บท 4: Harry Potter x Luna Lovegood by E-LuckArcher
Harry sat silently as he watched the Thestrals eating the meat that he had brought them. It had been a few days since the Battle of the Department of Mystery, and he has taken to visiting the beautiful creatures where he sat silently for hours thinking about what happened in the last few days. Harry was no longer crying, his tears had gone dry, but he still felt as hurt as the moment he saw Sirius' body disappear through the Veil. It was his fault that Sirius was there because he allowed Voldemort to trick him, and it was his fault that he died since Harry was too weak to really defeat any of his enemies or kill the bitch responsible. What was worse than it was apparently also his fault that his parents died. If it wasn't for the cursed prophecy, they very well might have been alive to this day.
And now, he was destined to die himself at the hands of his enemy.
He was too weak to fight Voldemort, and the prophecy was clear: only one of them will survive. As much as he cursed the man, Harry finally understood why Dumbledore never bothered to help him each time he was in danger. Why would Dumbledore waste his time protecting someone that was going to die anyway? It wasn't like Harry felt any resistance in him to the thought. He had nothing and no one. He had no parents, no family, and he just lost his godfather. He had few friends, but his very existence put them in danger, and it wasn't like anyone would miss him after death anyway. He had nothing and no one to live for, and no ability to fight for it.
"That is some nasty infestation of Wrackspurt, Harry Potter," a melodic dreamy voice brought him out of his thoughts. "I've not seen such a thing since I was nine years old."
Harry turned around, already knowing who the intruder was. There was only one person in Hogwarts who had that voice, and only one person other than him that spent time with the Thestrals. Involuntarily, his cheeks pinked a bit as his heart skipped a beat at seeing her. It wasn't the first time he saw her without her school robes since he had met her in Fourth Year, not with how many times the arseholes in her house have stolen her clothes, but the blonde Ravenclaw always had that effect on him, and a tight white shirt that let a bit of cleavage show and black pants that looked painted on didn't help the matter.
Luna didn't appear to mind or care that he was staring for a bit as she walked and sat close to him on the forest floor. Too close.
"Are you alright, Harry?" she asked after a moment of staring at the Thestrals.
If it was another person, then Harry would've most likely snapped at them for intruding on his privacy, but this was Luna. Somehow, it felt natural for her to sit there with him watching the misunderstood creatures as he wallowed in his angsty thoughts.
"I am."
Luna turned to him, her big silver eyes staring right into his. "You're a bad liar, Harry Potter," she said in the same tone from before.
Harry averted his gaze from her impossibly big eyes. Her beautiful eyes. "I'm not." Though he didn't know if he was denying that he was a poor liar or that he was lying.
She didn't say anything for a moment before he felt her rest her head on his shoulder making him instinctively flinch for a moment before he relaxed, though it didn't help his rapidly beating heart. She stayed silent for a few more minutes as they sat silently watching the Thestrals under the light of the full moon.
Then, he felt her hand hold his as their fingers melted together. "I'm sorry about what happened, Harry. I understand what it means to see someone you love die in front of you, and I…" she trailed off as her eyes grew misty, her tone more broken.
Harry figured that it was true. Luna was someone who could understand his feelings or at least part of them. She has lost her mother, dying right in front of her when she was merely nine years old, and clearly, the topic was still a hard one for her even after those years. Harry wondered if it'd be the same for him when it came to Sirius, but figured that it didn't matter since he wasn't long for this world anyway.
He squeezed her hand gently, internally marvelling at how small and soft her delicate slender hand felt in his, and how right it felt to be there. "It wasn't your fault. You should've been there in the first place, none of you should've. If I wasn't stupid, and if I had stopped you… I… It's really scary to think how lucky we all were that none of you…" he trailed off, afraid to think of the possibility of Luna dying like Sirius, or of his friends suffering the same fate.
Two delicate fingers grabbed his chin and turned his head to the right. Harry gulped as he saw himself staring right into Luna's big dreamy silver eyes. He always felt like her eyes were looking right through him into his soul as if they could see all of his secrets, but now there was an added sharpness to them that made him feel like a small animal cornered by a mighty snake.
