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Star of The Weasley Family 15: Happy Harry & Lonely Luna
🕑 Added 2024-05-24 21:18:51 +0000 UTC"Why are you avoiding me? You have to take responsibility for what you did, Ron Weasley!"
"..."
Ron stood there, silently gazing at Daphne Greengrass, the blond-haired beauty of Slytherin. Her skirt folded up to reveal more of her spotless legs, her tie was missing, and the top two buttons of her shirt lay open. He knew she was trying to seduce him, and he wanted to know why.
"Responsibility? I barely touched you, and it was you who went all wild cat on me." Ron barked back, arms folded and his will strong despite the jitters in his loins. She was undoubtedly one of the most gorgeous girls in the school. But he wasn’t a weak man either. "We didn't even do it."
"What?" Daphne's eyes narrowed, her cheeks flushed. "Then, if I let you do it, you'd take the responsibility?"
Ron sighed and rubbed his face tiredly. It had only been one day since they returned to school after the Christmas holidays, and Lavender had tried to roughly drag him to the bathroom once. Now, here was Daphne, almost doing the same.
Her offer was tempting, and he'd have certainly agreed if the feelings between them were mutual. But right now, he could already see she was doing all this for a reason, not because she was attracted to him.
"Why are you doing this, Daphne? Who ordered you to do this? Draco?"
"Tsk!" Daphne sneered at Draco's name. "That manchild? Don't disgrace me like that, Weasley."
There she is, her true self. Ron got to see her sneering, prideful, pureblood attitude. This was the real Daphne, a girl who wasn't scared to show others their place if they annoyed her. What could compel her to go this far with me?
"Then why? I mean, you're clearly not head-over-heels for me. It’s written all over your face. And, even if I don't know you that well, you've always struck me as a pretty sharp and proud Slytherin. What you're doing is about as natural as a hippogriff doing ballet, and even a troll could see there's something fishy going on here,” Ron asked her again.
Daphne clenched her jaw and annoyedly stared at Ron. Her hands gripped the hem of her skirt, shame and annoyance building up in her emotions. "J-Just… Shut up and do it, Weasley… It's not like I have a choice."
I was right; someone's forcing her. Ron became careful.
"I'm not budging until you spill the beans. Did your dad put you up to this? Or is someone twisting your arm with some dodgy blackmail?" Ron inquired, stepping closer to her abruptly and buttoning up her shirt. "If you're desperate enough to go as far as to give yourself up to me, you should have the mind to tell me the truth too."
"We don't have a choice," Daphne responded, finally opening up. “It's all thanks to you."
"Me?"
"The Dark Lord wants you, but his focus is still on Potter. So, on whom lies the responsibility to get you? Even before the Dark Lord's escape, his Death Eaters came to our house and threatened Father. They did it with every family that has someone in Hogwarts, in Slytherin. We're supposed to lure you, Weasley—Lure you into a trap, " Daphne revealed, frustration building up, tears welling up in her blue eyes.
Her nails tightened on her skirt as she desperately looked at Ron. "J-Just do it and be done with it… Or else the Dark Lord…"
"Would he? You're a pureblood too, right?” Ron asked. "Isn't your family allied with him?"
"We're pureblood, and we're proud of it, but my family is no servant of the Dark Lord. We don't care about muggles, nor your bloody wars," she replied, or rather let out her frustration. Understandable, since she and her family got dragged in despite not wanting to.
Ron fell silent for a moment and pondered over the situation. So she's supposed to seduce me and lure me into a trap?
"So… let's say we come to an agreement without me having to do 'that' to you… What happens next? You're going to lure me into your home for an ambush, eh?" Ron asked her, rubbing his chin that had begun to grow a beard.
"Yes." Ashamed, Daphne looked down at Ron's feet. She just confessed to plotting his murder. "I don't know how else I could have lured you… I'm sorry, Weasly. I had no—"
"That's bloody awesome, Daphne!"
"..."
"What?" She stared at him in bewilderment.
Ron was excited and stepped closer to Daphne, his hands reaching her shoulders and holding her tight. "I'm willing to come to your home as long as I get to choose the day. You can tell your family that you've succeeded in seducing me, and you'll bring me home on Easter Holidays."
Daphne had no clue what to say to that abrupt offer. He’s willing to fall into a trap? Why?
Meanwhile, Ron had all the more reasons to be happy. With this, I can deal with a few Death Eaters before they attack the Department of Mysteries. Ugh, I need to start training more.
"So, what do you think?" He asked her again.
What's wrong with him? Daphne stared at his face dumbfoundedly, into his eyes, and just lost herself there. For no clear reason, her heart raced. The closeness of his body and face suddenly felt different. It's suicide!
"Why?"
"I have my reasons," Ron answered.
"Are you serious?"
"Blimey, just say it. Yes or no?" Ron barked.
Daphne finally sipped in a long breath and nodded firmly. "I-I'll do that… I hope you're not lying."
Ron left her shoulders and stepped away, shrugging. He headed towards the empty classroom's door to leave. "Don't worry. I love Death Eaters more than anyone—great target practice."
"..."
"Oh, fix your skirt before you leave. You're showing a little too much today." Ron waved his hand without looking and vanished outside into the hallway.
