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"Isn't there a spell or something that can turn me back into a boy?" I sighed in exasperation and squirmed in my seat, squeezing my thighs together in a vain attempt to scratch an itch that wasn't physical.
Luna paused in her action of showing me how to put on a bra as I squirmed. I could just use the Dress-up ring but Luna insisted I needed to know how to do it properly… or maybe she just wanted to fondle my chest. I'd give it even odds either way.
It was three mornings after that evening when Luna had made her desires known and I had been distracted ever since then as the idea of furthering our relationship played on my mind constantly.
I had thought that things between us would be awkward after we kissed yet Luna had returned to acting much the same as she already had been. Which, to be fair, already included excessive hugging and skinship. Was that a girl friend thing, a girlfriend thing, or a Luna thing? I'm betting on the later.
The only real difference was that Luna stayed in her own bed at night and left me alone in the guest room. I know it was an attempt to give me space and come into an understanding of my own feelings but… I had enjoyed waking up with the little blond in my arms and now found my nights lonely and cold and filled with dreams that had me waking in a hot sweat with a heady wetness glistening on my thighs.
"Not any that I've ever heard of." Luna admitted as she cupped my breasts from behind and pretended that she was measuring the correct cup size. I had already determined that wizarding brasiers were charmed to be self-fitting but let her have her fun. It's not like I didn't enjoy it.
Luna's palms grazed across my nipples and the fires in my core were stoked by the action. I licked my lips and tried to ignore it.
"There are some vague rituals mentioned in some of the less censored history books but ritual magic had been banned for decades now. That makes it unlikely that we'll find anything that would give directions, your best bet would be either a potion or waiting for your magic star book thing to give you something that would do it."
I grimaced. I knew good and well that Luna knew what the Grimoire was called and I swear she just liked being silly sometimes. She had a point though. I had explained what I knew of the Celestial Grimoire and I was sure there were perks that would help, but it wasn't like I could direct the thing. Hell, I had only just learnt how to turn down perks, who knew how long it would take to get the right one.
Luna noticed my mood dropping and quickly tried to lighten it. "I'm sure you'll get to turn back eventually! And if not, well, at least you make a really, really pretty girl and umm… you can play with your boobs whenever you want and ah, you'll never have to worry about accidently sitting on your nuts again!"
She really wasn't helping but I couldn't help but let out a snorted laugh at her attempt at comfort and a warmth grew in my chest… huh? Maybe she was helping.
"I'm ok but thanks Luna." I smiled at the girl and my eyes swirled as Heaven's Eyes activated once again allowing me to see right through Luna's dress to admire her slim and attractive form and my thoughts once again turned carnal.
These eyes were proving incredibly difficult to control. Maybe because there was a part of me that wanted to look. I blushed and turned away from her and Luna let me think that she didn't notice.
"So, you mentioned there might me potions that could help. Like Polyjuice?" I asked as I focused on trying to reign in my vision ability.
"Potions can do a lot of strange things and I know Polyjuice could change you into a boy for at least an hour but I don't know if there's anything more permanent. It doesn't help that I'm pants at potions." Luna admitted.
"Huh? Really? Is that why we've only practiced wand magics? For some reason I thought you would be good at potions." I said with a complete lack of tact.
Luna did have an affinity with magical creatures and many of those creatures could be used as potion ingredients. I had assumed there was an overlap of skill there but really should have known better given Neville Longbottom's notorious inability to brew anything in the books despite his skill in herbology.
"I used to be better but Professor Snape is infested with Wrackspurts and it makes it very difficult to concentrate in class. I might be able to brew something simple to teach you, but I don't want to risk any accidents. Maybe Hermione or Rose would be better?"
I shrugged, feeling a fluttering of anxious butterflies in my belly at the thought of seeing Rose again. Or maybe it wasn't anxiety as my traitorous mind suggested that my new perk would allow me to see a lot more of the pretty redhead.
"Yeah…" agreed then had a thought. "Do you know if Hermione's going to the World Cup?"
"I think she's going with Rose. If for no other reason than to annoy Jim." Luna told me.