"Don't say that, Harry Potter. You were going to rescue your godfather, and I… we followed. It's only natural," her tone was airy but held a weird scolding quality to it. "It doesn't matter if it's fighting Death Eaters, Voldemort or even worse. As long as it's one of my friends, I'll always be there," her tone was sharper now, more determined than he had ever seen the dreamy girl be before. Even when she demanded to go with them to the Ministry, her tone was as if she was going to a picnic back then.
"Luna…" he made to talk, to say anything, but he was stopped by one pale finger on his lips. Internally, Harry wished it would stay there, just to feel her soft skin longer.
"Don't blame yourself too, Harry Potter. It wasn't your fault, none of it was."
This time he managed to talk as he shook his head. "It was. You know everything, so you should know it was true. Had I listened to Hermione, or if I wasn't an idiot to be tricked, none of you or Sirius would've been there!" He felt guilty immediately at his harsh tone. Luna didn't deserve any of his anger.
Luna was the one to shake her head this time, her hand, the one which still held his tightened around his as she brought her face closer to his. There was barely an inch between their faces, and Harry found his eyes wandering to her plumb pink soft-looking lips. For a moment, he wondered how they would taste, but he stumped down the thought as he looked into Luna's unusually sharp and focused eyes. It was a wonder how those big dreamy innocent eyes could still retain that quality while looking as sharp as the eyes of a predator. He guiltily noted that there was faint wetness to the corner of her eyes though.
"It wasn't your fault," she said in a tone that brokered no disagreement. "It was Albus Dumbledore's for making Stubby stay in another prison, this time his hated house, for a long time. It was Voldemort's fault for targeting you and deceiving you. Most of all, it was Bellatrix Lestrange's fault for actually killing Sirius Black, her own family." Her eyes bore into him, pleading for him to accept it. "None of it was your fault, and don't torture yourself on it for a long time. Do you understand me, Harry Potter?"
He found himself nodding. "It won't matter either way." It didn't, not when his death was near anyway. Any moment, Voldemort could come and kill him now just as the prophecy foretold.
Luna was startled and her eyes looked into his for a moment. Her expression broke as if she could read his thoughts, and tears started to form in her eyes for real, making their way down her pale cheeks.
Harry panicked, seeing her cry, but he stopped in his tracks as Luna asked. "What did the prophecy say, Harry?" Her voice was soft and weak.
Harry still hasn't told anyone what the prophecy said, and didn't know if he wanted to tell anyone, but looking at Luna, he couldn't find himself wanting to keep it from Luna for some reason. So he told her about the prophecy, every single word of it.
"It was me all along, Luna… I'm the reason my parents died… I'm still going to die anyway. The prophecy said so, and there is no chance that I could be the one to survive, not with how weak I am…"
Then, he found himself hugged by Luna. He stiffened for a moment before he relaxed as their bodies merged into one another. Harry was never used to such contact, and he was only ever hugged by Hermione and Mrs Weasley, but theirs was a crushing overwhelming hug, while this one was warm, soft and just felt right. It was as if everything was right in the world, and that nothing bad would ever happen as long as those arms were around him.
Luna's tears wetting his clothes brought him back to reality as his arms found themselves recuperating the hug. "Luna…"
She shook her head, looking at him with two silver fires in her eyes. "No," she said. "You aren't going to die."
He sighed. "Luna… I'm not strong enough to win… Frankly, it doesn't even feel that bad… I have nothing to lose anymore, and I have nothing to live for."
Luna looked at him, hurt in her eyes at that before she stopped the hug, much to his disappointment, standing up and wiping her tears before her hand caught one of his and tugged. "Come with me, Harry Potter," she said, her tone going back to her usual self, but there was a steely determination in it.
He stood up. "What? Where?"
"Come," she said and moved, leading him back to Hogwarts. Harry didn't even try to go against her words, not that he could've.
They walked back to Hogwarts silently, through the corridors and up until the seventh floor. A door appeared after Luna paced in front of the wall for three times. The door was small, originally painted baby blue but splashes of different colours covered it. Weird carvings and decorations were on it, and a single silver plate that read "Luna's Room" was on it.
Luna opened the door and led Harry inside. He found himself in a good-sized room with an oddly coloured dresser, various trinkets and things he had no idea what they were, scattered around the room. A bed was in the middle of the room with a picture of a gorgeous blonde woman that looked like an older Luna with a very young Luna smiling while covered in pants on the wall behind the bed. On the walls of the room, various paintings pictured different scenes and creatures, but there were paintings of people too; Luna, her father, mother, members of the DA and even solo pictures of him. On the right side of the room, near a big window that showed a beautiful scenery of green rolling hills, was an unfinished painting of a man and a woman, with no drawn features and many kids around them, on a stand while various painting tools laid around.