Left alone, Daphne continued to stare at the door. That day, she had made up her mind to give her chastity to Ron as long as she could win him over. It was a big deal for her, having been brought up in a conservative house that valued purity.
"He's crazy." She groaned in defeat. "Absolutely crazy."
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Woosh!
"And there goes Harry Potter after the golden snitch!"
The broomes zoomed past the high spectator seats on the towers, and the crowd of Hogwarts students cheered for their teams. The match was between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, and clearly, Gryffindor was winning, with Harry leading the game.
Ron, sitting at the topmost seat at the back in the spectator tower, smirked as he noticed Harry toying with Cho in the game, both being seekers.
"So you're telling me Harry decided to act unaware of her cheating? But why?" Hermione asked, seated beside Ron in the stands. It being the middle of January, they had put a blanket on their laps, something Ron made sure to take advantage of.
He smirked, feeling quite the cheeky git as he reached between her legs. Lucky for him, she’d skipped the jeans today—brilliant choice, really—and gone for a long, fluttery skirt. With a quick tug under the blanket, he bunched it up near her belly, giving him plenty of access to her smooth, warm skin.
"Ron… No-oh!" Hermione giggled in weak resistance. Surrounded by other Gryffindors, her face turned red.
"Shh…" Ron replied, spreading her legs with his palm and claiming the silken touch of her panties-covered heated core. He thanked his luck for being able to get that last-row corner seat, which meant there was nobody on the other side of Hermione. "Harry wants to deal with the mess on his own. It's better we don't talk about it either."
"Mmmhmm~" Hermione pressed her lips together, trying not to moan. It felt too darn hot being so shameless in public.
But the next moment, her face turned to Ron, and her big eyes glared at him, her brows creased together. She tried to clench her legs shut, but Ron was faster and had already slid under the waistband of her silky panties.
He slid his palm on her pelvis, diving down as he curved two fingers. Still a bit worried that she would be angry if he went too far, his fingers didn’t pry her gates open. Instead, he cherished her lower lips, massaging her little kernel with the tip of his finger, causing her to dribble for more.
Hermione’s knees buckled, her hand instinctively clenching, holding Ron's thigh to keep herself from moaning.
Ron, sensing how heated she was, whispered into her delicate ear, "Can't wait to find you alone." Teasing her earlobe with his hot breath, he added, "I miss your warmth around me."
Hoyaaaaaaay~~! The crowd roared in a frenzy.
Unbeknownst to them, Hermione also let out a sultry, panting, whispering cheer of her own, drowned out by the loud celebration. Her breathy, lewd moan, escaped as her lips trembled.
Ron’s finger kept exploring the junction of her thighs, bruising up and down the moist portal of her loins. Every time he felt her pussy twitch, he would come back to the same spot, knowing he had found one of her sensitive spots. “I can’t wait to hear you moan my name.”
Like that, they continued to watch the match at the same time, smiling as if all was well, both waving the Gryffindor signboard with their free hands, covering their heated expressions.
"Can Harry Potter make it? Can he take the golde—He has! He did it once again! One hundred and Fifty points to Gryffindor! Yet another victory…"
The crowd went wild. Ron stroked Hermione’s sweet button of love, harder and faster, round and round, with his slick, wet finger. Pinching it between his middle and index finger, gently tugging and letting it snap back from the soaking nectar of her core.
Hermione’s belly knotted up, her body twitching uncontrollably as her pussy throbbed. Her face was blushing red with love and lust for Ron, and finally, her last ounce of control broke, letting her honey-sweet juices flow. Her panties now ruined under her skirt.
Seeing her finally let out a long breath, Ron removed his hand. He stared at her dreamy, almost watery eyes and softly licked his two fingers that made her come.
"Umm… Taste like fresh roses," he confidently smirked.
"Y-You brute." Hermione pouted and punched his shoulder gently before standing up to blend with the crowd. Though her knees were weak after that heavenly shameless release, she held Ron's shoulder for support and cheered for Harry.
Ron held her by the waist, and she held his arm. "So, when am I going to be on the receiving end?"
"Soon." Hermione chirped, smiling as she knew what he wanted. "Focus on OWLs first."
"Tsk… Don't spoil the mood."
"If…" Hermione didn't stop just there. "If you get A and above in all subjects I'll… I'll let you do it."
"..." Ron felt a little speechless and excited for a moment, but soon he cursed. "Ah, that's like asking me to duel Professor Dumbledore and win. You know I'm going to fail in divination."
"Fine, in all subjects but divination—but you need to get one outstanding at least." Hermione changed her demand quickly. It wasn't just something she was giving Ron. It was also something she wanted.
"Hmm…" Ron rubbed his chin. "I've gotten much better in Charms. I think I can manage."
"Overconfident, are we?"
"Hah, facts, Hermione… just facts." Ron chuckled and softly poked her waist to make her yelp. "I can't wait."
"Me neither," she responded and tried to leave quickly to hide her embarrassed face. "I need to go clean up."
"I'll go see Harry and find you in the common room." Ron let her leave and looked at the field where the quidditch team was heading towards the changing rooms.
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“Oh! Oohhh yes… Harry, Yess.. Harder!”.
What the! Right here?
