Sitting on the bank of the water course was a frustrated Luna Lovegood. The creek ran behind her home down by a distant stand of trees. It was a beautiful spot. Various varieties of trees stood on the banks of the forty‑foot wide creek including Alder, Wild Cherry, Crab Apple, Willow, Ash, and Dogwood with shrubs of Holly, Elder, and Ground Hugging Yew. In the spring the flowering varieties produced copious blossoms and emitted intoxicating fragrances. The creek was running very shallow this time of year, no more than ankle deep. The creek bed was sandy in places and gravely in others, with the sand usually deposited on the outside curve of the water course. But none of that mattered to Luna at the moment. Walking barefoot she had frequently explored the creek upstream and down searching for the perfect spot that would attract water sprites. Observing the water fairy in its natural habitat had long been an ambition of her's. Today she carried a large book of drawings and watercolors depicting the elusive creatures in the wild.
It was while she was seated on the bank, under a favorite Ash tree, that she had an epiphany. Water plants, all the drawings depicted water plants, dragonflies, and water bugs. As the water languorously flowed past she considered what she could do to create the ideal conditions to attract the sprites. The current creek lacked any water plants and she had explored it for miles both upstream and downstream. After a very long time considering the dilemma she realized she needed expert help. It was obvious, wasn't it? Neville.
Neville Longbottom was cataloging his collection of books, papers, notes, photographs, and sample cuttings in preparation for the start of his career as a professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was to apprentice under Professor Sprout during the upcoming year in preparation for his assuming the position the following year. He was halfway through packing when an owl he did not recognize arrived with a message for him.
Neville,
Hi! Hope your summer is everything you wanted it to be now that the war is over.
I would like your help. How can I encourage the growth of water plants in my nearby creek? I know you're the man for the task.
Please come visit and I can show you what I hope to have.
Luna Lovegood
Neville read the note several times. Of course he wanted to help. Herbology was his passion, especially water plants. Then he stopped to think for a minute. Seeing Luna would be a great break from this tedious task. If he was honest with himself, he was also keen on her. Everything about her was practically perfect. She was kind, patient, and understanding; qualities he prized and were reflected in his own personality. She was also sexy. Very sexy; so sexy he had fantasies about her. Her high ethereal voice and wraithlike feminine charms had fueled more than one wank session, probably most wank sessions. Do I have a chance with her? He wondered. Yes, he would go help Luna. Time to reply to her owl.
Luna,
I am at your service at your convenience. Send me a day, time, and a portkey and I'll be there.
Neville
After dispatching the owl he realized he was too excited and probably would not make any more progress on this dull task before him. Maybe a wank session would help, probably it is now necessary considering the state of his hard and swollen penis right now. He retreated to his room to indulge his fantasies and quell the boner in his pants.
When the reply owl arrived Luna was excited. No one better to help her than Neville and she was also keen on the tall wizard who had finally outgrown his boyish shyness, well mostly outgrown it. Neville stood at least at six‑foot two now. His unruly hair reminded her a little of Harry. In fact, both Harry and Neville had always been very kind to her and had never pranked her, something almost everyone else was had been prone to do. But her school days had been markedly improved after she made friends with Harry, Hermione, Ron, Neville, and especially Ginny Weasley.
This summer had been a summer of exploration of carnal delights with her neighbor Ginny, at least every other day, and Harry, on less frequent occasions. The summer had also emboldened her to take initiatives with a couple of other cute boys. But it had started with Ginny. Ginny was amazing and she treasured her time with the red‑headed vamp who had taught her so much about her body and her sexual potential. Of course Harry was in a league by himself when it came to sex, as he was in many things. He was spontaneous during sex and took unexpected initiatives without any warning, fucking her in the ass being only one example. The sessions with the Patil twins, wherein Harry fucked all three of them senseless, were a constant source of her fantasies when jilling. Luna now wondered about Neville's manhood, his sexual abilities, and whether he possibly measured up to Harry.