Luna glanced at the painting for only a moment, her cheeks turning pink for a moment before she ignored it and led Harry to stand near the side of the bed.
"Your room is beautiful," he said.
Luna smiled softly, and his stomach did a backflip at that. "Thanks…"
"I didn't know that you could paint, you never mentioned it. Your paintings are really beautiful."
Luna blushed prettily, averting her eyes. "Thanks, I didn't know if other people would think so… Daddy always says that I'm good, but he's Daddy so his opinion isn't trustworthy with this," she said with a soft laugh. "Mommy always liked to paint, and I wanted to do it with her one day, and I loved it ever since… It's one thing that I have in common with her, so it's very precious to me," she said softly, staring far away before she shook her head. "But we aren't here for that."
"Right… Why are we here, Luna?"
She looked at him, her expression dreamy like always, but he could sense various emotions brewing under the surface. "I want to give you a reason, Harry Potter," she said before she pushed him back, making him stumble and fall to the bed. Before he could move, he was pinned down as Luna suddenly climbed on him, resting herself on his waist with her legs on either side of him.
Harry blushed furiously and managed to sputter out. "W-What are you doing, Luna?!"
"I want to give you a reason, Harry Potter, a reason to live," she said, her hands on his chest as they tightened on his clothes. She clutched them tightly, and desperately. "Ever since we met in your Fourth Year, you were the nicest person that I've ever met aside from my Daddy and Mommy. You never made fun of me or called me Loony. You always were there for me and helped me whenever the Nargles stole my clothes and things. You even stood up for me for those in my house. You're my first friend, my best friend, and my most precious person aside from Daddy," she said and Harry's heart skipped a beat.
Her dreamy eyes misted as she looked at him and continued. "So, it hurts when you say you're going to die. When you say that you have no reason to live for. I don't want to lose you, Harry Potter. I don't want you to die, Harry Potter. I can't allow it. I don't want it, and I'll make sure it never happens no matter what."
Harry was overwhelmed, floored by everything that Luna said. Luna was precious to him, and now, he could acknowledge that she was more precious to him than even Hermione and Ron. He always knew that he had something for her, something he didn't fully understand, but he never voiced it because he didn't think she'd feel the same. Not for him, the freak. If anything, the prophecy and what happened in the last few days was a reminder that nothing but endangering her will ever come out of it. "Luna…" but that was all he managed to say as he watched her look down on him, smiling softly.
"I love you, Harry Potter," she confessed her feelings and Harry felt like his heart was going to burst as incredible warmth flooded his body. "I love you, so I can't stand you dying, or you think that there is nothing for you to live for… I never dared to hope that someone like you would love the weird Loony, so I never bothered to confess my feelings, but hearing you say that you were going to die, that you didn't mind dying…"
"Luna… I… You're worth more than that! You aren't Loony! In fact, it's I that I don't measure up to you! You're kind and nice to everyone despite their bullying, and you're loyal to your friends, smart and incredibly beautiful," his face was as red as Ron's hair as he said that. "But it's dangerous! I'm not going to survive, and you'd be a target, and-" he was stopped as Luna bent down, kissed him gently and pulled up. It was too fast for Harry to register but it shut him up as his mind froze.
"I don't care about any of that. You're not going to die, Harry Potter. I'll make sure of it. I don't care about the prophecy, Dumbledore or Voldemort or even Fate itself! You're going to live, no matter what. Wherever you go, I'll be there and whoever you're fighting I'll be standing by your side. I love you, Harry. I want you to survive. I believe that you can do it. You can beat Voldemort, and survive. If you want a reason to, then I'm going to give you one. Please, survive for me. Please survive for your own sake. I want to give you my everything, and I want you to fight for a future where we can live together, forever. I want to give you myself… I want to give you a family. Be your family."
Luna stood up before she brought out her wand and used it to vanish all her clothes leaving her in her birthday suit.