Ron waited outside the changing room but only saw the Gryffindor team leaving, and Harry was nowhere to be seen. Getting impatient, he entered the changing room and soon noticed a muffled voice from the broom closet.
He carefully opened the door and peeked inside, and there Harry was, pumping into Cho like no tomorrow, both still in their quidditch clothes—almost. Cho's tight breaches were torn around her ass, and Harry was moving with a beastly rhythm as he shoved in with heat.
Harry was holding Cho against a wall, lifting her in his arms as she leaned back, allowing him to go deep into her.
His hips thrust in mercilessly while his tongue traced her curving jawline. Before long, his heavy kisses went down towards her neck, covering her delicate skin with his spit.
As if Cho knew Harry’s hands were busy holding her up, she tore open her t-shirt from the neckline on her own and pulled her bra up without the thought of taking off her cloak. Releasing her plump hills for him, she eagerly pulled his head closer, letting him suckle to his delight.
Harry’s mouth finally found his target, suckling and biting her exposed pale brown nipples as his plunges kept jolting her body up and down and his lips pulling on her hardened buttons.
Damn, it's like an animal fucking. Ron was just shocked to see his best friend being so uncontrolled. Go on, let it all out, buddy. I'll keep watch here.
“Ghk… Ah…” Harry started grunting, panting with wild abandon. Quidditch was already tiring, so this extra bit of exercise was too much for him.
But he still went hard, soaking in the warmth of Cho's cunt. He refused to kiss her a second time, however, and only played with her tits the whole time, biting and sucking as if he was thirsty for her nectar.
“Ahhh… Harry! Yes! Yes! I’m coming!” Cho finally felt that ecstasy washing over her body, still riding his cock as her juices started to flow.
Harry’s cock squelched inside her with a few more vigorous thrusts as if he was showing her how much more he could make her feel. Cho cried out in blissful agony, going through a second wave of heavenly climax.
For a moment, Harry paused, taking in a deep breath while his cock kept throbbing in the heated, drenched furnace.
Finally, Harry pulled out and let Cho slide down the wall supporting her, down to her weak knees. He stood there, looking down on her ruined form, sitting in front of his throbbing, iron-hard phallus.
Harry traced his fingers down Cho’s sweating face, down her temple and cheek, tugging open her lips with the tip of two fingers. Without warning, he shoved his cock into her hot mouth, fucking Cho's mouth as wildly as he did her pussy.
Seeing all that, Ron's brows shot up. Merlin's tits! He's going bullish on her.
Harry recklessly fucked her face hole, pouring out his emotions with every thrust. He could feel the suction of her thin lips, trying hard to please his cock with her massaging tongue.
“Ghk.. umph! Umh! Ghck!” Her slobbering moans rang out with each pump.
Harry felt the itch in his balls slowly creeping up around his abdomen. He knew he was close, but he didn’t want to come in her mouth. He wanted to deprive her of that satisfaction for once.
He suddenly pulled his straining cock out, slapping Cho’s lips with the purple bulge of his crown. His cock burst like a fountain of creamy spread and glazed Cho’s entire face, breasts, hair, and clothes with spurt after spurt of his hot load.
After the last drop of his seed, Cho finally relaxed back against the wall. Breathing heavily, she looked at Harry with a loving gaze, a smile dancing on her lips.
"Ah…" Harry exclaimed and quickly pulled his pants up. He took out a handkerchief and helped her clean up. "I'm sorry, Cho… I lost myself. Was I too rough?"
"N-oh… No, Harry. I loved it." Cho replied, smiling. She took the handkerchief and cleaned herself on her own. "Y-You should go now. Someone might come looking for you."
"You're right. I'll see you later, Cho." Harry grabbed his expensive broom and left the broom closet, breathing heavily. He quickly changed his clothes and headed out of the changing room.
"Ehm…" Ron cleared his throat, standing just outside the changing room, leaning against the wall. "I didn't know you were this wild, Harry."
Harry embarrassingly looked down, scratching his head. "You saw?"
"And heard," Ron added, cheekily smiling. He grabbed Harry by one shoulder and dragged him away towards the school. "Really? Apologizing after doing it?"
"I-I went too far, Ron."
"But how was it? Just tell me when you want to expose her. Until then, enjoy school life," Ron advised him, something he felt was wrong, but not entirely evil.
Harry shook his head, breathing deeply. He looked at Ron as they walked. "Ron, this isn’t right. Let's stop this… She made a mista—"
"Bla, bla, bla…" Ron mumbled. "That's post-nut clarity speaking. You'll want that warmth and tightness around you as soon as that clarity goes away. Besides, she cheated on you knowingly, she had never broken up, Harry—she was two-timing you from day one. So, it's better that you do her all you can until you get tired. You can stop then."
"Why not now?" Harry asked.
Ron shrugged. He realized it was easier to give others good advice. "If you don't get tired of her first, you'll feel wronged and angered anytime you see her. You'll imagine Cedric fucking her whenever she passes by you, remembering that you had her once, and now you don't… Trust me, think from your cock for once, not brain."
"..."
That was some fucked up logic that only Ron could come up with, Harry felt. But now that he imagined it, it felt right. Yes, before he had Cho, he used to imagine how lucky Cedric was to be able to get physical with Cho.
