Finally, the two girls, one clothed and one less so, reached the kitchen. Luna expertly stretched out her hand and tickled the pear, causing the still-life guarding the room to swing open, granting them admittance.
The house elves squealed and chattered upon seeing the two girls eagerly approaching them, ready to serve but still keeping a deferential distance. Normally that would bother Hermione, but currently she was too absorbed in Luna, and in what she was about to do to her, to care.
“So how does the catalogue work, anyway?” Hermione asked. “Why have I never heard about students being cooked before?”
“I'm not sure why not,” Luna answered, uncertainly. “The catalogue has been out for a month, but I think I'm the first girl to be bought..." Luna mused as she watched the house elves starting to set up various ways to cook her while Hermione was distracted in case she decided to stop them later.
Hermione blinked, absorbing Luna's response.
"I assumed it would happen quicker," Luna admitted. "I mean, each girl listed in it gets a copy of the catalogue to share with people that she wants to buy her. Mine was stolen before I could put it on the table in the great hall, but anyone who sees the calatogue and isn't already listed as meat knows they can buy the girls in it.” The blonde paused. “You'd think with so many copies out there more girls would be eaten, right?" Luna asked sort of rhetorically.
Hermione on the other hand was beginning to understand what had happened. Reading between the lines, no one could buy any of the girls unless someone gave out their copy of the catalogue. It was a risk to be listed, but with that additional hurdle it was less risky than she had first thought. One of the other girls in the catalogue probably took Luna's copy to stop her from sharing it, and with Luna taken care of, they probably assumed that none of the other girls would share theirs. Of course, that didn't account for the copy hidden in the Gryffindor common room, but maybe that was from a girl seeking the thrill of some additional risk? Someone who hadn't expected it to be found? Absentmindedly, Hermione wondered who it was.
"Does Miss Herm-aye-oh-ninny want us to cooks Miss Lunas now?"
Hermione started, searching around for the voice that interrupted her train of thought before finally looking down and finding a house elf.
"No!" The frizzy-haired witch immediately objected. "I, I want to do it myself." She added less forcefully after seeing the diminutive creature cringe at her vehemence.
Luna, on the other hand, smiled at Hermione's declaration. She hadn't been sure what to expect from Harry and Ginny's odd friend; after all, buying a meatgirl with no intention of eating her? Hermione could have had anything planned for her! Still, she'd been hoping that Hermione would snuff her herself, and now it seemed like that was her plan after all. Luna grinned, happily. Maybe Hermione did buy her because she wanted her specifically after all? Whatever the older girl's reasoning, Luna was resolved to be the sexiest girl Hermione would ever snuff.
"Really?" Luna asked, still smiling. "That's great! Cooking me yourself will be much fun than watching the house elves do it for you," Luna encouraged. Idly, she turned to one of the elves, "You wouldn't happen to have an ear of corn, would you? I don't want the oishiovores to get distracted before we start."
“Of courses Miss Luna's meat,” the house elf dutifully replied, sending an illicit thrill down Luna's spine as she enjoyed the sensation of being referred to as “meat.”
Hermione was too busy staring at the multitude of tools and options which the house elves had set up in the kitchen to help her cook Luna to object to Luna's request, and by the time her focus had returned to her soon to be lunch, Luna was already taking an uncooked ear of corn from the elf in front of her.
"Wonderful!" Luna exhorted as the house elf handed her the vegetable, "Now I can get started."
"Get started?" Hermione asked, a bit uncertainly.
"I already told you, I was practicing how to be more delicious, Hermione," Luna chided. "Did you forget already?"
Hermione hadn't but she wasn't sure how that applied here. At least, she wasn't sure until Luna climbed up on top of the long table in the middle of the kitchen and sat down with her legs dangling over the edge.
"Well, in case you did forget, let me remind you," Luna offered before licking the uncooked cob until it was slick and shiny with her saliva.
Hermione watched, more than a little turned on as Luna spread her legs, revealing her cute little pussy to both Hermione, and all the house elves watching nearly unnoticed around them. For a second, Hermione just stood there, admiring how adorable it was, especially when Hermione compared it to her own. Idly, Hermione wondered if her own sex might become more adorable if she actually indulged the blonde's wish and devoured Luna's slit.
Before Hermione could stop her, not that she would have, Luna brought the corn down between her spread thighs, teasing her lower lips with the saliva-slick tip of the vegetable. Hermione stared, her gaze lingering on the wet trail left behind by Luna's lingering spit, and the shining wetness between Luna's inner labia that had nothing to do with any moisture from the cob.