That Hermione wasn't part of Jim Potter's friendship group continued to surprised me. How on earth did the boy survive three years at Hogwarts without Hermione? I was interested in hearing her side of the Troll story and was looking forward to meeting the girl. That the me in a prior life might have had a crush on the fictional character surely played no part in my desire to meet her. Surely.
"Breakfasts is readies!" Pixie's call from downstairs interrupted my thoughts and my 'bra-fitting.'
"Yay! Pixie's cooking is the best!" Luna exclaimed and fled downstairs leaving me behind and bare-chested.
I rolled my eyes and shrugged on a shirt and watched her trot down the stairs through the stone walls with my new eyes. It took only a mild flex of will to see through wood or stone or Luna's dress. Maybe accepting these eyes was a mistake. The problem was that the eyes were too easy to use. The barest intrusive hormone addled thought had me already seeing through Luna's clothing.
A wise man once said: 'With great power comes great responsibility' and I'm really surprised that the teenager he gave that advice too took it to heart, but fuck it, I'm not Spider Man.
I followed Luna to breakfast and spent the meal trying not to stare at Luna's cute behind and wrangle some measure of control over the new ability. So, sue me. At least Luna just laughed when she noticed my struggle. She suggested we both dine in the nude next time so she could return the favour. Minx.
I took another bite of toast with Royal Jelly on it. We had both been consuming the stuff each morning. Not only did it taste positively divine, it seemed to both invigorate us both for the day of practicing magic and wipe away any soreness or tiredness. Luna, in a particular, loved the stuff and I had a suspicious it was doing more than just healing her fatigue.
I had noticed that over the last few days that she was performing more and more magic without getting tired and that her skin was becoming smoother and without flaw. Was it changing her like it changed Pixie? If so, why? And why not just as drastically?
Still, the jelly didn't seem to be having any negative effects and since the jar appeared to never run out, I didn't have any problem with Luna consuming so much of it.
"More practice today?" I asked watching Luna smother a crumpet with jelly.
"It's supposed to be really hot today, I was thinking we practice until midmorning and then go for a swim in the pond when it gets too warm."
I nodded. It sounded like a plan.
So it was that after breakfast we were both outside and casting magic. We had moved onto second-year spells and my fast pace of learning had slowed right down with the added complexity. It would take time and while the reduction in pace annoyed me, I really couldn't complain that I didn't pick them up in a day as I had done with the first-year spells.
Luna remained a patient teacher as she cast the spells she knew and explained the process and effects of each spell. Of course she didn't just teach me the whole time. While I repeatedly cast the same spells again and again until I got them right, Luna took the time to do her own homework and read ahead for her third year.
"I'm not normally this studious," Luna explained at one point as we took a break and gulped down Pixie's homemade lemonade under the morning sun. "But helping you is helping me and I'm finding it much easier to cast magic."
I had to wonder if that was just the attitude of teaching or the Royal Jelly that was having that effect… or maybe it was something else. Luna was practicing more offensive spells such as the Stunning Charm which I'm fairly sure wasn't taught until fifth year. Maybe the kidnapping had had more of an effect than I thought.
As the morning grew from warm into uncomfortably hot, we stopped our practice and Luna led me to a small pond at the back of the property with a picnic basket — courtesy of Pixie — in hand.
The pond was simply beautiful. Clear blue waters surround by lush reeds and native plants with the leaves of a surrounding grove of trees giving the place a feeling of privacy. On the bank of the pond, a large rectangular stone menhir appeared to have fallen over at some point in the past. It was half buried into the ground and jutted out into the waters from the shore. It created an artificial pier into the waters and provided somewhere to enter and exit the enticing pond without wading through the mud and reeds of the bank.
"This was once a ritual site a few centuries back but the grove ended up flooding and the menhir fell as the spells aged." Luna had put down the picnic basket and was already kicking off her shoes and climbing on the large granite surface.
I removed my own shoes and socks and followed her up onto the stone and noticed the worn and weather faded runes carved into the grey surface forming faint whirls and whorls that gave a nice grip underfoot. I frowned. The stone was cool despite baking in the summer sun.
