Mad Snorkacks and Englishmen

A/N: So, just a note on the titles: if you haven't guessed it yet, or are not a big Joe Cocker fan, the name of this fic and all of the chapters actually come from his live recording of "Mad Dogs and Englishmen". Just the name really appealed to me, and I like twisting it to suit the needs of my characters, but when I looked up some more information on wiki, I eerily realized that the song titles and the band members' colorful names were absolutely perfect for this story. Talk about an extended songfic! Anyway, this was a tricky chapter, so I hope it bears out the feelings I wanted to convey. I'm hoping to hear more from Luna's side in the next installment.







Chapter 7: She Came In Through the Bathroom Window









Harry was literally vibrating as he pulled on his trainers and hurried to tie the laces. The nerves under his skin sang like wires from a guitar neck in a pinched slide. Little tremors ran through him in his building excitement as he attempted to brush through his hair, the bristles giving up in the thicket of his dense locks. He had looked for the very best t-shirt he owned as he’d sorted through the dirty laundry pile on the way into the washer, making sure to have it cleaned and pressed in the first batch he did.





He’d come across the only one that truly flattered him. It was white with a bold green 77 on the front and back, and it only fit him because he’d cast a shrinking charm on it at school in a burst of frustration. Then when he’d brought it home, he had thrown it in hot water and dried it on a high setting until it shrank even further. It seemed to stick this time and the material was snug around the shoulders and chest in a way that suggested he might have a bit of bulk to him, after all, accentuating the move of his lithe body with a new grace.





He had another half hour before he was to meet Luna at the park and he checked himself out in the loo’s mirror one more time. He had spent most of last night and a good chunk of this morning tidying his room in preparation. If only he could have used his magic; it had been fair a bit of work. When he had awakened, he’d made his bed first thing, showered vigorously, then brushed his teeth four or five times while inspecting his face in the reflection for any unsightly blemishes that might have sprung up overnight. He was sure to use lots of deodorant and put on clean underwear.





When Harry had received Luna’s reply of YES from Hedwig a few days prior, he’d immediately grabbed parchment and quill to start writing out his instructions. He’d initially decided that the Knight Bus would have no problems bringing her to him if she would simply remind Ernie the driver that she was going to Harry Potter’s last pickup spot.





Then he’d worried that with Stan Shunpike still in Azkaban, the new conductor might be a dishonorable fellow, so he’d changed his idea and asked Luna to give the name of the park’s street that ran by the copse of trees behind the swing sets instead. Perhaps Ernie would recognize the destination or not, but Harry doubted the crazy triple-decker driver would give him up if he did. He had explained to her that he would be waiting near the bus stop and carrying his cloak to cover her up on their way to the house. It wasn’t so much Death Eaters he was concerned about, as nosy neighbors and hidden Order guards. He asked her to arrive by noon, as by then everyone would be out of the house. Even Dudley had his lazy arse up by 11:30.





There had been some hesitation before he’d owled the terms; he suddenly felt shy about this proposed endeavor. It seemed sort of…well, rude..to invite a girl to your house for the sole purpose of shagging her senseless. Alright, perhaps that wasn’t ALL of his purpose, but he knew it was the obvious conclusion. Would that put her off? He certainly didn’t want to make her feel like a slag; that was not his intent. Well, okay, perhaps a bit of a slag once he had her in his bed, but that wasn’t really where this discussion with himself was supposed to be going, damn it, man he raged, you’re going to blow your wad before you even make it up the stairs with her if you don’t cool your bits off. He tried for a moment to think like a perfect gentleman.





The boy sighed. That used to be a lot easier to do not so long ago. What happened to him? He thought of Luna’s sweet face and her winsome nature. She deserved to be treated with the utmost respect, he demanded of himself. He had left his prick alone last night specifically because he wanted to make sure there was something left floating in his bollocks after all the action he’d been visiting upon them, but now he cringed at his decision. It felt like just the very act of getting dressed for her was akin to foreplay, and he wondered how he would handle himself once her body was close to his. At least they would be in public, he noted with some sarcasm, as if that could really deter his libido.





He checked his clock by his bed. Fifteen more minutes before she was due to arrive. The boy took his tingling body and his cloak downstairs after a last once over of his room. It all looked in order. He heard Dudley and his friends loudly guffawing in the kitchen and prayed to all that was holy that they would be gone by his return, sneaking quietly to the front door as he eased himself out.