“Like what you see?” Luna asked, as she rubbed the tip of her makeshift dildo up and down between her pursed lower lips.
Hermione's heart skipped a beat as Luna surprised her with the question. She was definitely enjoying the view, but she didn't exactly want to admit just how turned on Luna's show was making her feel, especially not to Luna herself. “It's certainly... um... interesting,” Hermione fumbled, flustered. “I'm looking forward to seeing these Oshabores.”
Luna smiled sweetly, “It's oishiovores, Hermione. And you can't see them, they're invisible. But don't worry,” Luna reassured the frazzled frizzy-haired girl, “I'll make sure to put on a great show for you while you watch me lure them in.”
Hermione barely had time to parse Luna's response before the blonde began to plunge the corncob into her dripping slit.
“Oh!” “Ah!” Luna moaned and panted as the ribbed vegetable pressed against her sensitive sex, forcing her delicate folds apart as she began to fuck herself with the corn.
Hermione's jaw dropped. She'd never seen such a lewd sight in her life! She'd masturbated, certainly, but always in her bed under the covers, and quietly so that her roommates wouldn't hear her doing it. This, this was something completely different from anything Hermione had experienced before. Even in the magazine things hadn't been as lewd. Luna had fucked herself in her listing, true, but she was also silent then, and a mere picture as well. This was real. It was really Luna in front of her, waiting to be cooked, wanting to be snuffed. It was sensual, raw... Erotic.
The brunette's eyes were locked completely upon the lithe blonde gyrating in front of her; her heaving chest, her indecent nipples, her squirming hips; it was all so... dirty. Hermione could feel her dampening panties clinging to her own slit as Luna pounded the corn cob in and out of her dripping sex. Hermione didn't know if she believed in Oishiovores, but whatever Luna was doing, it was certainly making her hungry.
Then suddenly, with a mighty moan, Luna shuddered, collapsing bonelessly onto the kitchen counter top, the corn jammed haphazardly into her cunt (for what other word was there for something used in such depravity?).
Unable to stop herself, Hermione approached and pulled the uncooked corn from Luna's snatch with a wet 'thwick.'
“Mmmm...” Luna lolled, “You don't want to leave it in me?” She asked, but Hermione wasn't paying any attention. The brunette nerd was staring at the younger girl's impossibly adorable pussy as it slowly closed in the aftermath of its vigorous use. It was... fascinating, and after seeing what Luna had done to it, Hermione wanted to abuse it even more.
“Did you want to check my meat for frimfrazzles?” Luna asked, languidly reaching down between her legs and effortlessly re-spreading her sex for Hermione's inspection. “I check every night,” Luna panted, “but you really should too... since you'll be eating me.”
Hermione wondered in the blonde had cast a spell on her, because she hadn't thought that anyone could make being eaten sound so... suggestive.
Still, something about Luna's body called to her. It was so soft, so innocent. Hermione reached out to touch it, tracing her fingers across the perky, moist, entrance to Luna's not-quite-so-private-anymore-privates.
“What do you call this?” Hermione asked, suddenly curious. “On a girl I mean.”
“My pussy?” Luna asked, “You do have one too, Hermione. Hasn't anyone told you what they're called?”
“No,” Hermione interrupted. “I mean, once it's cooked. Once I cook you, what's this part called?”
Luna smiled, enjoying the way Hermione was touching her, and savoring her slow transition into meat. “Filet, I think. Or girl-steak. I've heard both, though I haven't tasted either to tell you for sure,” Luna admitted easily.
Hermione's fingers trembled as she imagined the nearly naked blonde in front of her devouring another girl. She knew Luna hadn't from her own admission, and yet the thought of Luna tearing out another girl's pussy with her teeth... It was definitely exciting.
The bookworm's probing digits slipped into the damp groove at the opening of Luna's slit. “Can I?” She asked, unsure.
“Of course you can. Even if I hadn't just invited you too, you already paid for me, Hermione. You can do whatever you want to me; even eat me.” Luna giggled.
Her cheeks blushing, Hermione took the invitation, eagerly plunging her fingers into the warm depths of Luna's snatch.
“You're wet,” Hermione observed, the fact of Luna's arousal still coming as a bit of a shock to her despite the ample proof beforehand.
“Aren't you?” Luna asked. “Eating a girl is an incredibly sexual experience. I do hope you're enjoying it as much as I am so far.”
“I'm, I just want to see this through,” Hermione blustered, “For my studies,” she added, blushing and convincing absolutely no one in the room, least of all herself.
“Are you sure?” Luna asked. “I could check for you,” she offered, almost, but not quite innocently.
