Right, Let's try that again. Here's the previous part, plus New Stuff, after the break!
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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.

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“I'm ready now,” Luna offered. “For you to snuff me.”

Hermione's sex thrummed with excitement at the thought of watching Luna's life slowly drain out of her eyes, but this wasn't just about her, not anymore. “I'm not,” Hermione replied. “There's a spell I'd like to try out first.” Hermione puled her wand from her robes as she watched Luna's eyes light up with hopeful anticipation. That was good, since this particular hex needed a willing target or it wouldn't work. “Contineo Vivam!” Hermione uttered with a flick of her wand, a small rose colored light shooting from her wand to hit Luna in the chest. The blonde shuddered, clearly cumming in response to the spell, though Hermione wasn't certain if it was from the side effects of the hex, or if Luna's energetic reaction was due to what that particular spell represented for her.

After the rush to get everything set up last night, Hermione had been left restless, sleepless. She'd turned to the catalogue for some respite, practicing and mastering the spell that Luna had suggested the person buying her use, more out of curiosity than any intention of using it. That same curiosity had led her wonder why a spell that would keep you alive no matter what harm befell you wasn't more commonly used, and then to look the spell up to find out why not. It turned out there was in fact a very good reason for not using the spell more widely. For one thing, the life preservation hex left the victim incredibly sensitive to every passing sensation, pain was more painful, pleasure more pleasurable, but that wasn't enough by itself to keep the spell from being used. No, the life preservation hex preserved life at the whim of the caster, as long as the hex was active, the subject wouldn't be able to die, no matter what happened to them, but the second the hex was lifted, Luna would die. By casting the spell, Hermione had signed Luna's death warrant.

Luna wanted to be hurt, to be wanted and abused, and this spell would give her exactly what she wanted, keep her alive through it all. From the first brush of the spit, past when Hermione began to devour her, until Hermione decided to finish her off for real, Luna would experience each and every moment of it. Was there any wonder that Luna had cum when the hex had hit her?

“Thank you,” Luna gasped, struggling to overcome the sudden influx of sensations. “Thank you, Hermione.”

The sight of Luna shivering in front of her, nearly naked, barely able to stand on her feet, her life now completely under Hermione's control, sparked something in the muggleborn bookworm, something she'd been denying she felt until now. Lust.

What was the point in denying herself any longer? Hermione wondered to herself. Did it really matter if she indulged herself with Luna? With the life preservation hex in place, the blonde wouldn't be leaving the kitchen alive. Hermione could do whatever she wanted with her without needing to worry what her classmates would think, or if it meant she was gay or... Luna wouldn't be able to tell anyone what happened between them, and no one cared about what the house elves felt in this school but her anyway...

“If you want to thank me,” Hermione began nervously, reaching below her skirt to pull off her plain white panties, “you could...”

“Inspect you for frimfrazzles as well?” Luna offered, getting down on her knees in front of the uncertain brunette. “I'd love to.”

Hermione's heart raced as Luna lifted her skirt, revealing her sex to the blonde's eager eyes. For a second, Hermione was worried Luna would say something embarrassing, or comment on how she looked down there, but Luna didn't do either. Instead, the blonde reached up and caressed her.

Hermione shivered as she felt Luna's fingers tracing her damp sex, pulling her open for 'inspection' as the younger girl's head slipped beneath Hermione's skirt. She was nervous. No one had touched her like this before. No one had even looked at her like this before.

Luna giggled softly as she felt Hermione jump at the touch of her tongue. It was nice, being wanted, knowing she made Hermione nervous. But she didn't want Hermione to remain nervous, Luna's owner deserved to be nice and relaxed for what she was doing for her. Gently, Luna licked the older girl in the crevice between her inner and outer labia, methodically lapping up the salty musk that had dripped from Hermione's sex in her excitement. Luna smiled at the thought that this was all because of her, her body, her death. Luna was the girl that Hermione had gotten turned on thinking about. She was the girl Hermione wanted to snuff, not Ginny, not Padma, not Cho, or Marietta Edgecomb, her. Luna knew it was strange, but the thought made her feel warm inside, especially now, knowing that Hermione could end her life whenever she wanted to with just a thought... Knowing that she was only keeping Luna alive because she knew that the blonde wanted to actually experience being cooked eaten, the thought warmed her heart as well as her sex.