The day was hearty in its blinding sunshine and Harry put his hand up to block its rays as he tried scanning the front walk. A few people were out tending to their lawns, but most were away at work as it was the middle of the week. Harry glanced around to look for signs of an Order watch, searching for a slip of Mundungus or Daedalus, or maybe even Tonks. He thought he could see Mrs. Figg down the way, putting out a saucer of milk on her door step. Right, he’d best get a move on.





The boy strolled down the sidewalk as if he had nowhere to go and all day to get there, belying the churning need revolving through him. He was confident he could contain his excitement under such an oppressive heat, he decided with a bit of relief, at least while they were outside. Even still, it felt good on his skin, the warmth adding to the tingly sensations to exact a woozy glide in his walk. The effect proved somewhat relaxing and he let a slow grin spread across his face as if he were drunk on his third shot of Ogdens while he loped towards his destination.





He was almost there and could now see the park bench by the Muggle bus stop. As he gained ground on that corner, he turned to the left to look down the street he’d given Luna directions to. It was a quiet area; the park itself a leafy square in the very epicenter of the neighborhood, backed by this shadowy street facing the lots behind a row of houses.





Harry waltzed down the concrete, enjoying the reprieve from the sun as the cooled air in the darkened backdrop settled around him, the small wooded corner buffeting the heat. The boy could see the children and mothers in attendance through the poplar trees he hid behind, hearing their whoops and cries, whether of joy or hunger, he couldn’t discern. He pulled the rucksack he’d brought with him from his shoulders and kneeled on his haunches, unzipping the pack to reach for his trusty cloak, rolling the fabric back and forth over his hands to watch them disappear and return in the dappled light as he waited. The delighted screams of the tots running manic in their freedom faded distantly as he delved into more of his thoughts about the unexpected turn of events in his life.





After a few more minutes of this, Harry suddenly heard a great whooshing sound and he turned quickly around to find the source of the noise. He saw nothing there. He moved further up to the curbside and stared out at one end of the street, still no vehicle to be seen. He looked back to his left and then jumped a foot in the air. Luna stood before him, an effervescent figure; her mouth opened wide as if midway through a laugh, her saucer eyes as huge as ever.





“Harry!!” she squealed, “That was so much fun!” and her head lolled back in dizzying glee as a great burst of giggles pealed out of her gob.





Harry had to grin back in the face of her infectious exhilaration. Only Luna could find that insanely vertiginous excuse for a ride to be enjoyable, he thought affectionately. He put his hand up to brush back loose wisps of her hair and then grabbed a hand to pull her backwards into the shade and away from the street.





The boy kept tugging her, pulling them between two of the trim poplars and heading over to a lofty oak which still hid them from view. As he pushed her up against the rough bark of the trunk, the trembling had resumed, and his eagerness flowed out of the boy as he captured her lips in a fierce lock before she could utter another word. Luna responded in kind, and soon the two teens were wrapped around each other in a frantic flurry of limbs. Harry thought she felt glorious.





When he finally pulled away from her mouth, Harry let out a breathy croak of a laugh, so exuberant was he to have the girl made flesh under his finger tips. The pair continued to make daffy faces as their broad grins mirrored each other. Luna was dressed in another one of her blouse and skirt combos, but this outfit sported soothing pastels of rose and mint which looked quite fetching against her pale coloring. Of course, the trademark hi-tops were included, he noted with a wry smile. Her blonde crown was decorated with small, whimsical barrettes, in a style a 6 year-old might wear, but the tresses hung free, still somewhat straggled and snarled, and Harry thought perhaps he might have need to attend to that.





He then noticed the strap at her shoulder and that the bag it was attached to lay squished behind her bum against the tree. Seeing proof positive that he had her for the night brought back his desire in a rush, but he fought against the urges and tried to focus on his visitor’s welcome to the suburbs of Surrey.





“How did you exit so fast? If I didn’t know better, I would have thought you’d Apparated. One second you weren’t here and the very next you were. Did the bus spit you out?” his mind boggled as he shook his head. “That Ernie is a speed demon.”





“Oh, he seemed like a very nice gentleman to me. You just weren’t looking in the right place, Harry,” she countered.