She needed to banish those thoughts. The task before her now was to find that spare portkey. Rummaging around in a kitchen drawer she located it. It was a muggle charm known as a key ring. There was a large silver ring that was threaded through a flexible plastic cutout, bright red, three‑inches long, in the shape of a muggle motor car. Bold lettering on both sides declared, "Monty Bodkins Motor Car Emporium" with small lettering beneath detailing the phone number and street address. It was now 10:00 AM so, with her wand, she set transport time for 1:00 PM that afternoon and dashed off a reply to Neville, sending the portkey instructions, and then dispatched the owl.
Now she needed to select a cute outfit to wear. Water plants were at the top of her ambitions but seduction wasn't far behind. Of all the lessons in personal growth and discovery that this summer had brought to her, the fact that she was desirable and could take charge of her own sexuality. If she wanted it, then she could have it. And she was going to dress to make sure her next it (Neville) would respond to her.
She almost never wore a bra because her little tits really didn't need one and she wouldn't wear one now. She settled on a thin white cotton shirt, button‑down with long sleeves. It was tailored for a man and after experimenting a little she rolled it up so the hem was high enough to expose her midriff, all the way up as far as the lower swell of her tits. She took it off and sewed a few stitches in the roll so it would not fall in the back and then put it back on and tied it off tight under her boobs. She didn't bother with any of the buttons. It was going to gape open if she bent over or hunched her shoulders, which suited her devious purpose perfectly. Next she selected a pair of short‑shorts which she would wear without panties. These were intended for men as well but Luna had charmed the fabric so it fit tightly over her tight bum and she lowered the waistband so far that the very top swell of her pubic mound was peeking out. Shrinking the fabric at her crotch outlined her camel toe which the khaki color highlighted nicely. Neville could be thick when it came to girls so she was not going to be subtle. She'd been barefoot all summer and she would be barefoot today. Finally, she threaded her silk rope through the belt loops and tied it off.
Neville finished wanking and was about to doze off when Luna's owl arrived. One o'clock? That gave him only twenty minutes. He cleaned himself off and pulled up his jeans. He selected a clean shirt, what muggles call a golf shirt, and headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth and tame his unruly hair. Low top sneakers with no socks completed his ensemble, he could get them wet if wading in the creek were necessary and they would be easier to dry. Next he selected a book on 'Water Plants of the Midlands Region' then, stuffing it into a small backpack with a minute to spare, he picked up the portkey and waited; his heart was racing. Right on time came the familiar tug and he was tossed in circles like a rag doll until finally landing on the lawn outside Luna's house.
Luna was descending the steps from her front door to meet him out on the lawn. He began to walk toward her. Fuck, she was showing a lot of skin, and her skin was beautiful. Neville had never seen a girl so hot, so sexy, or so slutty. His fantasies when wanking were going to be much more vivid now. When they stopped at a distance from each other of a couple of feet he was still staring at her lower abdomen, marveling at the barest suggestion of the swell of her mound. She reached up under his chin and lifted her finger to close his mouth.
"Hello, Neville. Thank you for coming. I can use your help," she said.
Jolted out of his reverie he looked up into her cornflower blue eyes. "No problem, Luna. Happy to do it." Those large innocent eyes weren't any less stimulating than her mons. Fuck! He had just wanked off and he was already stiff again. He needed to distract his mind with something less stimulating. "Can you show me the stream where you want to grow water plants?"
"I'd be happy to," she replied. "Follow me." Strolling off through the field with Neville in tow she was high stepping slightly through the grass because her feet were bare. That made her hips sway seductively and, sheathed in those micro‑shorts, Neville was mesmerized. "I need the water plants to create an environment attractive to Water Sprites. I'm afraid they don't find the current stream attractive."
"Water sprites?" Neville didn't understand.
"They're fairies, Neville. Small magical creatures that rarely reveal themselves to us. They need to trust and not feel threatened by us, the big people. You're a wizard, Neville. You know magic exists. You must know that magical creatures exist as well."
"I guess you're right." Neville did know that it was always best to go along with Luna but, in this case, her logic seemed good. "I can accept that." He was only half listening though, focused as he was on her thigh gap, the sway of her bum, and the feminine curves on full display.