Harry gaped, his heartbeat speeding up as he gazed at her naked glory. He looked at her lithe body with curves in all the right places. Her long pale legs that could go forever, her pale flawless skin and delicate narrow waist that led to decently wide hips and a surprisingly big arse for Luna's size. Her breasts weren't big, but they were the perfect size to be held by his palms, decorated by two pink nipples. Her face was incredibly beautiful, her elfish features (like real elves, not house-elves) making her stand out amongst other witches at Hogwarts. To Harry, Luna at the moment with her innocent look and beauty was like an angel or a goddess.
"Luna… are you sure?"
She tilted her head to the side. Cute. "Do you not want me?"
Harry shook his head hastily as he stood up. He never wanted anything that he wanted Luna at the moment. He moved closer to her. She was shorter than him, so he brought his face down, both of them closing their eyes, and captured her lips. His first kiss, and he knew that it was hers too.
It was everything that he imagined and more. Luna's soft lips felt like heaven and tasted better than anything he ever had. Her scent was overpowering and intoxicating; a mix of burnt holly, wallflower, cinnamon, and cherry. The kiss ended too soon for his liking. He put his hands on her waist, turned her around, and had her gently on her back on the bed.
Harry kissed the corner of her mouth before he made his way down. He kissed and sucked softly on her neck, making her gasp and moan, the sound was the best music in existence before he moved down and stopped just above her breasts. He moved back and gazed admirably at the two globes of flesh. They stood up, firm but still looked like they'd be as soft as marshmallows. They were even softer, as he gently cupped each breast. He leaned down, his tongue darting out of his mouth as he licked the underside of her left boob before making his way to the valley between the two and up. Luna gasped and mewled, spurring him on. One hand was gently kneading and playing with a breast, while his mouth and tongue paid attention to the other. He licked in circles around her nipple, gradually getting closer before he flicked it with his tongue once.
"Aah," Luna gasped, one had made its way through his hair while the other clutched the cover on the bed.
Harry took the nipple in his mouth and sucked on it eagerly as his fingers played gently with the other. "Oh, Harry!" Luna gasped again, making Harry feel oddly proud of himself as he continued to worship her tits. After he thoroughly tasted her left boob, he switched to the right, while his hand switched to the left. That continued for a few short minutes, in Harry's opinion, before he moved down. He peppered her soft but firm stomach with kisses, licking her belly button, drawing a squeal and a moan from Luna, and pressed a kiss to it before he went down, only stopping just before he reached her lower lips. Her groin was soft and hairless.
"H-Harry?" Luna asked confusedly.
He grinned at her before he grabbed one leg with his left hand, bringing it up so her feet were near his mouth before he gave her big toe a lick. There was no smell or weird taste.
"H-Harry! W-What are you doing?" asked Luna as blushed prettily.
Harry grinned at her. "I want to appreciate all of you, Luna," he said, making her blush intensify before he went back to kissing her toes and feet while his other hand gently massaged her other leg.
Luna moaned, encouraging him as he kissed the sole of her feet before he slowly went up to her ankle, then her calf before reaching her inner thighs. All the while, Harry's eyes never left Luna's as he watched her reactions and heard her moans and gasps. Merlin, she's beautiful. He thought as he continued his actions. He noticed that she was breathing harder, and quivering as he switched to the other leg. Her moans came higher, her breath more laboured as he got closer to her other thigh. When he reached the full soft flesh of her thighs, he didn't waste time digging into it, licking, kissing, and sucking on it as the pale skin flushed prettily under his ministrations. Suddenly, Luna's body arched, trembling as she released a throaty moan, her body shaking as Harry felt his pants as she cried out his name. "Aghh! Harry!"
Harry blushed as he realised that Luna actually came from that. He didn't know that she was this sensitive, but he grinned dumbly nonetheless.
He moved to between her legs, though not her pussy yet. He moved lower, parting the flesh of her arsecheeks to reveal the cute pink rosebud of hers. Luna looked at him with wide hazy eyes, her blush reaching down to her chest. "H-Harry wu-"
She was stopped as Harry's tongue snaked out of his lips and gave her arsehole a lick. The taste was a little bitter, but not off-putting. There was a little sweet taste from the juices that reached down from her wet puffy womanhood. The taste was pleasurable, and Harry was beginning to feel a bit dizzy.
"Aaah!"
Her moans were music to his ears as he kissed and licked her rosebud for a time.
"H-Harry, please!" Luna begged him, gasping as he gave her arsehole another lick.