"Hmm… fine… I'm hungry, let's go."
"For food or for puss—"
Bam!
Harry smacked at his shoulder.
####
As the night fell, Ron and Harry sat together in the common room. It was late, and it was just the two of them left, sitting beside the fireplace and discussing the upcoming events with utmost seriousness. Both their lives were on the line, after all.
"I'm going to join them when the attack happens," Ron declared, not an ounce of fear in his voice. Can't leave Amelia alone, after all.
Harry sighed and agreed. Normally, he'd have stopped Ron, but now he felt confident in his best friend's growing capabilities. "If I'm the Chosen One, then I have to be there too."
"No doubt about it, mate. But you’ve got to be careful since you're the main reason that demon baby is going to attack,” Ron warned him and added further. "I reckon we should start training ourselves for it. How about holding sparring sessions?"
Harry agreed right away. "That's a good idea. With Umbridge gone, we can use one of the empty classrooms on the seventh floor. But we'll only be able to do it at night… Filch will be an issue."
"Leave that to me," Ron said, confident in his abilities now. After all, he had friends in very high places now. "But who should be the members besides you, me, and Hermione?"
"Umm… Neville, Ginny, Fred and George, Dean, Angelina, Lavender… Luna?" Harry mumbled a few names.
"Not Lavender!" Ron blurted. "She's too unstable."
"What do you mean?"
"Would you invite Cho?" Ron asked back.
Harry scowled and understood the reasoning. "Then, let's add a few more names from Gryffindor."
"I'll buy a few training dummies for practicing," Ron suggested, though mainly wanting to use them for himself.
Harry blinked stupidly. "Do you have the money?"
"Hah, don't be like that now, Harry. The fame has made me filthy rich, and besides, I also get a monthly salary from the MAGI foundation I created from Malfoy's wealth, and it's pretty substantial," Ron revealed for the first time. "I still have some control over the money... I just don't own it all now."
Taken aback, Harry stared at his best friend's face as if he was a stranger. "Since when did you become this smart?"
Bam!
Ron scoffed and jabbed at Harry's chest. "Confident—I just grew some confidence, and everything became a breeze."
And lucky, I guess.
"Hah…" Harry yawned just then. "I'm off to bed then."
"I'm going to study a little. I don't want to fail the exams." Ron grabbed a book from his side and opened it.
Harry pitifully sighed and patted his friend before leaving. Confidence couldn't help you ace exams, after all.
Ron genuinely spent an hour reading the book almost till midnight. It was the History of Magic book, one of the subjects he was the weakest at. But this was different from Divination, and scoring in it was just a matter of memory.
However, there were more pressing matters to take care of. He put the book away, checked his surroundings, and silently exited the Gryffindor common room. Darkness had taken over most of the school, and the distant torches on the wall didn't provide that much light.
He walked upstairs while ensuring Filch never saw him and arrived at the seventh floor. There, he entered a large, empty classroom with just two old benches in a corner. Finding the space enough, he quickly took off his upper clothes and started doing push-ups to get the blood pumping and his body prepared.
After doing three sets of twelve, he took out a paintbrush and a bottle of ink from his discarded jacket pocket. Then, he walked to the far edge of the room and painted a bullseye in multiple places.
This should be enough. He stepped back after painting ten of them on the front, left, right walls, floor, and ceiling. Time to practice.
Finally, he walked away to grab his wand. The spells he had in mind to master were Stupefy, Diffindo, and Expelliarmus. He wanted to use them in a combo so he could disarm his enemies.
Wish I could try Bombarda and Confringo. He felt the need to find a better place to train where no sound would leave the room.
"Diffindo!" Ron flicked his wand just then and lunged sideways, imagining an opponent attacking him. Mindflight, he swings the wand again. "Stupefy!"
The goal was to dodge physically and constantly be able to hit the spells on one target each time. He knew it was dumb to physically try and dodge, but he had nobody with him at the moment. He needed someone to hurl attacks at him to learn to counter them.
Sparring with the others should help me starting tomorrow.
Woosh!
"Ha!" He tried nonverbal spells, too, but they seemed impossible to him as he lacked focus. "Stupefy! Fuck… I missed."
Panting like a dying dog, Ron stood still to catch his breath. His hair, drenched in sweat, stuck to his head and face. They were annoying, he felt.
"I need a haircut… ugh…"
Knock! Knock!
His head swirled to the side, and confusion dawned on his face. Umm… Lovegood? Why's she here?
"Hello, Ron."
Already on a first-name basis? Ron straightened up and noticed she was still wearing her school uniform, the skirt, shirt, sweater, and black cloak. Very unusual.
This was Ron's first time being face-to-face with her like that. He had only heard about her from Harry before. "Um, hey. What happened? Shouldn't you be in your dorm?"
"No." Luna walked into the empty classroom, unbothered by Ron's sweaty, shirtless condition. The stoic smile remained plastered on her face as she surveyed the room with interest. "What are you doing?"
"Training."
"Can I watch?"
She has no sense of holding a conversation. Who talks so bluntly? Ron scratched his head and just shrugged. It wasn't like he was doing something secret.
"Sure," he replied and continued to train. However, he always felt conscious of her gaze at him while she sat on one of the desks in the far back, her feet dangling.