She looked back and smiled at him. Her smile was enchanting. "I'm glad you're my friend, Neville."
They had arrived at the stream and Neville stopped alongside her on the bank. "Oh, I see. Yes, that would never do."
"What, Neville, would never do?"
"The stream is running too fast. I know to our eyes it looks like a slow moving trickle but, even as slow as this, it's too fast. Water lilies need still water; it must be fresh and continuously renewed, but it must have subtle currents only. Is there anywhere along this creek where the stream feeds a pond?"
"I knew you'd have the answer," she said. "No. I've been up and down the stream more than a mile in each direction and it's pretty much like this everywhere. A little further downstream it flows over a gravel bed and the water flows faster there. There's a small waterfall down there too."
"Show me."
Luna stepped directly into the stream and started walking downstream. Neville followed, soaking his sneakers but he had anticipated this possibility so it didn't matter. She was picking up her beautiful feet and walking over sand and gravel without flinching. Somehow the nature girl vibe and the rope around her waist combined for a very sexy effect. Neville was growing concerned. His dick had grown very hard just like it does when he ejaculated when wanking but there seemed no possibility of relief anytime soon. He wondered how long he could stay so hard without doing damage.
They reached the gravel bed wash. It extended at least two‑hundred feet and the banks on either side were low, being bracketed on each side by green meadows. He walked by her and hurried to the far end of the wash. Sure enough, the stream banks on both sides rose sharply and the stream channeled through a narrow course between them.
"Here," he said. "We can build a small dam right here and create a still pond. It will be ideal because it will expand out into those meadows and fresh water will feed it continuously. Perfect. We just need a supply of rocks, gravel, and clay soil."
He turned back to face her. She was three feet behind him, smiling that sexy little Luna smile of hers and boring through his brain with those cornflower blue eyes of hers. Her nipples were straining against the fabric of her shirt and he could see the swell of her pretty little tits in her exposed cleavage. She was killing him. His boner was painful.
"Further down," she said. "Further down there's a little waterfall and the stream bed below that flows over rocks. Most are the size of apples or oranges. Some are larger. I like going there because the stream burbles as it tumbles over the rocks. Gravel is everywhere; there's a healthy supply of it under or feet here." He was staring at her cleavage and nipples and that was part of the reason she was smiling. Judging from the bulge in his crotch he must be painfully hard. It was going to be necessary to take more dramatic action soon because he was far too much a gentleman, or there was still a part of him that was a shy and awkward little school boy, to make a move on her.
Pulling himself back to the moment he asked, "Clay?"
"Yes. Back up near the house there is a good size hillock that's mostly clay. Daddy uses it to fashion clay models of magical creatures. He has a large collection of them inside the house."
"Perfect."
"Neville? Are you OK?"
"What do you mean, Luna? I think I'm OK, yes."
She stepped right up close to him now and looked up into his eyes. "Well, it's just that this looks swollen and probably painful." She put one hand on his crotch and tried to close it around his swollen shaft and the other hand down between his legs where she tried to fondle his balls through his pants. Neville inhaled sharply, closed his eyes, and tipped his head back. "Here, silly boy, let me help you with this." She kneeled down in the stream before him, right on the gravel, and swiftly unfastened his belt and fly then pulled his pants down, knickers and all. With his pants at his knees he couldn't step away and he needed to grasp her head to maintain his balance. His cock sprang loose and bumped her in the face. Grasping it in her hand it was her turn to inhale sharply. It was uncut, very hard, and large. The fine delicate skin stretching tight over the shaft was so soft, so smooth.
"Sweet Merlin's ghost, Neville. You're so big." Stroking down the pole with her hand she pulled the foreskin back and exposed his crown, which was practically purple with blood. She immediately started sucking his balls and licking the base of his swollen shaft while jacking him with her free hand. He was breathing in quick short breaths. She loved the feeling of control combined with naughtiness that this simple act of penis worship gave her. Actually, she did worship cocks so it was sincere. Her eyes were fixed upon his face and his expression of pleasure. That was so sexy.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh! Fuck! I never. OOOOOhhhhhhhh! FUCK! How? Fuck, fuck, fuck."