Understanding what she wanted, and curious to finally taste the main prize itself. He took a moment to take the mesmerising sight of her pink opening in before he dived in. He started with licking her outer lips slowly, enjoying the taste before he slowly made his way inside in circles. Luna's breath hitched above him, releasing melodic gasps and moans that almost made his hard cock finish in his pants. His hands were holding her legs up, caressing her thighs as he licked, sucked and nipped on her womanhood like a man starved. He was in heaven.
"Ah! Harry! Agh!"
He continued on for a few more minutes, leaving no spot unattended, meanwhile, he enjoyed Luna's mewls, gasps and the way she'd purr out his name whenever she said it. His name never sounded so amazing before now. Soon, she was breathing hard again, quivering and Harry felt that she was close to another orgasm. He moved up, reaching for her small clit and gave it a lick, which elicited a particularly high-pitched moan, before he gently nipped on it.
"H-HARRY!"
The effect was instantaneous as she arched her body, thrusting her mound into his face as shockwaves rippled through Luna's body. She cried out his name as she jerked once, her juices flying out of her pussy. Harry opened his mouth instinctively, taking her love juices in, lapping it up like a man finding water after walking the desert. It tasted sweet like heaven, better than any pumpkin juice or butterbeer. It took a few moments for it to stop as Luna collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling doing amazing things to her breasts.
Harry stood up slowly. His eyes were dark, drunk on arousal as he watched Luna's body shudder beneath him as Luna covered her heavily blushing face. "Fuck," he swore. The sight was one of the most beautiful things that he has ever seen.
He started tugging his pants off, feeling that he couldn't wait anymore, but Luna's soft fingers on his hand stopped him. "Not yet," she said, making him groan. Luna giggled, looking at him with half-lidded dark eyes, heavy with lust. "I want to return the favour first."
She got her wand again and vanished his clothes. He appreciated her choice as he didn't think he could wait to take his clothes off normally. She gazed at him, wide-eyed as she saw his hard member standing proudly, hard as a rock.
"Wow," she breathed out. "It's… big."
Harry averted his eyes, feeling a little embarrassed. He always made sure to never change or bathe with others around either in the dorms or the Quidditch Field, but he knew from what he heard from other boys that he was well above average in size.
Luna finally tore her eyes from his cock, before it widened again seeing his upper body. Her arm moved shakenly closer, her soft delicate fingers tracing a scar on his stomach that he got from one particularly rough game of Harry Hunting. She looked at him, tears in her eyes before she moved her head towards it, giving it a kiss with her soft lips before tracing it with her tongue, making Harry shudder. She moved to another one, running from his right shoulder a few inches down and to the left. He got that one from one of the few times that Uncle Vernon got extra physical with his punishments for 'freakish' accidents. She did the same as the last one, making Harry groan, his cock throbbing just from that. The next one was the one left by the basilisk on his arm. When she finished every single scar that had on his torso and arms, Harry was thankful that at least she didn't do the same to the scar on his forehead. That would've been a little weird.
Luna then hugged him, sneaking her arms around his neck as their bodies melted together, his hard wand resting on her stomach. She was incredibly warm, and soft. Harry closed his eyes in bliss as he hugged her back before feeling her lips on his.
They continued like that for a few moments, the kiss getting more passionate and hungrier by the moment. Lips brushed lips, his tongue licking hers before she opened her mouth, her tongue meeting his outside before she guided him into her hot mouth. Harry pressed her closer to him, wanting to feel every part of her as their kiss turned sloppy, wet noises felled the air as their tongue danced playfully inside her mouth. Too soon for his liking, they were forced to separate to breathe some air, leaving a strand of saliva connecting their mouths together.
"Wow…" she said.
He could only agree. "Yeah, wow…"
They stared at each other for a few moments, both of them blushing like crazy before Luna's eyes trailed down his body. She soon followed and was kneeling in front of him, his cock standing in the air above her face as she stared at it with her silver eyes.
Seeing her big innocent eyes staring at his cock, the size of it seemed bigger as it obscured parts of Luna's face. Harry gulped feeling like he could just come right then and there from the oddly arousing sight.
Slowly, Luna reached out before she gave the slit of his cock a gentle kiss with her swollen lips.
"Fuck!" Harry groaned and bit his lower lip to keep himself from blowing his load.