“That's... No thank you!” Hermione hurriedly declared, pulling her sopping fingers free of Luna's warm box. As the cool air hit them, Hermione cursed her nervousness, mourning the way that Luna's heartbeat felt against her fingers when pressed by the walls of Luna's sex; it almost felt like Love.
Hermione offered her dripping fingers for Luna to suck on, wanting to get at least a bit of the feeling back, but instead of taking them into her mouth, Luna began to lick them, her pink tongue darting up and down like a kitten's until every centimeter of Hermione's fingers was clean, if not dry.
“Do you want to feel my tits too?” Luna asked, hopefully. “They're quite soft, and the nipples are very sensitive.”
Hermione shook her head, reminding herself of her mission, her purpose for buying Luna in the first place. She was here to cook her, and if Hermione played with her much longer, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to go through with her plans. Already the thought of keeping Luna around as her own personal plaything was becoming more alluring by the moment.
“No. I should- We should start cooking you,” Hermione replied.
“Oh?” Luna replied, her eyes as eager as a child who'd just been promised a new toy. “You've decided how you want to cook me?” Luna asked, enthusiastically, hopping down from the atop the kitchen table.
Hermione hadn't, actually, but the spreads from the catalogue flashed quickly before her eyes in response to the question. The Patil's fire dance, Hannah Abbott's Irish stew, Angelina Johnson's oven roast, Alicia Spinnet and her broomstick, Daphne Greengrass' outdoor butcher's block, Ginny's knives and spit, and Luna's recipe for 'spit-roasted Ravenclaw' with the spell that Hermione hadn't been able to restrain herself from practicing and perfecting last night, every last one of the ideas seemed appealing to Hermione, and she wasn't sure which option was the superior one! But, she didn't have to make the choice herself, did she? Luna already had a preference, and Hermione had memorized the spell to go along with it...
“I think I want to watch you become 'spit-roasted Ravenclaw,'” Hermione announced. “Just like in your listing,” Hermione clarified.
“Really!?” Luna asked, as excited as a kid on Christmas. “You really mean it!?”
“Of course,” Hermione agreed. “It... it gives me the best view of what's happening,” She justified to herself and the girl she was about to kill.
“Of course it does,” Luna agreed. “That's why I chose it. I wanted them to watch me while I cooked; to want me.”
“Your bullies?” Hermione asked, with a small amount of pity.
“Yes,” Luna agreed, slightly ashamed at her admission.
“Well,” Hermione paused, unsure what to say. “I want you,” she finally stated.
“Are you sure?” Luna asked, “You didn't want to eat me earlier,” Luna explained.
“I wasn't sure then,” Hermione answered back. “Now I am,” Hermione continued as she began to puzzle through Luna's motivation for selling herself like she did.
“Really?” Luna asked, still uncertain.
“Really,” Hermione stated authoritatively. “I want you Luna. I want to snuff you. I've wanted to snuff you ever since I saw this lewd little blonde enjoying herself with a carrot in the meat-girl catalogue,” Hermione explained, trying to reassure the girl she'd purchased. “That's why I bought you,” Hermione justified.
Luna still looked uncertain.
“Seeing you playing with that corn... Feeling you around my fingers... I don't want anyone else to have you, Luna.” Hermione paused. “I want to destroy you,” Hermione continued, “to make sure no one else can ever enjoy you like I will.”
Luna's uncertainty was fading, but it wasn't gone yet. “You're mine, Luna. And you look delicious,” Hermione added, looking Luna over, from the slender blonde's perky tits to her perfect pussy. “So, even if your bullies didn't buy you the way you'd hoped for, I did.”
Hermione smiled warmly at the trembling blonde, hugging the nearly naked girl to her before whispering in her ear. “You're my lunch, Luna, and I can't wait to taste you.”
Luna had tears in her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered back. “Thank you, Hermione. I'm really glad you found Ginny's catalogue last night instead of Harry. I'm really glad you'll be eating me...”
“Of course,” Hermione reassured the blonde as her mind raced over the information Luna just let slip. The catalogue she had was Ginny's? No wonder the redhead was teasing her about buying her... and she had left the magazine for Harry? That never would have worked out the way Ginny wanted, not without someone helping her out anyway. Still, now wasn't the time to think about Ginny. This was Luna's time now. Hermione would have to arrange something nice for Ginny later, after she finished with the blonde currently in her arms.
Hermione could feel Luna using the edge of her robe to dry her eyes, so she waited a few minutes until Luna started to pull away to let go. The blonde's eyes still looked a bit watery, but the smile on her face was genuine, if a bit nervous.