I had taken the blanket from the picnic basket and laid it down on the stone and was in the process of unpacking lunch when I heard the splash of Luna jumping into the water.
I looked up and saw only a pile of discarded clothing trailing to the edge of the stone slab. Walking to edge I was in time to see Luna breach the surface of the water. She pushed her blond hair from her face and grinned at me with a sparkle in her eyes. She was also, decidedly, without a bathing suit.
"L-Luna! You're naked!"
She snorted. "Like you couldn't look even if I wasn't."
True. But it was the principle of the matter.
"Come in. The water is lovely." Luna enticed me to enter the water by floating on her back, her small breasts and sweet pink nipples breaching the water and the hint of her nude form still under the waters beckoning me like Hylas to his doom.
I bit my lip and made a decision. If Luna was going to be a tease… well, two can play at that game.
My eyes not leaving Luna's own I unbuttoned then slowly peeled off the jeans I was wearing, shimmying out from the overwarm denim and letting Luna watch my swaying hips.
Luna's eyes darkened and never wavered as she watched me disrobe. Eyes glued to my thighs and hips as the denim was pulled down until I could step out of them. I gripped the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it up and over my head in one smooth motion showing that I had neglected to put on the bra from that morning.
Standing above Luna, my pale skin practically glowed in the sunlight and contrasted with the simple black boy shorts underwear I was wearing. I could see Luna practically gulp.
Taking that final plunge, I gripped the waist of my underwear and tugged them down and off, baring myself fully to the younger girl. It had to have been a Veela thing but I was completely hairless from the neck down. Luna had been a touch jealous that I would never have to learn the spells for keeping that area neat and tidy when she found out.
We had both seen each in a state of undress before now, not just that first day and the circumstances in which we met but in sharing the bathrooms and Luna helping me with the proper care of my new body. But there was something different in what I had just done. A purposefulness in my action that made me not naked but nude, that redefined my lack of clothing from casual to sensual.
Dropping my underwear to the stone below I took a few steps back and then ran forward and launched myself into the pond hitting the cool waters with a giant splash and diving deep.
The pond was amazingly clear, likely magically so, and I swam back up to the bright surface and emerged next to the paddling Luna and wrapped her in my arms. Her soft skin was warm against my own in the refreshing water.
Luna giggled happily in my arms. "Does this mean…?"
Instead of responding I leant in and kissed her. Her lips are just as soft as that evening a few days ago and my groin pulled tight in this hard to describe way that I had begun to realise was desire. An electric buzz travelled down the length of me and ignited a fire in my core and I knew I wanted more.
I couldn't see it in the sunlight but, where before my skin glowed with reflected light, now I was producing a soft illumination of my own.
Our lips parted and I held her close, nose to nose, my breath was already heavy, almost a pant. "Yeah. I-I really like you, Luna."
And it was the truth. These last few days had been the best in my life. I… still couldn't say I knew what love was but I knew that I wanted Luna. The smouldering within me was yearning for her and part of me just wanted me to make the girl MINE in every way I could. It was possessive and insistent and oh so sexual but I wanted this girl to be with me forever.
Luna squealed and latched to me tighter as she kissed me. Our tongues danced and our chests pressed against each other which elicited a gasp from me as I feel a wave of pleasure as my own hard nipples drag across her satin skin.
'FUCK! Tits are SENSITIVE!' my mind couldn't help but struggle with how much sensation I was receiving from what had once been considered a 'meh' erogenous zone.
I felt Luna's own hardening nipples pressed against me and took a weird delight as the tips bushed against each other as we made out. Luna tangled herself around me in an effort to hold herself close and with my magic making me much stronger than the smaller blond I held her higher in the water and easily keep us both afloat.
The quirkily blond straddled my knee and ground her sex into my thigh and I could feel the heat of her as she thrust minutely back and forth and small gasping moans slipped between our sealed lips.
Luna broke the kiss with a gasp and buried her face into my neck and I feel a shiver through her whole body. "Oh, Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." She moaned into my neck and I gripped her hear tightly and pulled back her head to see her face.
Her eyes were unfocussed and she was biting her lip hard as she orgasms in my arms. It's the most beautiful thing I think I've seen in two lives.