What a strange girl… but pretty cute. Ron wondered if it was right to show off a little, but he ended up doing it anyway.
Woosh!
A remarkable show of his athletic six-foot-three frame, he dodged the imaginary attacks and hit back precisely where he wanted. He repeated the attack multiple times on multiple bullseyes. But he still found himself off the mark a little.
I'll have to practice it daily until it’s perfect.
A panting, sweating mess, he finally calmed down and looked back towards Luna. He decided to end the training and approached her, grabbing a small discarded piece of wood from the second broken desk.
He transfigured it into a simple cup, made some water with a spell, and drank it all. Finally, as he caught his breath, he looked at the girl's face—charming, oval-shaped, with a small nose, pale silvery eyes, and dirty blonde hair. Her size was short, too lithe for someone just a year younger than him.
Five-one? Five-two? Ron wondered how tall she was. Pretty uncommon looks… dreamy?
"So, what in Merlin's name are you doing out this late? It's probably two in the morning or something," Ron finally asked her, standing like a tower just half a meter from her while she remained seated at the desk.
Luna stopped swinging her feet and stared at his body, from his naked abs to his chest and then his face. "I wait until all the girls in my dorm fall asleep."
Bullied? Ron's brows furrowed. Wait, she only got one shoe.
"What happened to your other shoe?"
"Oh, this? A game… People hide them, and I find them."
Definitely bullied. Didn't expect this from those snobbish little Ravenclaw bastards. Ron had no clue, but the girl had such a precious face that he felt bad for her. Better have Harry make Cho sort things out.
"You need my help finding them?" He inquired.
"No, it's fine," Luna chirped back, continuing to swing her feet. "Oh, I heard a rumor about you. Is it true?"
"What rumor?"
"They say you're very big, the biggest in the school."
"..."
Does she know what she's talking about? Ron felt embarrassed a little by that. "What do you mean?"
"Your male organ, I mean. Isn't that what they talk about?"
Who the heck are ‘they’? Who's spreading this rumor? Ron annoyedly nodded his head, since it was indeed decent. Every girl he had been with had told him it was big.
"It's decent, I thi—"
"Can I see it?" Luna cut him off.
"..."
She has no damn idea how to talk. Ron scratched his head awkwardly. He looked down at his pants and noticed there was no semblance of an erection.
"It's not hard yet. It needs some incentive... We should go back to our dorms," Ron advised her and grabbed his shirt to wear.
"How's that done? What kind of incentive?" Luna asked.
She's got to be playing with me now. There's no way she's this unaware. Ron noticed the curiosity on Luna's alabaster face. No, she's bloody serious.
"Well…" He shrugged awkwardly. "When a boy looks at a girl's bare body… you know, the chest and the parts between legs."
"Oh, I remember it now!" Luna chirped and suddenly jumped from the desk, standing up.
Luna suddenly leaned down, raised her skirt slightly, and pulled down her bright pink panties. Then, she completely took them off her legs, one leg at a time.
Then, she went back to the desk to sit down with a small jump and squish of her cushiony behind. Her fingers gently hooked the hem of her skirt, lifting it as she parted her legs, revealing the hidden junction of her bare thighs.
Ron was dumbfounded; flabbergasted; astonished even.
"Like this?" She asked.
No, no, no. This isn't real. This isn't happening. Ron felt his erection rise rapidly to salute the heavenly slit presented to his eyes. He froze there, his gaze refusing to look anywhere else, while his heartbeat raced like an engine.
Luna's core was pristine, so untouched and unblemished, it looked like a delicate gift waiting for him to unwrap. Her tight petals pink as her lips, her tiny hints of hair so blond he could barely notice them against her creamy pale skin. It looked as delicious as a freshly trimmed one.
Her tight slit matching was her lithe petite body, so sweetly innocent he was worried he could hurt her.
At the end of the day, Ron was still a man. He breathed heatedly and lowered his pants, and then his underwear. He hesitated a little but then lowered the underwear enough to reveal his rock-hard shaft with his family jewels on display.
"Ah!" Luna gasped. Was it shock, scare, or excitement? It was unknown. She didn't look at anything but his length. "Ooh… it's moving."
Of course, it's moving. I'm hard as a bone. Ron groaned, wondering how much longer she wanted to look at it.
"Is that enough?” he asked, trying his best not to stare at her beautiful, untouched depths, a faint trace of heat already visible in the rosy tightness.
"Hmm…" Luna tilted her head sideways. "Can I hold it?"
Ron gulped. He hadn't expected she'd be the one to escalate things like that. But imagining her soft hands stroking him made him aroused. Why not exchange things?
Though, he felt ashamed to ask it since he knew it was Luna's first time. Yet, he knew this step was necessary for the following steps later. "Only if… you let me see yours… closely. Very closely."
"Mine?" Luna curiously looked down at her lower lips, and then back at Ron's cock. "Okay, but then I should get to do the same, no?"
Ron's brows shot up. He didn't even have to ask. "Sure, if you can. We’ll see.”
Ron came closer, so close he was practically standing between her knees. He caught sight of her curious and naive gaze, wondering what kind of expression she would make, what kind of sounds would come out of those pink lips of hers. He wondered and was eager to find out.