Her face grew joyful again. “It was such a mad dash through the countryside, and so many interesting people on board. I can hardly wait to take it again. Do you think you can go with me sometime?” she asked with bated breath. Harry could only think to nod his head in the face of such enthusiasm even if the very idea of the earthquake-on-wheels made him slightly nauseated.





The boy looked around his feet suddenly to locate his rucksack only to realize he’d left it back on the sidewalk. He immediately sprinted over to its spot, grabbing the strap and bounding back to Luna. Once he was in front of her, he put a hand on her straight away, to reassure himself of her solidity. In fact, he couldn’t bring himself to stop touching her, finding any reason at all to drag his fingers across her skin, feeling simultaneously anxious to cover her in the cloak and spirit her away to his room right quick, but wanting to delay the moment he had to hide her from his sight.





“Well, shall we be on our way then?” he asked, imploring her in a subtle maneuvering of eyebrows to want the next wave of their sexual adventure as much as he did. Luna was happy to oblige him as she gazed at his lips bewitchingly before moving her eyes so slowly up to the rest of his face. Harry felt his cock go rigid in its predictability and he swallowed thickly as he basked in her evocative study.





“I’m ready, Harry,” she answered meaningfully. Harry tried to break the spell she had on him by clearing his throat and reaching for the magical camouflage. He tried to prepare her for what came next.





“Okay, now, here’s how it happens. Privet Drive is only a few streets away, but I want you to stay very close to me. Very close. When we get to the house, I’m going to head around to the back and check through the glass doors to make sure my cousin and his band of hooligans have left for their bit of fun for the day. Just, whatever you do, stay next to me and I’ll have you inside in a jiff. Alright, then?” Luna nodded her assent.





Harry pulled the cloak out and proceeded to wrap it over her. He made sure that the material fell to the ground and covered her shoes. She was a few inches shorter than him, so it fit the full length of her perfectly. He felt around the area of her hand and grabbed it through the shimmering material as he moved her with him to set upon their pathway to Number 4.





As he turned to watch where he was walking, he felt Luna’s finger hook into his back pocket. Having her touching him so close to his bum sparked the boy’s need for her, but he dutifully made his way across the streets without turning to grope her in retaliation, all the while steering her clear of oncoming vehicles and pedestrians.





When the boy turned into the driveway of the Dursley house, he heard a gasp behind him, but continued his way around to the backyard without stopping. He surreptitiously crept towards the edges of the glass exit, keeping his eyes and ears strained for snatches of the boys’ presence. It looked still and empty. Harry tiptoed to the door, his hand on the handle sliding it ever so carefully open. He poked his head in and listened intently. He could hear nothing but the ticking of a clock on the kitchen wall. Dudley must have assumed he was still in the house to have left the back door unlocked, he determined. “Dudley?” he let his voice ring out.





The rooms answered in beckoning silence.





He grabbed the wrist attached to the hand on his backside and pulled her transparent body inside. The boy quickly closed and locked the sliding door then spun to drag away the cloth in one smooth motion. The blonde witch was already scoping out her new environment with that typical Luna intensity as her face was revealed in the diminished light of the domestic setting. Her luminous eyes agog, she scanned every region of the area with the zeal of a scientist. She turned to Harry in surprise.





“It’s all so very……clean,” she stated in a manner of awe.





“Er, yeah, my aunt is a bit of a perfectionist. She likes order,” he claimed, in no small measure of understatement.





Luna took in a bit more of the design. “The style is quite modern, isn’t it? I can see the appeal of the aesthetic, in a blinding sort of way, but I can’t really tell if it’s meant to be inviting or not.”





“I believe it’s meant to say ‘We’re normal, and don’t you get any funny ideas about it’, ” Harry offered to the analysis.





“I suspect the Nargles would have a very difficult time of it here,” the girl theorized. “Where do you cook your food?” She looked around for some clue to the functions of the many odd appliances in the space.





“Oh, well, this is an oven. You put your food inside here,” Harry opened the oven door for her inspection, “and you can turn on rings of heat on the stovetop here,” he pointed out. “It’s all run on electricity. Don’t ask me to explain it, though, I shan’t be a very good source of information.” Harry shrugged at his lack of Muggle physics comprehension.





“What’s this humming thing? Does something great and wonderful burst out of it during scheduled meals? It certainly sounds like you’ve got a Blibbering Humdinger trapped inside,” she cautioned.