Luna seemed pleased by his reaction as she started kissing the head of his cock gently, leaving no spot untouched. Her slender soft fingers slowly wrapped around his length, though her fingers were unable to fully meet from his size. Harry groaned heavily at the contact. He had masturbated a few times, but it never felt even a bit as good as it felt just now with Luna simply touching him. Slowly, Luna started moving her hand up and down, jerking him as she kissed and licked his cock down.
She reached the base of his cock, and stopped her kisses, but never her hand. Harry looked down and saw her looking up at him with mischievous eyes. Keeping eye contact, she moved… and swallowed one of his balls gently.
Harry's eyes nearly bugged from their sockets at the feel of his balls being played by her warm, hot, and wet tongue inside her mouth.
"S-SHIT!" he cursed, moaning at the incredible feeling that only increased when Luna's other hand, the one that was free, started massaging his other ball.
After a few moments, Harry felt himself getting close. Luna let his ball free with a pop before she switched to the other, and feeling that he was getting close she started moving her hand faster and faster, pumping him with all her might.
A few more pumps and he was ready, his cock getting bigger as he grounded out. "L-Luna!"
Luna didn't seem to care or stop as she simply continued moving her hand and licking his ball as his cock swollen before he blew his load, his knees buckling as pleasure far better than when he did it himself overwhelmed him. Ropes after ropes of his seed flew away, hitting the ground as Luna slowed down, gently squeezing the last of it out. A bit of it made it on her hand, and she darted her tongue out, licking her hand clean. After she finished, she looked at him with a wide grin.
"I like the taste," she said innocently.
Harry groaned; he had a feeling that she was going to be the end of him someday.
She moved back to his cock after a few moments' pause.
"Luna?" he asked, unsure as he thought she was done.
"You made me come twice," she said it airily as if it explained everything, and maybe it did.
Harry swallowed before he groaned as his cockhead was engulfed in the wet heat of her mouth. She paused for a moment before she continued, slowly taking more and more of his length inside her mouth. The feeling was incredible, even more than when she used her hand. A little over the half-line, she started gagging a bit, but it didn't seem to stop her as she tried to fit more of him inside of her.
"L-Luna, you don't need to push yourself."
She looked up at him, her eyes telling him that she was determined to do it. She continued, managing to make more of his flesh disappear inside her mouth as her gagging intensified. The feeling of pressure on his cock was great. Harry felt her mouth try to open up more as her tongue slowly licked his cock. He clenched his hands, his nails digging into his flesh to stop himself from coming. Surprisingly, Luna managed to do it as her soft pink lips kissed his groin, his entire length sheathed inside her mouth. She stayed for a moment, maintaining eye contact before she withdrew slowly leaving a trail of saliva and a very wet cock.
"Harry," she said softly. "I'm going to do it again… but can you do it yourself, use it yourself as if you're… f-fucking my mouth?" she stuttered out, her face flushing dark red, a blush that reached her breasts.
Harry goggled at her questions, surprised how she could use such an innocent and shy tone to ask for something like that. Seeing her determined and expectant face though, he agreed. It wasn't like he secretly wanted to feel what it'd be like, no sir.
Luna opened her mouth, and she was again swallowing his head. Gently, he placed his hands on either side of her head, his fingers threading through her soft golden spun hair before he started moving his hips forward. He started slow, not wanting to hurt Luna in any way. Slowly, he moved until her lips kissed his groan again, he kept it inside her like that for a moment before he took it out slowly. The next time was only a fraction faster, with Harry closing his eyes and groaning as Luna moaned on his cock.
With each thrust and pull out, Harry started going faster and faster until he was really fucking her mouth. Harry gasped and groaned at the feel of her wet heat, and he wondered if her mouth felt this good, then how would fucking her pussy would feel then? Soon, he was reaching his limit, his thrusting became more frantic, his cock getting bigger.
"L-Luna… I'm close!"
He tried to pull out as he was about to blow his load but found Luna's arms wrapping around his waist and she buried her nose into his groin. "Fuck! L-LUNA!" He cursed as he came inside her mouth, ropes after ropes of white cum being swallowed by Luna as she continued holding him in place a moment longer before she pulled his cock out, though her mouth was still open to receive the last of his seed. Harry nearly collapsed, his cock going soft as he looked down at Luna who was breathing heavily, so her mouth was visibly full. She opened it, showing him his seed before she closed it, swallowed, and opened her mouth again with a pop, showing that it was empty. She gave him a brilliant shy grin that made him gulp and his cock hardened again.
