"I had a really nice ti tonight, Harry."
He smiled in return as the duo walked through the, now empty, hallway. " too, this was a lot of fun." They slowed upon reaching an intersection of paths, one leading towards Ravenclaw, the other to stairs down, and thus Slytherin. There the pair paused before turning idly to say their farewells for the evening.
It was then, with the moonlight streaming in, a calming silence in the air, and a bright smile on his date's face that Harry Potter felt an excitent flutter in his chest when he truly examined the blonde.
Luna was just so happy, so carefree and kind, and while he had always known she was lovely the evening's events had simply reinforced these notions. Now though there was sothing else, sothing more.
Harry wasn't quite sure when he had stepped forward, but the look in those silvery eyes told him the young girl might be just as excited as he was.
"Luna," he whispered, "could I kiss you?"
Her pupils dilated, mouth slightly open in a breathy expression of sothing, maybe longing, the girl nodded back and a second later his lips were on hers. Kissing Luna was… strange. Sure, he had imagined such things once or twice, like any hot-blooded teenage boy, but acting on it was sothing completely different.
The girl's lips were soft and despite his own size she seed so small next to him. Without even realizing it he had maneuvered them back into a corner with a small bench, body pressing against hers, hands searching for sowhere appropriate but at the sa ti wanting more of her.
He shouldn't, Harry knew he shouldn't, but she kept making those small noises against him, occasional gasps, whimpers, near-silent moans, and he just couldn't stop. The fact that she still tasted like ice cream only further fueled the heat in his body.
Breaking the kiss for a split second, and taking that mont to taste her neck instead, he whispered into her skin, "Do you want to…" he wasn't sure what it was he even wanted to do, just that he wanted, needed, more and that the blonde was quickly nodding while whimpering 'yes' and 'please'.
How she ended up sitting down he wasn't sure, nor did he know when he had knelt in front of her and, with a bit of struggling, managed to get her pants and underwear down. He did rember his silent awe when her legs spread, and he saw her pussy for the first ti.
With a glance up, and noticing the blush on her face, he whispered out how beautiful she was before leaning in and giving it a lick. Harry wasn't quite sure if she ca, although based on her reaction he figured she likely did, but was more concerned with how smooth her legs, and cunt, were, how warm her skin was, and earning a few more of those amazing sounds from her.
He dove in, sucking, licking, and generally just exploring her with an intensity normally reserved for Quidditch, or dueling at that point in his life. Luna gasped and moaned, bucking her hips while her hands were everywhere at once, sotis in his hair, sotis thrashing about, sotis trying to find a place to simply hold on and enjoy the ride.
Looking up, while still feasting upon her, he couldn't help but groan at the expressions of pure pleasure, at how her eyes rolled back into her head, at her open mouthed, but mostly suppressed, moans.
That wouldn't do, this was her first ti and he wanted her to rember it. His hands trailed across her legs, spreading her thighs before sliding up her torso and under her shirt. He lifted the object, almost exposing her completely to his sight but mostly taking in her nude body, before gently playing with her nipples.
He wanted this evening burned into her mind, for her to think back on this and touch herself, to masturbate while thinking of him. He wanted her deeply satisfied, worn out, and desperate for more all at the sa ti. He wanted her to look at him with lust anyti she thought she could get away with it, to flirt and try to get them alone for an encore, to desire him every waking mont.
He wanted her to dream about him.
The intensities of these thoughts nearly startled him into halting, but the look on her face, and a buck of her hips, had him increasing his rhythm instead.
Later, he could figure out what it all ant later, for now he had a desperately horny, and likely on orgasm number two or three, Luna Lovegood under his hands and he intended to enjoy every mont of it.
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FUCK
Grace Riddle had nearly given up tailing the two students as they went on their date. Part of her had wanted to just give them their space, and privacy, but another, and much stronger, wanted to see if anything ca out of it.
It certainly had not slipped her attention how Lovegood looked at Harry, how all of his friends looked at him when he wasn't watching, but after a few mild conversations and just silly childish behavior she thought they would turn in for the night after nothing more than a pleasant evening.
Then Harry kissed her and holy shit.
She wasn't sure how long the escalation from desperate kissing to 'legs spread eating her out' had taken but she didn't much care at that point. Harry Potter was devouring her like a witch starved of sex would if a man gave her a 'blank check' to his body.
Jealousy roared in her veins because it hadn't been long since they had been together, and she was certain he never went to sleep unsatisfied. She knew she certainly didn't. But now it was as if he were an entirely different person, one bent on giving the young girl as many orgasms as possible.
It wasn't fair, wasn't right, and was possibly the hottest fucking thing she had ever seen.
Fuck he was beautiful! Did Lovegood understand that? Did she have any idea how lucky she was to have a man going down on her with that much enthusiasm? She knew from experience how talented he was as well, Harry wasn't just excited to eat pussy, he was fucking amazing at it.
It was clear the girl was on almost 'nonstop orgasm mode' and she would be surprised if the blonde kept quiet much longer, or conscious for that matter. Biting her lip, Riddle snuck a hand down her own pants while her privacy charms held. The couple was doing this out in the open after all, surely it was okay to play a bit while she watched.
A re touch almost sent the older witch over the edge, her body already vibrating from the show taking place less than a dozen or so feet away. She could just make out the girls desperate pleas, and their joint lover's growl in response.
It was so animalistic that it filled her mind with further fantasies even as her fingers slipped into her hungry cunt. Would they fuck next? Surely they would, Lovegood was obviously desperate for him and he for her. Would he let her be on top, swap places so she could ride him with reckless abandon where anyone could walk by and see them? Maybe he would push her prone and cover her body with his, sothing a bit more sensual and romantic so they could continue their kissing.
They needed to, she needed them to, but alas he showed no signs of slowing down or stopping, just hungrily munching away at her naked cunt.
An orgasm ca up fast and hard, and Riddle barely had ti to slap a hand over her mouth to stifle any sounds from escaping and interrupting the couple. Save for when she had been with Harry directly it was easily the strongest orgasm of her life and even as she rode it out thoughts popped into her mind that this had only been the first date.
He had another with a Malfoy coming up and she was certainly not going to miss that.
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