Harry laughed. “Uh, no, it’s a fridge box. It keeps your food and beverages cold. Er, sorry, excuse my manners, would you like something to drink? You must be parched after your trip.” The boy felt a little embarrassed at his bad form. He wanted to impress upon Luna that he could make a good host, that he didn’t only have one thing on his mind, when it came to her.





Luna seemed thrilled at the prospect of seeing the insides of the beast’s belly. “Oooh, yes, please. Do you have any pumpkin juice?”





Harry opened the door as Luna popped her head over his shoulder with avid interest. Her closeness once again rattled his loosening rein on his composure. “Mmm, let’s see. I’ve got some black currant and apple juice, water, some…” he scooted bottles around in his search, “looks like plenty of pop, mostly diet, though. I don’t suppose you’re familiar with Pepsicola, are you?” Harry looked back at her expecting to see a perplexed stare at the odd sounding name. He was not wrong. “Perhaps you’d like me to make you some tea?” The teen felt her small hand clutch at his waist and a zinging tightness flared up from his balls and into his belly.





“Water will be fine, Harry.” His breathing grew rough before he pulled away in search of a glass. Luna once again looked on in fascination as he plopped the glass into the slot of the front door of the unit, coaxing cubes of ice from a lever and then filling the glass with the liquid from a spigot. When he handed her the glass, the girl looked at it reverently.





“These Muggles do quite well without magic, don’t they? That’s a very handy apparatus and quite ingenious.” Harry noted with some amusement that she appeared as keen as Mr. Weasley with his ongoing affinity for Muggle invention.





“Daddy will be so excited when I tell him about this,” she enthused and Harry frowned at the thought.





“Er, your dad knows you’re with me, then? How did you get him to let you stay over? I half expected you to fib a bit and say you were going to a girlfriend’s or something. It’s a bit of a mental situation all around, yeah?” Harry admitted sheepishly. It was a lot to assume of her and he suddenly felt bad about putting her in such a precarious position to be deceitful to her father.





“Oh, of course he knows. I always tell Daddy where I’m going. I told him that you wanted me to spend the night and that we’d most likely have sex, so there was really no need to pretend, Harry,” she confessed to him with a faint puzzled air.





“You did what?!!” Harry bellowed in shock. His face took on a panic as he envisioned a crazy man wielding a pair of hedge clippers menacingly towards his packet. He spluttered in his demand of an explanation. “A-a-are you mad? Why would say such a thing? Is he going to join Voldemort to come after me now?” he queried sarcastically, but slightly believing the man would have cause if he had even an inkling of the twisted thoughts Harry had in regard to his daughter.





Luna merely smiled and remained calm in response to his agitation. “No, silly. Daddy likes you too much. He said he understands your needs in a time of such upheaval in your life. He thinks you’re under too much pressure for one so young, but admires your strength in the face of adversity. Daddy can relate to that kind of expectation, you know. He was being courted by the Ministry when he was your age. He was already published in the Journal of Magical Review by then, one of their youngest authors ever, with a well received essay expounding a few of his theories on what he deemed “love” magic, so they were very eager to recruit him.”





During Luna’s ramblings, the wild-haired boy’s expression had not changed one iota, and still he stared at her dumbstruck as she finished. He was quite speechless as well as clueless to how he should be adjusting to this news. It was an uncomfortable feeling to think of Mr. Lovegood’s knowledge of their activities, but he understood on some level that she shared an atypical relationship with him, especially when held against the example of a family with the Weasleys’ dynamic. He couldn’t imagine Mrs. Weasley ever being alright with Ginny shacking up with him for the evening.





Luna handed him her empty glass, aplomb in her steadfast belief that she did nothing unusual. “What does the rest of the house look like?” she prompted. It was time to take the route upstairs, but now the boy was feeling kind of muted about it. Harry shook his head side to side slowly, and then carded his unruly hair.





“Uh, yeah, alright. Just give me a moment to sort it out.”





He gave a deep sigh then grabbed her by the left hand and pulled her towards the dining room, moving through quickly on his way to the foyer. Luna tugged him in the direction of the sitting room instead and he let her take him with little resistance. She glanced around the room curiously, letting go of his hand to move closer to the framed photos lined along the mantle and cabinet, decorating the walls and shelves. She peered at each of them, as if searching for a missing ingredient, and when she’d completed a full walk around the couch she came back to stand in front of him somewhat bewildered.