Stopping long enough to ask, "First blow job big boy?" and followed up by closing her mouth around the angry purple bulbous head. This cock might have been a touch longer than Harry but, judging by her grip with her hand, just a little less girthy. But it was certainly a dick that was in a league with Harry's and separated the two of them from other men. Among the cocks within her experience in addition to Harry's were Dennis Creevy's and Terry Boot's. Both were fun, and she had tested them to their limits, but they were not in the same league as Harry and Neville. She started bobbing and slicking the pole of flesh with lots of saliva now. She wanted him to fill her mouth with his spunk.
Neville was grunting now and began to thrust his hips; he tightened his grip on her head and impatiently ravaged her mouth and throat. There was an animal inside this mild mannered boy. Her talented mouth had awakened the brute. Making them lose control and go into beast mode was just so good. Fuck juices were flowing from her pussy and her shorts were spotting with the excess moisture in the crotch. He thrust harder with more urgency, and she gagged at every deep thrust. Soon his balls were drawing up tight out of her grasp and his cock swelled. With an animal growl he shot several ropes of thick cum into her mouth. Gathering it as best she could and tried not to let it spill; she wanted it, oh how she wanted it. After he stopped spurting she pulled back and swallowed all that she had captured then wiped the dribbles off her chin and tits and sucked her fingers clean. Then she licked his cock thoroughly clean.
Looking up she found he was looking down with an expression of utter shock and bewilderment. "Holy fuck, Luna."
"Did you like it, your first blow job? How did I do?"
"I've never had anything in my life that felt so good. You're amazing."
"Yes, I know," she smirked. "Here, you're losing your balance. Let me help you." Pulling up his knickers and pants she carefully tucked his deflated trouser snake away and buttoned up his fly. Now he could stand on his own so he let go of her head. Standing, she wrapped an arm around his neck and kissed him deeply, sharing with him the taste of his own seed. "I loved it Neville. I love your cock. I'm going to suck it often. It's a cock worthy of a girl's adoration."
Now, feeling better, he focused on the job they had to do. "Come on. We have work to do." He began heading downstream with Luna following him. The waterfall was about two‑hundred yards downstream. It was a drop of about eight feet and there were foot paths on both sides circumnavigating the cascades. Below the falls there was everything he needed. There were many thousands of rocks the size that Luna described and many bigger rocks as well. Some rocks were the size of a house. They pulled out their wands and set to work. Luna began to levitate the small rocks into a pile of about thirty or forty and then levitated the pile up the path and back to their planned dam site. Neville levitated a rock eight‑feet long, four‑feet wide, and four‑feet thick. He followed along with it.
Arriving back at the soon to be dam site she dropped the pile approximately where he described they would build it and turned around to find him lowering the monster rock he had brought just a little downstream. "By the power vested in Merlin alone you're a powerful wizard, Neville. You levitated that boulder so easily!"
"I stayed at Hogwarts after the battle to help rebuild the place. Over six weeks I moved many pieces of stone both larger and smaller. Really I learned more in that time than I ever would have had I returned for another year." He then proceeded to excavate a pocket in the bank that went two feet below the surface and four‑feet into the bank. Next he placed his big rock into it and packed it in tight with the Bombarda spell. When he was finished there was a solid rock mass that would resist erosion. They then returned downstream and brought back more. After Neville had set in place the second abutment he described to Luna how they were going to build a semi‑circular dam with the apex facing upstream. Once the idea was described to her she began arranging her rocks.
Once they had built their semi‑circular rock wall they began scooping gravel out of the stream bed and adding it to the pile until it rose to a height of six feet. Now it was time to pack in the clay. Since Neville was able to levitate such large loads it only took four trips to retrieve enough clay to cover the entire structure. Neville retrieved another big rock from downstream and began to use it to pound and compact the clay. By the time he was finished the pond surface was already creeping into the meadows and there was two feet of water covering the original stream bed. It was now close to 6:00 PM and they walked back to the house.