Merlin, I can't decide if she's an innocent angel or a cunning succubus.
Harry moved to the bed, falling on his back with his penis pointing at the ceiling. Understanding what he wanted, Luna moved over, straddling his waist, her wet hot pussy resting directing at the length of his cock.
She lifted her hips a little so that his head was resting against her entrance. Harry gave her a look, asking if she was sure. Luna nodded and slowly moved down. Harry gasped as his head was engulfed in her wet womanhood. He knew that if it wasn't for the fact that he just came twice, he'd be already cumming inside of her just from that.
Luna moaned and looked down, her knees trembling. "H-Harry, I… can you do it in one thrust? I don't think I have the strength to do it alone."
"Y-Yeah…"
He put his hands on either side of her waist, enjoying the feel of her skin under his fingers. He looked up at her. "Are you ready?" he asked, making sure.
"… Yes," she said shyly.
Harry clenched his teeth, readying himself before he thrust up just as Luna went down. It was extremely tight, but the action made and how wet it was, made it easy for Harry to bury his full length inside of her, tearing through her hymen and reaching the entrance of her womb. He groaned loudly as Luna gasped in pain at the same time. She fell on his chest, her breasts resting on his chest as her arms wrapped one around his neck and the other through his hair. Harry's own moved to steady her, one drawing circle on her back while the other gently cupped one of her arsecheeks.
"Are you alright?" he asked, fearing that he had hurt her.
He felt her nod, her head buried into his neck. "Yes," her breath caressed his neck. "I just need a few moments."
"Of course."
Harry was not complaining. The feeling of his cock inside of her was out of the world, and her body moulded into his only made everything feel even better and more intimate. He could stay like this for the rest of his life and he'd not be complaining.
"It feels perfect," she said. "Like our bodies made to be together."
He had to agree to that. His cock fit perfectly inside her that it was like it belonged together since forever.
After a minute, Luna slowly rose from her place on top of him, making him groan in disappointment. Her hands reached for his as their fingers entwined together.
"Together," she said as she slowly rose until only the head was in before she plunged down with a moan.
It took Harry a moment before he recollected himself and started bucking his hips to meet hers.
Groans, moans and gasps of pleasure filled the room as flesh met flesh. Her insides were wet and tight, trying to squeeze everything out of him. The feel of her butt slapping against his balls, and his head hitting the entrance of her womb every time he hilted himself inside. It was out of the world, a sensation that neither of them will forget.
The sight of Luna moaning and looking at him with lust-filled silver eyes as her breasts bounced was something that will be carved into Harry's very soul forever.
"Fuck!"
"Ah! Harry! F-Fuck me, aaah!"
Her words spurred him on as he jerked himself up faster. Luna couldn't take it anymore as she fell on him again, this time her arms wrapping around his neck, her nails digging into her shoulders as he thrust up to meet her still moving hips. His hands were on her arsecheeks, squeezing them gently, making Luna mewl even more.
"Y-Yes!" She screamed.
"Shit! Luna!" he groaned out as he felt her tightening around him.
"Aaah! F-Faster!"
He was happy to oblige. His thrusts grew frantic as he felt that he wasn't far from coming. A wet slapping sound filled the room as both of them lost themselves in the best sensation that they'd ever felt.
"Luna, I-I'm close!"
"Inside!" she cried out.
He knew that she said she wanted to give him a family, but she was still too young for that and he didn't want it to be a spur of the moment decision that she might regret later.
"But-"
"Aaah, it's fine! It's safe! There are agh, spells!"
Harry nodded, glad for that. He was sure that McGonagall would murder him if he got Luna pregnant right now. His cock got even more swollen as her insides tightened, even more, clenching around his dick, refusing to let it go. Both of them groaned out together as they both came. He felt her juices cover his groin and balls as he blew his load directly inside of her womb. Her lower lips held him like a vice as her insides worked on milking him for everything he was worth.
After a few moments, they both were finished, shuddering, and panting heavily as they rested after their lovemaking. Harry felt himself go soft, but his cock stayed inside, absolutely content to be there.
After a minute or two of resting, he said. "That was amazing."
He felt Luna nod into his neck. "Yeah…" She pulled up a little so she could look him in the eyes before she crashed her lips into his. They kissed passionately for a long moment before they separated.