Luna's shuddering eventually stills but for minute ripples that shakily follow and her eyes refocus onto mine as she gives me this great big, dopey smile.
"That was amazing." Luna said in a low and husky voice.
"Yeah, it was." I can only agree that watching her cum from grinding herself on my leg was incredibly hot. My own body tingled in desire and anticipation.
Our lips met again, our tongues curling and exploring each other and I pushed Luna through the water until she was pressed against the fallen stone obelisk. I broke the kiss and with a heave and a fierce kicking of the water I lifted Luna up so that she was now sitting on the stone edge which conveniently put her sex at easy reach.
"Wait, wha-? OHhhhhh~" Luna started to asked by stopped as I spread her legs and used my grip on her thighs to pull my face into her snatch.
Luna tasted oh so sweet and salty. The water of the pond was delightfully clean and only added a very slight earthiness to the pure taste of Luna's arousal.
She wrapped her legs around my shoulders as I licked the length of her folds and her small, sparse tuft of blond pubic hair tickled my nose. I was pretty much winging it and I pulled on the vague half-remembered experience of my other life and traced the alphabet around Luna's clit until I found a combination of letters that had her twitching and her legs tightening around my head.
"Oh, Merlin! Fuck! Don't stop!" I had to keep pumping my legs to maintain position as I toyed with Luna's clit with my tongue. A combination of Q and R seeming to do it right for the girl.
I felt Luna's fingers trace through my wild dark locks and I shivered at the sensation of her nails on my scalp, gooseflesh raising on my arms as she stroked my hair.
Luna was once again making little squeaky gasping sounds and her legs twitched and tightened around my head but every time she seemed about to reach her release I switched my tongues motions, breaking the rhythm and changing the pace before I returned back to reliable QR.
"Maohhh! Stop teasing me!" Luna practically begged as I edged her for the third time.
I grinned but agreed. Despite my dragon level strength, my tongue was getting a work out.
"Oh, Maiden! Oh Mother!" Luna gasped as I intensified my actions. "Oh CroOOAN!"
Luna's legs squeezed tightly around my shoulders giving me no avenue of escape as the girl attempted to drown me in her release. Luna gushed and I drank down her heady juices, lips wrapped around her sex and throat struggling to gulp down her fluids.
Eventually, Luna stopped spasming and squirting over my face, released her hold on me between her thighs and flopped back onto the stone where she panted heavily.
I pulled myself up onto the stone and crawled over next to her and laid down and the girl pulled herself against me to nuzzle kitten-like at me breasts and neck.
"Shoo gooood." Luna seemed to still be in a daze and I stroked her head as she slowly recovered.
The warm sun felt great on my skin as I held the girl and moments, I was dry of the pond water and Luna had regained contact with reality… or as much as Luna could, anyway. I knew she was ready to return the favour when her lips found my right nipple and latched on.
"Oh!" I gasped.
Luna pulled herself up until she was crouched over me, her lips never leaving my teat and her tongue and teeth teasing the tender peak of my breast. My eyes fluttered at the sudden and new experience and I leant my head back and enjoyed the sensation.
I almost jerked at the tickling sweetly feeling of Luna's nails trailing down my flank, over my belly and towards my sex which was already burning with arousal. Luna's touch was just this side of painful with how sensitive I was with anticipation and I moaned lewdly as Luna's fingers found my burning core and lazily stroked my wet folds.
"Oh, fuck!" I buckled at her touch.
Luna's lips left my nipple with a wet 'popping' sound. "You like that?"
"Fuck! Yessss" I grunted out as Luna's fingers traced my clit and with practiced grace. This felt sooo much better than the secret touches I had attempted over the last few lonely nights. Her touch was a fire of pleasure that felt even better than the masturbation I had done a man. Did girls just experience this so much more intensely or was it Luna? Having a partner was supposed to be better, or at least that's what my other memories were telling me.
Luna was grinning wickedly when I opened my eyes and looked at her. She seemed to having fun watching my facial reaction as she slowly and carefully inserted a slender finger into me.