It was nice, pleasing Hermione like this. It felt right. Even though she knew Hermione didn't fully understand why she wanted it, the older girl was giving her everything she wanted, and Luna wanted to show her just how much she appreciated her for it. Gently, she lapped at Hermione's sensitive inner lips, rubbing small circles in the girl's inner thighs with her thumbs as she licked up and down, her tongue making sure to probe every gap and crevice between Hermione's inner and outer lips.

Hermione moaned, luxuriating in the tender treatment of Luna's tongue. Absently she wondered whether this was Luna's first time pleasing another girl or whether there was more to the relationship between Luna and her 'bullies' than she had thought. The brunette was almost surprised how little the idea that Luna might be used goods bothered her, but after a moment she realized that it didn't matter as much to her who had had Luna as it did that no one would ever have her again.

Luna lapped at Hermione's slit, eagerly drinking in her arousal as Hermione moaned her appreciation above her. She could feel the nervous bookworm's tension draining out of her as Luna brought her steadily closer to release. Luna could feel Hermione's fingers twining into her hair, holding her in place as the brunette spoke to her, urging her to continue, to go faster. An order that Luna eagerly obeyed as she serviced her owner's pussy.

Suddenly, after an idle flick of Luna's tongue against Hermione's clit, the older girl came, forcing Luna's mouth into her snatch as she shuddered around the blonde, her legs encasing her head. Luna eagerly lapped up this new mess that Hermione made and the took her cue to withdraw, slowly sliding back and standing up again as her friend and owner steadied herself.

“Luna, that was...” Hermione paused, “Thank you.”

“You're welcome,” Luna replied. “Are you hungry yet?” the blonde asked, hopefully.

"You know what, Luna? I think I am." Hermione replied, much more relaxed and surprisingly even more eager to snuff the blonde bombshell than when she entered the kitchen.

"Oh, goody!" Luna exclaimed, standing up. The blonde's modest tits jiggled enticingly as she shivered with anticipation, and Hermione realized just how much she wanted to play with the younger girl's body.

With a flick of her wand and a short phrase, Hermione transmuted a pair of upright poles, flowing them upward out of the stone floor until they rested a slightly closer together than the span Luna's outstretched arms, and stopped at about a head and a half taller than Hermione's own height; at the top of each pole was a wide stone ring, the only clue as to their function.

Luna's eyes widened as she watched the poles grow out of the ground, wondering what they were for. It didn't really matter that she didn't know of course; Hermione was in charge of how to cook her. But their actual function was puzzling her a bit. Still, it was clear enough from the context what ber owner wanted her to do, so Luna skipped over to them, her lips still wet with Hermione's juices.

"Turn around and face me," Hermione ordered, after watching her friend's pert butt bounce its way to the poles. She'd conjured two lengths of rope while Luna was distracted and she was now quite eager to use them.

Luna did so with a smile, eager to please the girl who was making her fantasy come true.

With a short, shouted, incantation the rope shot out, knotting firmly around Luna's wrist, the other end yanking her arm up as it tied her to the ring at the top of the pole. Another incantation and the feat was repeated on Luna's other side, leaving the girl tied up like a giant letter Y, or maybe an M if one included the poles in the design.

"That's more like it," Hermione nodded. "I think it's time for me to inspect my purchase now."

Luna shivered. The sudden loss of movement was startling, yet still arousing, and Hermione's declaration was tapping into her deepest fantasies (or maybe realities now?) Of being sold and treated like meat. The blonde, already turned on by the day's activities could feel her pussy flood with arousal.

Hermione advanced, ruthlessly. Relentlessly stepping forward towards her bound captive. The grin that graced her lips was cruel, but Luna didn't care. No, in fact, it was exactly what she wanted. Luna had offered her body for sale in the catalogue for exactly this experience. Being wanted, being bullied, being eaten and then having her life snuffed out when her new owner was finished with her, Luna knew what she was getting into, and she was looking forward to every second of it.

Hermione stopped just in front of the quivering naked blonde girl who used to be her friend but was now going to be her lunch. For a moment, Hermione wanted to ask her if this was really what she wanted, to tell her she could back out. But that wasn't true anymore, was it? With the Hex cast Luna would die as soon as Hermione let her grip on the spell slip. It wasn't hard to hold onto, but the first time Hermione fell asleep she was likely to lose it as her dreaming mind let go of the spell, killing her friend.