“They don’t move,” she stated flatly. Harry agreed with a tight smile that curved up one side and nodded knowingly while he stood at the archway. “You’re not in any of them,” the girl added dully.







“No,” was all Harry supplied. She looked at him in askance and he sighed. “The Dursleys don’t really like me. They wish I’d never been entrusted to them and let me know it in no uncertain terms every day in my presence.” Luna’s fixed gaze was starting to unnerve him. “It’s not a big deal, really,” he flustered, “the feeling is quite mutual.”





Harry was starting to squirm under her penetrating glare, feeling a bit like a butterfly pinned to a board. “They never even told me anything about my parents other than they died in a car accident and that my father was a drunk. I didn’t know the truth about them or that I was a wizard until Hagrid came to collect me.” He was seriously rambling now and he couldn’t understand why he was letting such personal information fly out of his mouth. Another second of this and he’d start whinging about the cupboard.





“That sounds like a very lonely way to grow up.” Luna’s face remained expressionless even as her eyes hinted at her wistfulness.





She was doing it to him again, he intuited. He felt that flush that came with talk of his past and, to his mortification, his eyes pricked with the threat of tears. The boy couldn’t abide the sense of powerlessness summoned up by those sad stares from strangers at the mention of his orphan status. He didn’t want to be someone who inspired pity in others, least of all this strange girl. But Luna had been different, he reasoned; she’d understood loss. It was the idea that he had been unloved and unwanted that he couldn’t bear to see present in her face. His eyes drew to a half-lidded gaze and his chest rose as he drew in deep breaths. Right, it was time to move this tour upstairs.





“Let’s go up now,” he said brusquely.





Harry grabbed her hand again and headed towards the staircase, suddenly feeling an imperative to prove something to her and having a very good plan on how he would go about that. As the two ran up the steps, Harry shut everything else out and concentrated on a single point in his mind’s eye. The point held an image of Luna bouncing up and down on his cock and as he thumped up on the landing, the sound of blood rushed into his ears as his echoing heartbeat accosting him. He opened the door to his bedroom and took the girl inside.





As they stepped through the doorway, Luna walked in front of him and sized up this new space in such an odd home with her appraising air, noticing the details in the slow arc of her gaze. Harry could now see the room as if staring through another’s eyes, and realized just how grotty it was comparatively. No matter that he’d spent the night trying to clean it up, there was no way to disguise its drab and dingy interior, so unlike the tasteful yet resplendent comfort of the rest of the house. It was a little rectangular closet, really, cramped with those few bits of furniture and sparse in its decoration. He could only imagine what she must think of it, he thought dispiritedly.





Nevertheless, Luna turned to him and gave him a sneaky lopsided grin. “I like this room much better,” she said with great flourish, and Harry decided that her half-smile was the sexiest thing he’d ever laid eyes on. He had a gnawing urge to ravish her body in his appreciation.





“And why is that?” he asked moodily. “It’s nothing more than a shitbox full of cast-offs.”





“That’s not true,” the girl disagreed, but the smile never left her face. “I like it better because it smells like you.”





That was all it took for Harry’s resolve to break. He pulled her towards him by her neck and crashed his lips to hers in a bruising, no holds barred, cataclysmic embrace, his tongue already exploring the deep recesses of her mouth, his hands sliding all over her clothes as he tried to grab at everything all at once. Luna pushed against him after a minute with a quietly insistent, wait and as she backed up from him her toes clipped behind each heel to slip off the day-glo trainers, her hands already crossing to the hem of her shirt as she prepared to lift it free.





Harry turned back to the door to bolt it with the new lock he’d affixed shortly after arriving back from school. Without the use of his magic, Harry would be damned if he’d put up with interruptions from the Dursleys into his room whenever they pleased, anymore. If they were going to have the power to keep him locked on the outside, he’d make sure that he could keep his privacy on the inside. He’d even found a square bit of wood in the garage to slide against the cat-flap. He’d take their food when he deemed it convenient to him, he’d decided.





When the boy turned back around, Luna had already divested herself of her blouse and was sitting, knees bent and legs folded under each other, on the center of his bed and in the process of unhooking her bra. Harry was surprised she even bothered to wear one, but thought of it no further as he pulled his own shirt from his body and proceeded to undress in undue haste. Kicking his shoes off and sliding down his pants, the boy felt himself grow hot again under her watchful eyes. He had no reservations in showing his body to her at all, a fact which still continued to amaze him, and derived a huge thrill in exposing his nudity to her. When he stood before Luna, his erection proud and tall, there was a powerful sense of himself, a new kind of magic flowing through his veins, and he felt invincible caught in that big, round, silvery stare.