He squatted down, looking up at her face beyond the perky, covered breasts, and finally circled his arms around each thigh from below. Ron relished the feeling of her smooth, soft thighs on both his palms.
“Ah!” Luna squirmed a little, worried she would fall when Ron suddenly pulled her closer to the edge of the desk.
“You look good down here,” Ron smiled, inhaling the sweet scent so close to his nose. “Good enough to eat.”
“Oh—Ron, we can’t eat peo–oh!” Luna’s words were stifled by the sudden exhale of a squeal that came out. Her body quivering uncontrollably,
“Umph… Of course… we can,” Ron muttered between licks. His tongue extended a bit more, tracing the opening between her lower lips so slowly and gently he could feel her body shiver in the palm of his hand.
“Uaahh~” Luna squealed melodically. Her knees buckled, feeling the tease of every touch on her petals. It crawled up, leaving traces of wet heat in its wake. She could feel his tongue finally reach the top.
However, before she could let out a breath of relief, his tongue flicked a sensitive spot she never knew she had. It circled and massaged her tiny clit, making it grow and blush under his loving caresses.
“Uhh uhh uhh!” Luna threw her head back in bliss. Her moans intermingled with heated whimpers.
Her body twitched all over as even her hardened nipples suddenly felt sensitive to the touch of her bra. Her arms felt weak, shivering as she couldn’t control her senses, and falling back to lay on the desk.
“That's it, let it out, Luna. Sing for me,” Ron mumbled as he kept tasting her flowing juices, lapping up her pussy with wide sweeps of his tongue. From far below to her little nub, fast and slow, making her feel his teasing all around the entrance of her virgin core.
Feeling like it wasn't enough, Ron shuffled to his knees, his forearms circled her thighs even tighter, allowing his hands to reach her pelvis, and his fingers reached her petals from above. Using his fingers, he widened her soft pink lips, earning a cute little gasp from Luna lying on the desk.
Ron could see everything; her wet, glistening walls twitching and throbbing for him. Blushing pink as her kernel of love quivered in the top center, while her entrance gaped, clenching and releasing, as if begging for something.
He gulped at the sight, leaned his head closer, and started sucking on her small bump. He licked again and again, sucking between swipes and slobbering all over her wetness, as he didn’t want to take her first time that way. It was a privilege he would leave for his throbbing cock.
Luna moaned, her voice so soft and dreamy, cute and sexy, almost causing him to go wild. Her legs instinctively struggled to close on his head, but Ron’s arms kept her open for him, almost forcefully. Luna didn't understand why it felt so good, his muscles pushing her thighs apart felt so hot and lewd, tickling her belly full of butterflies.
“Oh, oh! Ron! I can’t .. hold it,” Luna muttered incoherently, throwing her head left and right as her muscles knotted up.
“Let it go, it's fine,” he muttered into her vulnerable pussy.
“Ahh!” Luna cried out like a young siren, her pussy clenching up in a glorious moment of release. Her sugary fluid secreted out of her pink walls, flooding onto Ron’s tongue.
But Ron didn't stop. To his own surprise, doing this to Luna didn’t leave him in disgust at all. His tongue kept curling around her opening as he lapped everything up and gulped down her sticky honey until the very end, getting a taste of Luna that somehow wasn’t bad, almost sweet.
"So that was orgasm?" Luna mumbled, her face and body sweating as she lay there. "The girls used to talk about this. Did you have it too?"
Ron simply shook his head, standing back up at the edge of the desk, right between Luna’s limp legs. He pulled her to sit up by her shoulders, looking at her watery eyes.
Her blushing and sweaty face looked satisfied. But she still wouldn't let him go. She looked back at him, naively asking, “Then, can I make you feel this good too?”
Right then, Ron’s cock flared up with heat, imagining all the things she could do. No, more like all the things he could teach her to do. Everything he could do to make her cry out his name in begging, like before.
His throbbing cock twitched against her belly—the base of his cock resting near her entrance, and his bulging cockhead resting almost at her navle—truly too big for her small form.
They both looked down at his straining cock.
Ron chuckled breathily. "It won't fit."
Luna hummed and suddenly grabbed his cock and rubbed the bulbous head on her sore, soaked pussy lips. "I think it will…"
Ron’s wide eyes look down, and then up at her face again. She was very much aroused, drenched down there, and her eyes intoxicated. But he didn't want to hurt her, "I'm sure it won't, Luna."
"Hmmm…" She teased her pussy lips with her own fingers, leaking out whispering moans from her lips.
To Ron’s surprise, Luna placed his cockhead on her tight, barely noticeable petals. She was just so tight. "We can try? I suddenly feel like I really want to try it.”
"Fuck yes!" Ron didn't hold himself back anymore. It was mutual, so there was no reason for him to reject this offer. But then he paused for a moment, “You know it's going to hurt a bit, right? Since, it’s your first time.”
Luna nodded in naive confidence, “Hmm, I can hold on. They did say it will only hurt for a moment.”
With that, Ron's towering body leaned forward, covering Luna under his broad torso's shadow.
He gently started pushing, allowing his girthy cock to part her sweet, virgin petals. He could see Luna’s brows winch a little, possibly from the stretch of his sheer size.
