know. Their seeds are said to be quite nutritious, and in Japan they actually farm some of them as an aphrodisiac. I've heard it is quite effective."

"I- I suppose it would be, if it's anything like Alra's... stuff. The cream she was shooting out."

"Yes, that is rather delicious, and so fun! I love it in me. I don't have to eat for a few meals every time I go out, did you know? Unfortunately my other lovers will have to wait. I'm quite exhausted, you see, and I'm afraid one of them would fuck me unconscious. I hope you don't mind."

"N- No. That's alright. It's late, and you're probably cold."

"Yes, that too."

Not much else was said as they returned to the castle, past the too-clean spot on the stairs, and inside. They separated on the fourth floor, she to the Ravenclaw tower, and he to Gryffindor. Once he reached his bed, more sated sexually than he had been since their last full-on orgy for a Rune set, Harry fell asleep both quickly and deeply.

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