"Please, Harry," she said softly before her usual voice was back. "Promise you that you won't die, Harry Potter. Promise that you'll win, survive, and come back to me. I don't care who it is; Dumbledore, Voldemort or Death itself, we kick their ass and live together."
"I promise," he said sincerely.
"Good," she said with a soft smile. "If you don't fulfil your promise, Harry Potter, I'll find a way to bring you back and hex you to death," she warned, making him chuckle.
"I promise, Luna. I'll defeat him, and I'll survive and come back to you to live forever together if you'll have me."
Luna pecked his lips. "Of course, I'll silly. There is no other for me."
"I feel the same."
A pause was followed before it was broken by Luna again. "We can build our own house, a big manor with a Quidditch field and fields to raise magical creatures."
Harry smiled at the thought. "I'd like that… maybe we'll raise some Crumple-Horned Snorkacks too if we found any."
Luna nodded enthusiastically, an excited gleam in her arms. "Maybe a dragon too!"
Harry had to put his foot down at that. "No, dragon… maybe something else?"
"Fine… A Nundu or a Basilisk would look cute too," she mumbled.
"What type of dragon do you want?" he asked hastily to remove such thoughts from her mind.
Luna giggled at him, giving him another peck. "I was serious, you know. When I said I wanted to give you a family… but I don't think the teachers or daddy would like it if I got pregnant in school."
Harry smiled, imagining an enraged blonde man trying to kill him while he ran away from Madam Pomphrey and Professor McGonagall. "Yeah, I understand that."
"But we're going to have a lot of them in the future. At least a dozen!"
"A dozen!"
Luna nodded with a smile. "I love kids, and I know that you never had a family. Not only do I want to be your family, but I also want to give you the biggest family you will ever have!"
Harry smiled at her, his heart warming at the incredible girl in his arms. "You're enough, Luna… I don't care if we only had one child or a hundred as long as you're with me."
She pouted. "But I want a lot of kids! The first boy we will name James, while the second we'll name Sirius, and then the first girl Lily and the second Pandora after my mother! I don't have names yet for the other kids, but we'll think of something… maybe call one of them Stubby?"
Harry chuckled, honestly feeling warmed and overwhelmed that she herself proposed naming their children not only after his dead parents but his godfather too. "I don't want the Ministry to go after that one," he said with a chuckle.
Luna scowled. "I'll kick the Minister's arse alongside his army of Heliopaths if he tries to go after our Stubby."
Harry shrugged, holding back his grin. It seems that one of his children would be called Stubby. He could always blame Luna for that. At least it wasn't some disgusting name like Albus Severus or Tom Draco. Harry shuddered at that.
"Harry," said Luna, bringing him out of his thoughts. She looked at him with big eyes full of love and kindness. "I love you, Harry Potter."
Harry's eyes widened, his stomach doing a celebratory dance. He grinned wide at her. "I love you too, Luna Lovegood."
She gave him a wide beaming smile, more brilliant than the moon.
Harry swore that he'd protect that smile. It was a smile that made everything worth it. He'd never let anyone kill him, he'll survive, come back to her and make her smile at him like that again. For that smile, Harry was ready to do whatever she wanted, whatever it took to fulfil her desire. He'd raze cities for her sake. That was the power of love.
Luna leaned down, burying her head into his shoulder. She fit perfectly on top of his body.
"Let's stay like this until tomorrow," she said.
"I'd love to stay like this forever," Harry replied. "W-Will we do it again? Can we have nights when we just sleep like this?" Now that he experienced it, there was no way that Harry wanted to go back to the lonely cold nights full of nightmares.
Luna nodded. "Of course, Harry. You're mine and I'm yours. Whenever or wherever you want, I'll be ready and willing for you."
Harry honestly didn't know what to say to that. He could only blush in embarrassment, unused to being talked to in that tone.
Luna yawned cutely. "I'm getting sleepy," she mumbled. "Good night, Harry."
For the first time in his life, Harry felt what real love was and understood it. His feelings for Luna and her feelings for him, the lengths they'd go for each other and the feeling of each other's embrace. Harry for once felt truly loved, unconditionally, and felt like he had found a true home that he belonged to.
Smiling, he murmured. "Good night, Luna." And fell into a peaceful slumber.
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