Like ripping off a bandage, he plunged with a short quick thrust and planted half of his length in. He pulled her in, hugging her face closer to his chest, somehow wanting to ease her strained body and calm her down.
As he waited for her to breathe naturally, his cock relished her contracting depths, clenching around him for dear life. So tight!
It felt like he was drowning in a hot tub, her throbbing pussy instinctively massaging his cock, almost pushing him out with her unexplored sweltering depth; Clenching and releasing the wet walls, adjusting to his shaft.
Luna writhed in stinging pain as she felt the seemingly infinite stretch. She bit her trembling lips as her fingers clawed at his chest and abs.
After a few moments, her whimpers abated, turning into mewing moans that followed the rhythm of her throbbing pussy. Ron couldn't see her face plastered on his sweating chest, but he could imagine how lewd it must look as her voice almost sounded like pleading for him to make her feel better.
Ron slightly pushed more of his cock in, but Luna shook her head. So he pulled back and let her breathe deeply before slowly moving back in.
He noticed the thin scent of blood, now her virginity taken. The famed Ronald Weasley almost felt guilty for receiving such a prized treasure. But he was still a man, after all. How could any man say no to such a pure beauty? Especially now, when she was whimpering so adorably in his hands.
Ron breathed deeply, trying to figure out if she was moaning or crying. However, he noticed her hips moving subconsciously, struggling to find her own pleasure with his size. His hands went down her body, holding her waist tightly as he allowed her to rest her head on his shoulder.
He started moving, fucking her but with just half of his cock as he couldn't go deeper without hurting her. His cock strained to fit, feeling the walls of her core sealing him in like a vacuum seal, sucking his cock while her nectar rolled and dropped down his balls. Her small cave of wonders felt heavenly, almost causing him to dive in recklessly.
He wanted her to feel better, to enjoy it as much as he did, to drown in the blissful fucking and give in. He teased her clit with his finger, massaging the wet button between their slapping flesh.
“Oooh! Ooh!” she cried out as her body arched back. He made her reach that wondrous climax once more; her entire body throbbed, and she almost fell back. But Ron still held on to her waist, forcing her to constantly feel the squelching nectar aiding his cock as it kept thrusting into her.
"Ah… it feels so… strange and so good." Luna let her head fall back while she held onto his shoulders, the ethereal sensation making her eyes go shut. "Umm… Did you feel it too… Ron?"
Ron chuckled, holding on to her slim waist as she wiggled and shivered. “It’s impossible. I didn't even go in that much.”
She frowned, reluctant to be the only one that felt that good. She leaned back on the desk, spreading her legs wider. “You said we can try, maybe try harder?”
“You’re right,” Ron smirked mischievously, leaning down on her body as his hips pushed in with the hunger he had been suppressing.
“Oh!” Luna cried out, feeling like her body was going to rip apart. Her stretching walls stung as they almost widened to her limit. “Oh… Ron! Deeper!” She yelled at him to keep going.
He obliged, shoving in his cock deep to the hilt with eager craving, finally striking his balls against her lower thighs.
“Ahhhhhh!” Luna screamed, a mixture of confusion and pain.
Ron sighed. The guilt in his gut multiplied, and finally, he pulled out. He looked at her tearful eyes. She was too sweet, like a doll that he didn't want to harm. He didn't want to hear her cries, but her sweet moans.
"It's not possible on day one, I'm afraid." Ron stepped away from her. "For me to fit in, it'll need a few days of preparation."
“Hmmm~” Luna tiredly hummed and nodded weakly on the desk. “Maybe try again next time? Tomorrow?”
She asked so sweetly and innocently that Ron couldn't possibly say no. “Alright, as long as you don't tell anyone. Let’s keep it between us… good friends..?”
“Of course. But, if we’re good friends, it doesn't feel right if I'm the only one feeling good.” Luna said as she sat up again on the desk.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, is there any other way for me to make you feel it too?” Luna asked, cutely tilting her head.
“Hmm..? Maybe we can try other places.” Ron muttered, wondering if it was possible. Since Luna had never done it before, had she ever tried using her mouth for such things?
“What do I do?” Luna cheerfully asked, jumping off the table and standing right in front of Ron.
Ron gulped, looking straight at her glossy pink lips.
“On your knees, and open your mouth.”
Luna did as he was told to, opening her mouth wide with her pink tongue sticking out. She had to stand upright on her knees to reach for Ron's sizable cock. Luna’s eyes remained glued to his girth and saw the little throbs it made, the bulging veins all over, the plump head, and the hanging balls below.
Ron stepped up, letting his cock press against her wide tongue.
Her thin, warm fingers eventually found their way around his girth, unable to grip him fully. She used her other hand as well, and pulled back his foreskin as her tongue swished around the rim of his crown. Her eyes sometimes wandered as if she was trying to remember what he had done to ‘eat’ her before. Licking up and down his lengthy shaft, sometimes even sticking her chin on his balls, focusing gentle nibbles at his base.
“Umphh… ahh….umm,” the oddly erotic sounds she made tickled his insides, spreading the vibrations of her voice around his cock.
Ron enjoyed it, loving her nimble fingers, soft, small hands stroking him, resting his own palms on her dirty blonde head. Ron looked down and wondered. Isn't she disgusted? I just finished training. It should be sweaty down there.