Instead of bothering her, that thought just made Hermione's crotch blaze hotter.

Hungrily, Hermione reached forward, grabbing one of Luna's perky nipples between her fingers and twisting it.

"Ahha!" Luna let out a pained, shuddering moan; the hex boosting her sensitivity to previously unheard of levels.

Casually, Hermione let go, avidly watching as Luna's nipple shifted back into place, redder and more flushed than it had started. With a curious joy, Hermione flicked Luna's other nipple, ripping a tortured cry of "Yes!" from the blonde's throat.

"Oh wow, you're certainly eager," Hermione observed as the wispy girl panted, her entire body slumping, held up by her bonds.

Effortlessly, Hermione kicked Luna's feet apart, spreading her legs and opening up her pussy for easier view. "I wonder how you taste?"

The brunette bookworm reached down, fondling the blonde's damp sex. Luna shivered, practically cooing from the attention.

"My, you're certainly wet..." Hermione marveled. "You're really enjoying this aren't you?" Hermione smiled.

Luna panted, still unable to catch her breath properly after the way Hermione handled her nipples.

Hermione crooked her fingers, rubbing Luna's adorable lower lips with her index and middle fingers, "Ready?" She asked, not even waiting for a response before she thrust her paired fingers deep into the quivering blonde's snatch.

"Ah!" Luna's eyes bulged as Hermione dug her fingers into the front of Luna's overstimulated twat, tugging the blonde towards her without any regard to what Luna might think.

Hermione was enjoying herself. Feeling her fingers violating Luna's adorable little cunt was amazing. It was warm and soft and wet, it felt just like she remembered from before, but with a little added kick from the pain and discomfort she was obviously causing the blonde, as well as the feeling of control she got from doing it. Hermione had always been a control freak, bossing her friends around, needing everything to be perfect, but it had never felt erotic before Luna...

"Nnnnggg!" Luna grunted as Hermione continued to tug and twist inside her, the bookworm's modest nails digging into her incredibly sensitive inner walls.

Hermione pulled her fingers free of Luna's snatch with a wet 'plop,' savoring the expression on the younger girl's face. She looked, at once hopeful and nervous, like a puppy wondering if it had pleased its master. Deliberately, Hermione sucked her fingers dry.

"Mmmm," she groaned, savoring the other girl's taste. It was, at once sweet and earthy. Pleasant in its own way, but not what she was expecting. Much, Hermione decided, like the girl herself.

Idly, Hermione wondered what Luna would taste like with her tongue buried in her folds, like the other girl had done for her. After a moment's deliberation, she decided to find out. After all, what was there to be afraid of, Luna wouldn't be able to tell on her, and if someone did find out, she wasn't going down on another girl so much as she was taste testing her lunch. And, a small part of Hermione chimed in, Luna did deserve a reward for servicing Hermione earlier.

Her course set, Hermione knelt down, forcefully spreading Luna's legs once more.

Luna gasped as Hermione kissed her pussy, the brunette's lips pressing warmly against her own as she sought to open the entrance to Luna's sex. With her arms bound like this and her legs spread by Hermione's hands, Luna was helpless, exposed. There was nothing Luna could do to stop her friend even if she wanted to, and as she felt Hermione's tongue dive deep into her sex, stopping her was the absolute last thing on Luna's dazed mind.

'This is incredible,' Hermione thought to herself as she relished the feel of Luna's folds squeezing against her tongue. She'd never experienced anything like it before. She'd never even french kissed someone before today, and now she was eating out a girl she'd soon be eating for real. Hermoine lost herself in the process. She dutifully explored Luna's private cave with her tongue like a dedicated spelunker, tasting every centimeter of Luna's inner flesh, never noticing how she was bringing the other girl closer and closer to the edge until...

Hermione blinked as Luna's hips bucked, her cunt clamping down on Hermione's tongue as she sprayed the older girl with her juices. The blonde panted, her eyes rolling, unable to speak as Hermione looked up at her in askance. She'd never felt like that before, never had another girl taste her like that. She'd cum before, but nothing like this. Luna wasn't sure if it was from the side effects of the hex, or if it was from watching Hermione eating her out as she imagined the brunette doing it for real, but Luna's orgasm was quite literally mind blowing. She whited out from the force of it and as she came to, she could see Hermione standing up, taking a towel from a house elf and wiping herself off with a stern look on her face.