I found myself thrusting my hips up to meet her hands motions as she fingerfucked me and I knew she was enjoying playing me like a fucking fiddle. Part of me growled at that thought, it wanted me to attack, to turn it around on the small blond and claim her. That part of me was wishing for my dick so grab the girl and pin her down and thrust into her until she was a puddle of pleasured goo.
Yet another part of me was taking delight in being played. That part was all vaunted pride that saw receiving pleasure as my rightful due. It wanted to be worshiped. It wanted to be adored and admired. I positively cooed under Luna's lustful gaze and ground my hips into her palm as she stroked places I had never been touched before with her two middle fingers.
Luna lowered her head as he fingers worked and she latched back onto my breast as I panted raggedly and twitched as I felt a building, fiery pressure gathered within me. Maybe I wasn't getting enough oxygen with how I was breathing but I swear I was starting to see spots when the grimoire chose that fucking moment to interrupt!
I was so distracted that I simply battered ineffectually at the small star and felt it slip into my core without even seeing what it was and the star joined my star cluster and felt it naturally gravitate next to Power Overwheming and enter a stable orbit between it and Half-Veela.
Warmth pressed up within my throat as I felt metaphysical flames enter the storm within me and the magical winds gained sparks and embers. I attempted to press down whatever it was I had accidently accepted but the fire burned hot and melded with heat that was spreading from my groin under Luna's touch and I couldn't contain it. I couldn't contain anything!
All of a sudden Luna did this thing with her fingers and bit down on my breast and suddenly all I was seeing was white and fire surged.
"Ah! Ah! AhhhhHHH!" I screamed as I came. Hips bucked forward and my back arched off the cool stone as my head was thrown backwards with my orgasm and as I screamed out my pleasure heat rose up my throat.
"AhhhHHHrRRRRRHHHH!" a plume of molten silver fire escaped from my lips and challenged the day with its brightness.
The fire coiled as swirled as it rose into the air above us and formed into shapes of dragons and naked women sensually entwined together. The nearby trees rustled as the passing flames caused an updraft of heated air and the stream of fire only petered out as the rush of my orgasm faded into small yet intense aftershocks.
I ended up just lying there panting heavily as Luna stared at me with wide, awed eyes. "I knew you were a Heliopath." She eventually stated with certainty and I just laughed as I tried to catch my breath.
I reached inside me and touched the new star to get a feel for whatever it was I had taken in.
+200 CP
1200 CP - Rolling…
Draconic Breath (Dark Souls: Covenants) – 100 CP
One of the easiest and most common displays of a dragon's power is through their ability to exhale a torrent of flame. So it is that one of the first steps in the process of dragonification is to gain the ability to breathe fire yourself. As an added bonus, you will find your mouth exceptionally resistant to heat, as well as handling spicy foods much easier.
Accepted.
1100 CP Banked.
The ability to breath fire? Fuck yeah! I could work with that.
Over a two hundred kilometres due north of Holly's silver plume of fire, Agent Pond slammed shut the door of a black 1990 Bentley Continental convertible and waited for her partner to join her. She watched at the approaching police officer and the half-destroyed manor house behind him.
"Hurry up, Williams." She tugged her suit jacket straight and made sure her badge was in easy reach. The drive to Holyhead had been long and she was sure her suit was creased.
Agent Williams finished gathering the equipment from the trunk and closed it with a heavy thud. "Oh, bugger off, Amy."
She turned and glared at him but didn't reply as the — she flicked her eyes to his unadorned epaulettes — constable was already within earshot. He'd pay later though.
"Sorry, folks. But this 'ere is an active crime scene. I'mma goin' to have to ask yer teh leave." The constable flicked a lit cigarette to the ground, stamped it out and said as he approached.
Amy pulled out her badge and flipped it open allowing the policeman to take and inspect the golden shield with a Unicorn and Dragon rampant making it distinct from the Royal coat of arms.
"Agent Amy Pond, MI7." She introduced herself and tilts her head to her partner. "We were called in."
Williams fumbled with the cases he's holding and pulls his own badge. "Agent Rory Williams."
"MI7? Aven't heard of no MI7 before." He frowned.