But to his amazement, Luna parted her small lips and tried to take him in her mouth.
She somehow fit the cockhead, but she couldn’t go further as she already felt his size getting too big for her mouth. She licked her tongue all over his cockhead, her tongue so slick and thin that she was able to squeeze some into the slit of Ron's cockhead, causing a twitching, lightning-like sensation to travel up his knees and balls.
Ron was thrown into a frenzy of pleasure. His hips jolted, almost shoving a little more of his cock in her mouth, grazing the back of her throat. He quickly tried to stop himself, not wanting to choke the doll-like beauty.
Just one-fourth of his length had filled up her mouth, but she still tried her best to please him.
Luna’s throat subconsciously tried to swallow the thing in her throat, causing her tongue and mouth to massage Ron with wave after wave of pressure. It felt so good he almost wanted just to grab her blond hair and shove himself deep into her thin lips entirely. The self-restraint was wreaking havoc in his mind, as if he was masochistically chained down.
But she mistakenly used her teeth when his cock brushed against her inner gums, giving Ron a slight scare.
"Ah! By eating, I didn't mean literally eat! No teeth… Luna-ah!" Ron groaned as she moved her face back a bit. Is cock was already throbbing uncontrollably, and he couldn't back out now, so he went back in for more, simply wanting that glorious finale.
Luna merely nodded and sucked on him some more. Ron noticed that she stopped making any noise, realizing that she was getting tired. Maybe I should stop? She isn’t experienced enough to make me come.
But suddenly, before he could say anything, Luna sucked him hard. A last-ditch effort from the naive girl to fulfill her peculiar craving of wanting him to feel good too. Her tongue swirled around his length with a wild frenzy. The stagnant sensation that was merely enjoyable suddenly shot up his family jewels.
Ron felt the heavenly feeling, knowing he was on the verge of coming.
"W-Wanna taste it?" He asked. Only Merlin knew what came into his mind.
Luna nodded again, still sucking him to no end.
Ron finally released all control, letting the ecstasy take its course and engulf him completely. His seeds spilled out with splendor, filling Luna’s mouth, and bulging her cheeks like a little hamster.
Unable to hold it all in or even swallow with his cock in her mouth, Luna pushed Ron back with her hands. Cream sputtered and gushed a little from her lips as she tried to gulp down everything left in her mouth.
"Hmm… strange, salty and… sticky. Did you finally feel it, Ron?" Luna murmured, her expressions that of arousal, but tone stoic.
Ron chuckled and helped her stand up.”I didn’t know it would taste that way, but I guess you don’t hate it. And yes, I did feel good.”
He then took his shirt from the other table, pulled up his pants, and dressed himself. Trying to be a little more caring, he also handed Luna's pantie back to her, “You should clean up in the bathroom. You just bled down there, so take a bit more care.”
Luna’s eyes lit up, elated that she lost her virginity. She smiled at him, nodding happily. But before she could walk away, her wobbly steps stumbled a little. Ron quickly caught her before she fell to the floor.
However, just as they started walking again, Luna asked him, "Can I ask you for something, Ron?"
"Sure, anything you want."
Luna, for the first time, revealed a hint of shyness. "I… Can I kiss you? I've never been kissed and want to try i—"
Before she could finish, Ron grabbed her body, lifted her by her ass into his arms, squeezed her rear, and kissed her deep and warm lips. Luna responds instantly, sucking on his lower lip in reply.
After doing it for almost a minute, Ron lets her down.
"That was… It made my heart beat fast." Luna exclaimed, smiling as well.
"Hah, it happens. We should go now." Ron walked beside her and let her hold his arm for balance.
Secretly, silently, sneakily, he took her to the last corridor from where the Ravenclaw common room was the closest.
"Good night," Luna walked away from him. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Ron waved his hand and left as well, back to his dorm to get some rest. It was one unbelievable night, but after having experienced everything else, it didn't feel that shocking.
What a luck, sometimes a curse, and at times one fine, tight gain.
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As the next day arrived, Ron had a lot on his mind. It was Sunday, and it was time to recruit some talents for the sparring sessions they had planned. Of course, he couldn't wait until late at night to resume his activities with Luna from the previous day.
Where's Harry? He woke up late from sleep and found Harry's bed empty with a note for him left. Library?
Ron cleaned up and got dressed before heading out to the library, wondering if Hermione was there too. Though, he hadn't expected to find his best friend in a very daring situation.
What the—
He had to be blind to not notice it. Harry was sitting in one corner, alone, by a table. However, his focus wasn't on the books as his eyes were closed.
Ron saw someone’s pleated skirt wiggle under the table, almost exposing herself. Cho?.
When he noticed silky black hair, he was sure it was Cho.
"Harry." Ron still walked over to them to give them a scare.
But Harry didn't react much other than a big smile and a few jolts of his body. It seemed he just finished what he was doing, spilling out the gift for the hidden pleasurer.
Ron smirked, "Let's go. Hermione's going to teach us Charms today."
Harry nodded and gathered his books. "Coming."
"Came…" Ron blurted back.
Thud!
Ah, this is fun. He heard Cho freaking out under the table.
But he chose to ignore it.
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GOT: The Golden Lion chapter 15 coming up next.