Taking Neville by the hand she led him back to the house and into the bathroom. Stripping off her clothes she then took his clothes off. Grasping his big erect dick she led him into the shower where they soaped each other playfully. Neville seemed obsessed with her pretty tits. "First set of tits for you, big boy?" He nodded. Taking his hand she led it down her abdomen and manipulated his fingers up and down her hot little pussy. "First touch of pussy, too. Good boy." Grasping his proud soldier she led him out of the shower, dried him off, and them herself. Then, leading him by his joy stick she brought him over to the bed, turned him around, and pushed him over onto the bed. He barely had time to react before she was on top of him, his erection back in her hand, and her hot little pussy hovering over it.
"I'm going to fuck you, Neville Longbottom. Sweet Morgana Queen of all Witches am I going to fuck you." Then, without hesitation, she sank down on it until her clit met his public bone. She had been craving dick all day so her cunt was soaking wet ready to pop off. Grinding down on him her pussy released a flood of fuck juice all over his cock and then her cunt convulsed as she screamed in ecstasy. "FUUUUCCCCKKK MEEEEE YOOOOUUU BAAAASSSSTTTTAAAARRDDDD!" She then collapsed, spent, onto his chest. That was the fastest she had ever cum.
The ogre had now been woken. Neville rolled her off him and then straddled himself between her legs and, fumbling a little as he stroked the head of his penis up and down her slit, he found the spot and impaled her swiftly and deeply. Her whole body twitched. He began to pound her with rapid, deep thrusts. Instinctively he lifted her legs to get a better angle, pounded her some more, then brought them up against his collar bone and fucked her harder and faster. Leaning over her as he drove into her again and again he was folding her up. Finally he pinned her legs back next to her ears with his hands and, rising up, fucked her for all she was worth. "Now I'm fucking YOU, you little slut. Like it? Huh? Want it? TELL ME YOU WANT IT SKANK!"
"I WANT IT," she screamed. "GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEEEEE! FUUUUCCCK. COCK. I WANT THAT BIG COCK. SPLIT ME IN TWO WITH IT. HAAAARRRRDDDDEEER. YEEESSSSS!"
"YOU'RE A FUCKING SKANK AND A COCK TEASE YOU SLUT! TEASING ME ALL DAY LIKE A CHEAP WHORE. THOUGHT YOU WERE FUNNY. NOW YOU PAY THE PRICE. YOUR MASTER IS GOING TO FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT." Neville was possessed.
"DO IT, MY MASTER. OH FUUUUUUUCCCCCK, YOU'RE GETTING BIGGER!"
And he was. His release came upon him fast and he buried himself into her hot cunt over her jackknifed body, driving to depth with his full weight. He began to spurt hot cum into her very womb. Each spurt made her see stars. She thought she had sucked him dry this morning but his big balls had been working overtime all day as he followed her around in that hillbilly slut outfit. Collapsing on top of her he went limp and Luna wrapped her arms and legs around him. She wanted to hold that champion dick inside her forever. He had passed out. The cock finally softened, shrank and her pussy pushed it out. Neville woke up.
"First fuck, big boy? Did I take your V‑card?" So proud of herself, she was.
"Yes. Thank you, Luna. I never imagined. I think you should know that I have always fantasized about you. Having you as my first was a gift I can never repay."
"You wank yourself conjuring fantasies about me? Neville, that's so flattering."
Taking his hand she brought it down to her groin and placed it on her labia where his spunk was leaking out. "You've made your first deposit in repayment, big boy. Feel it? I will be collecting many more. I expect regular and generous deposits." He lifted his sticky fingers to her mouth so she could suck the all the jizz from them.
Lying flat on his back with Luna snuggled up tight under his arm, her face pressed into his neck, and her hand holding his precious bits he lay with her in the afterglow. Nestled this way Luna could imagine loving Neville the same as she loved Harry. But she had questions.