It was like channeling the spirit of the Gryffindor lion itself, Harry felt, as he padded across the floor and sprung himself onto the bed like the graceful predator about to leap on its prey, his green glare locked on to her with a ravenous hunger that seemed incapable of dwindling in this lifetime. He bent his head to let his black-as-night mane brush across her chest as he gently butted her backwards. Luna rolled into his nudge and allowed herself to be flattened against the mattress.





Her simple skirt was still draped on top of her thighs, and Harry roughly grabbed her by the waist and pulled up, giving him space to undo the pearly buttons trailing down the small of her back. He tugged at the sides of it with a grunt, twisting her hips this way and that as he pulled the cloth free and threw it off the bed. He noticed that her knickers were slightly shinier and silkier this time, but he didn’t spend long appreciating them as they were pulled off immediately. The two teens regarded each other’s bodies in the light of the afternoon, each glowing pink in their flush of desire.





“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to see this since I left you at the train,” Harry managed to rumble out, his yearning for her so deep that his voice had gone down in its treble by a few notches.





“See what, Harry,” Luna coached him to clarify.





“This,” sighed the young man as the fingers of one hand grazed downwards from her throat to her mons. “You. Your body laid out before me like this.” He further indicated his meaning by curving the fingers over her sex and sliding up and down her wet gash. Luna opened her legs wider at his touch. Harry smirked at her response before shoving two fingers far inside her core. He pushed them in and out slowly to garner its full effect and let her heavenly scent waft around his head like bees swarming their honeycombs.





This time around when he took out his slick probes, instead of sucking the juices off of them, he moved his hand to Luna’s mouth and settled the tips on her rosy lips, bopping up against them in a silent demand for entry. Luna looked a bit startled at the idea, but then, very slowly, opened up in tiny increments as the fingers pushed inward. When the full taste of her sex was on her tongue, the girl closed her eyes and sucked deeply, her hand wrapping around Harry’s wrist to hold it in place; whether to keep him from pushing further or pulling away, he wasn’t sure.





The boy moaned wantonly and let the words in his thoughts roll out without censor.





“Oh, God, I want to fuck you.” When he realized he’d spoken aloud, he felt slightly alarmed and checked her face to make sure she hadn’t taken offense at his crudeness. Her eyes were still closed and she moaned in rejoinder. That clinched it for him and a great gust of energy flew up into his limbs.





Harry pulled her legs forward in a lurch, splitting them up onto his knees. He leaned his body over hers as he grabbed his hard-as-wood prick and slid the head around her entrance, coating him in her wetness, before plunging in deep. Luna gave a small shout in her acceptance and spread her thighs wider with her hands as the boy pushed against her. Still with his knees bent against the mattress, Harry clutched her by the waist and pushed and pulled her across his cock while remaining ostensibly motionless, fascinated as he watched her folds grow puffy in their engorgement around his penetration.





He would pull her tight to him and hold for a few steady beats, letting his bollocks brush against the taint of flesh below her opening. With a sharp dawning, he knew he wanted to take her every way he could possibly think of but his mind felt cluttered by his greed. The tryst on the train ride suddenly popping into his head, he determined that the feel of her bum slamming against him now while he took her from behind would be most welcome, but he couldn’t bring himself to exit that warm snatch in such a fit state.





“Luna, I need you to….oh, fuck, work with me, I’m going to move you round to your front, okay?” he breathed raggedly as their workout continued.





Harry thought he might have figured this out and attempted to make the switch in position as smooth as he could. Putting his hand under her left thigh, he pulled her leg upward so her ankle could rest on his shoulder. Merlin, that felt fucking fantastic, he praised, as he got a better angle to push deeper into her. He put both of his hands tight around the front of her thigh and pressed, moving his body now so that he was doing the fucking again. After a few more pumps, he moved to wrap his hands around her shin and started to move it slowly to the other shoulder, narrowly missing a knock in the head.