"We're not as well-known as six." Rory added in a chipper manner. "But we were established back during World War One. We handle the more… odd incidents that happen."
The constable gave them a sceptical look and as annoyed Amy was with the hold up, she could only agree with the man for being cautious. "Look, radio in your superior and ask, please?" She gave the man a small smile and the cute red-head charm did the rest.
"R-right, be right on tha'." The constable didn't blush but he did look away bashfully. It would have been cute if he wasn't in his forties and had a pot-belly bordering on a barrel. Still, he was professional enough that given his age he had likely pissed someone off rather than been too incompetent to raise to Sargent.
As the constable stepped away to radio in his superiors, Rory stepped up beside Amy and said in a hushed tone that mimicked her voice. "Oh dear, oh my, won't you help a poor pretty girl like me, constable?"
Amy snorted and then glared at him. "Bugger off, Williams."
"'Willams' now, is it? After all we've been through, Amy?" Rory rolled his eyes. "I wasn't 'Williams' when I was pulling your arse out of that vampire den last month." Rory paused. "Though it is a fine arse, wouldn't have been right to let it get bit."
Amy couldn't help but smile. "Shut it and act professional. He's coming back."
The officer was indeed walking back across the grass towards them. "Looks like you're all cleared to enter. Just gotta 'ave you sign 'ere." He had gotten a clipboard from somewhere as Amy and Rory had been distracted.
The two signed their names and badge numbers and the time of their arrival in the required boxes and were let through after the constable handed them each a small clip-on badge that identified them as known 'Specialists.' It would stop them needing to flash their badge to everyone they met.
The trio trudged their way over the grassy field towards the manor house.
"Don' rightly know wha' in God's green earth happened 'ere." The constable was saying. Amy really should have gotten his name but honestly, didn't care. "There was a 'uge explosion a couple of days ago and some of the townsfolk came and investigated. Claim they've ne'er seen hide nor 'air of this place before."
Amy could feel Rory frowning over her shoulder as he muttered about witnesses. She agreed with his sentiment. Too many gossiping locals would invite a larger response when the Ministry got off their arses and worked out there was a problem. Still, better that they weren't here while MI7 was. We didn't get along.
"Has anyone been into the building?" Amy asked the constable.
He nodded and Amy winced. Magical buildings were full of magical things and someone would have seen something they shouldn't.
"Tha's the strange thing. Place looks like it's been cleaned out. Nothing inside but the nails holding it all toge'er and these real creepy like paintings." The man shivered. "Is like they're watching yer, yeh know?"
Amy nodded my looked back at Rory and they shared a look. They knew.
They passed a few more police officers milling about at a set up tent outside the building. "Fire departments already cleared the place. Say tha' it looks bad but is holding itself up without much danger of a collapse." The constable nodded to the sunken wing and the partially collapsed roof. "They ain't quite sure what set off the explosion though other than I originated from the fireplace."
By that point they had reached the doors of the manor and the officer was noticeably dragging his feet.
"We'll take it from here, Constable…?"
The constable pulled a hard-boiled egg from his pocket and was in the process of shelling it as he responded. "Ventress. Constable Alfred Ventress."
Why on earth did he have an egg? Amy shook her head. She had met weirder people. "Again, thank you." She dismissed him by turned back to the manor and climbing the steps.
Rory followed along, giving the egg-eating police constable a nod as he passed.
The inside of the building was as empty as the constable had claimed it to be and Amy was glad that the portraits on the wall were behaving themselves and not causing a stir, even if they did appear to be glaring down at them.
Still… they should have already contacted someone through their other frames. The fact that they hadn't and that the Aurors hadn't already cracked down on the location likely meant they couldn't.
Rory was already opening the cases he had brought with him and pulling out the large square boxes that looked like Geiger counters but weren't. "You take the west wing; I'll take the east?"
Amy took her M-counter and switched it on. It loudly droned like a theremin. "Meet back here in twenty?"
Rory nodded. "And remember, don't talk to anything-" He started.
"-that you can't see where it keeps its brain." Amy finished. It was an unofficial MI7 motto after all.