"Neville, you're a strong and powerful wizard now. Your uselessness back in school was often a topic of conversation and mirth. And, Neville, I do dearly loved it when you unleashed your dominance fucking me, just to reassure you. Merlin knows you can assault me anytime you want, call me any name you want, and demand that I do anything. You want me to address you as Master, or perhaps Sir? Whatever as long as it makes that big cock of yours harder. You have my permission, Neville. Do you understand?"
"I think I do, Luna. There's so much that I need to learn about sex and my dominant side. Perhaps you'll help me."
"Of course I'll help. I'll bring in guest instructors, too." Plans were already forming in her mind to bring back the Patil twins, and maybe a few others. Neville was going to need to learn very fast if Luna acted on her fantasies.
"But, Neville, tell me about how the change in you occurred. You transformed from an awkward and shy little boy to a powerful and confident wizard. How?"
"Harry Potter. It was Dumbledore's Army that started it. Hermione too. They were patient and skillful instructors. They didn't give up on me and they reaffirmed with genuine sincerity all the little steps I took. Each sign of progress encouraged me to do more. There was more faith that they showed in me than I had in myself. Then there was the school year under the Carrows. Something snapped in me when I witnessed how cruelly they treated the younger students. Seamus seemed to possess a natural streak of defiance to the Carrows, Irishman that he is, and he modeled that for me. His example played a part."
"Then Harry showed up. Suddenly anything was possible, even victory over the death eaters. You hear stories about inspirational leaders growing up and you think of them as being special heroes, not mere mortals. But Harry was my roommate and I knew him as a friend through my entire tenure at Hogwarts. I knew he was special, but not in the way we think of those heroes in myths and legends. What he was above all was brave and skillful and defiant. More importantly he inspired us."
"I often said things like, 'Why is it always me?' I stumbled and bumbled from one embarrassing gaff to another for years. But not that year when I defied the Carrows. I knew I had to try to protect the younger students, and I knew that by presenting myself as the target of their wrath I could distract those sadistic and evil Carrows. When Harry came back we knew it was now time for the fight that would decide it all and I was ready. My parents were both brave and defiant. Why shouldn't it be me, too?"
"The worst part was when we all believed that Harry Potter was dead and we had lost. I knew there was only one thing I could do; I had been doing it all year. I stepped forward and defied Voldemort. Many thought it brave and even Seamus, the master of defiance himself, told me to stand down. No, I could not. I would not."
"Then, the sword of Gryffindor presented itself to me. Harry had given me an important task, kill the snake. The sword of Gryffindor presented itself for that purpose. It was no longer thinking 'Why is it always me?' Now I thought, 'Yes, I shall do it.' Having that sword present itself is the ultimate act of affirmation. I was chosen by forces larger than myself. That was so powerful, so transformative. Did you know that Harry and I were born on the same day? Did you know that I could have been the subject of the prophecy instead of Harry? Maybe I too was the chosen one. Luna, wielding that sword made me feel like I could do anything, that victory was not only possible but inevitable. And I did kill that snake."
"Luna, somehow I knew how you would respond if I reversed our roles during sex and became the dominant one. Somehow, looking back on it, I sensed that sex and sexual fantasies are separate from reality. We step outside of our normal reality and are instead driven by the forbidden, our private fantasies, and our darkest desires. You experienced part of the imaginary images and behavior that feed my arousal when wanking off over fantasies involving you. I am grateful that you gave me permission. Thank you for being my first. Thank you for understanding. Thank you for being so very special."
Tears were dripping off her face onto his shoulder. Instinctively she began to fondle his cock and felt it start to swell in her hand. She knew from experience with her other fuck buddies that he was going to last longer this time. Whether she would be able to endure it was definitely in doubt. But there was no doubt that she wanted it and she was going to have it, consequences or no.
"Oh! Master! Please. Please be careful with this big sword. It's such a dangerous weapon." She was stroking him with purpose now and her taunts were making the cock in her hand big and hard.
"Slaves like you only understand one thing," Neville responded. "That's not a plaything you're stroking. You're putting yourself in terrible peril, you dirty slut, and you're going to get a lot more than you bargained for this time."
By the intercession of the Goddess Witch Morgana, I pray that I do!
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