Luna tried to shift into the turn with him, but he had to use one hand to grab under her back. He had her halfway across and straddled his own body around hers, letting her bottom leg slide under his bum as he lifted up and pushed in a hypnotizing rhythm. This angle was spectacular, too, he concluded, but after a few minutes, kept up the turnstile motion by coaxing Luna’s body to twist onto her knees now. It was a very tricky maneuver, and they were both laughing at one point as they made a game of not letting his prick slide out in default. Feeling her muscles tighten around him as he twisted her on his cock was such a wild and inexplicable sensation, Harry thought he might faint in just the mere suggestion of it. To think he was actually doing it was making him kind of reckless and crazy.





“Fucking ‘ell, you feel incredible,” he moaned out in his ecstasy.





As the girl finally rested her weight back up on her knees and hands, Harry once again started to direct her limbs and body into his stylized version of a Luna sex doll. He was totally caught up in the action now, in complete control of their movements and feeling like a king in all of his majesty. Instead of having her stay on all fours, he pressed down at the space between the back of Luna’s shoulders until the girl’s head was flat on the pillow, her face to the side, her arms loose beside her. He tucked up her bum as he stood up on his knees so that her brilliant arse was raised in the air while he pulled her back onto his fixture of fleshy marble, once more enjoying the angle it afforded him as he plunged as deep as her skin would allow.





He was shouting now. “This is bloody awesome! Fuck, I need to fuck you hard, Luna,” he crowed, each word punctuated by a thrust. He could hear her answering moans but was unable to make sense of her muffled words into the pillow. He curved his body around her back and then let his hands slide up from her belly to grip her breasts, squeezing them and letting his fingers draw up to pluck at her taut nipples. He moved into it, bringing his hands up so that now he was propping her body backwards again.





He pulled them both back in his momentum and watched her body bow to his command as he tugged at her arms, driving them to fold around to his back. As the girl comprehended his instruction, she gripped her fingers together around him; all the while Harry never letting up his strokes into her cunt, still looking for more ways to breach the depths.





Having her in this upwardly mobile position, the boy was able to press his mouth up to her ear, and as he entertained the idea of muttering sweet filth to her, he let one hand curve back around to her twat, his other gripping her hip again, and with the pressure from both hands, he managed to create the motion he needed to get their rhythm back on. Even then, his hands couldn’t keep still and they continued to swirl and pinch and grab and press as he pummeled their bodies together, his cock demanding faster friction. Somewhere in the haze, Harry thought he could hear Luna cry out, but then there was a tightening of her cunt’s sheath around him and he groggily acknowledged that she had just cum. But Harry wasn’t done yet.





His tongue shot out to whorl around the shell of her ear and tug at its lobe. A husky whisper came out of nowhere, until Harry realized it was his, and he groaned his messages of lust.





“Luuuuna, I can smell your cunt. Your sweet honey is all over me. I’m going to suck it out of you after I cum, and then I’m going to smear your nectar all over my skin,” the boy had to stop for a second as the power of the image swam over him in such a surge he thought he might lose consciousness. He swallowed thickly and then continued as his fucking grew more intense and faster paced.





“Tell me you want it harder.”





“Ye-e-e-s, ” moaned the girl without any shame. She cried out her groans now as he sped to his release.





“TELL me. I want to hear you say it, Lovegood.” Just referring to the girl by her last name was hot enough to send him over the moon, but he held on until he heard what he needed.





“Unnnggh, har-harder,” came that breathy voice, “harder, Harry, whatever you want.” The boy wanted to wrap the soft, breathy reply around his wrist like a bracelet and rub it over his head in its comforting sigh. He wanted to corrupt her absolutely and indefatigably. He’d get her talking dirty in her requests soon, he promised to himself; the very idea of sweet, wispy, delicate Luna Lovegood begging for his cock to ram her into hell was feeding his ferocity and with another shout, he started a fevered rutting against her that made him dizzy in its speed, not even noticing his small bed vibrating with the action while the weight slammed the headboard a few times against the wall with a bang. Then finally, he called her name in a bark and gave a last plunge, holding tight against her as his prick poured forth in ridiculous volume the issue of his weeks long pent up need of her.





When he was done, the two lovers slumped forward with a resounding thump, falling against each other in their quivering mass of jellied flesh and exhalations. Harry didn’t think he’d ever be able to get enough air back into his lungs, but he had enough of a sliver of conscious thought left to put his hand over Luna’s waist and pull her back into his chest. Their breathing slowed in tandem and he let his eyes close against the back of her head in his exhaustion.





He was already planning their next escapade.









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