Luna's Collection

"Your WHAT?"
"My dragon dildo collection."

Hermione stopped in her tracks. Luna kept walking up the long castle staircase without even a glance.
"Luna, what..are you..UGH!" Hermione ran to catch up to her, clumsily stamping her feet.
"You're so rude sometimes."
"What do you mean?"
"Were you just going to keep going? What if I didn't catch up to you just now?"
"Oh..I don't know, Maybe you had a class or something."
"In the middle of the stairway?"
"I don't know! Sorry."
"This is why no one talks to you."
Luna frowned.

"You have a dragon dildo collection?"
"It's in my room. My dad even made a shelf for it."
"You DISPLAY your dragon dildo collection?? YOU’RE DAD??"
"He's bought me one every birthday since I was 13."
"Well...” said Hermione after a long pause, "It looks like I'm going to your room after all."
"OOOOH!” squealed Luna with delight, "What about Cho's curse?!"
"I'll be quick, I want to see this collection."

Luna banged on the eagle knocker on the door of Ravenclaw house, the finely carved details of the relief glinting the light of the wall torches.
"This is claustrophobic." commented Hermione.
They were at the end of a short corridor at the top of a winding spiral staircase. Hermione was looking down the spiral of death to the stone floor far below.

The eagle spoke without moving. It’s voice emanating from the knocker, echoing multiples against the stone walls.
"The cure for St. Anthony's Fire!"
It was a trivia question. Hermione instinctively opened her mouth to answer but Luna spoke first.
"What is, your mom's rotting, tapeworm infested anal cavity."

There was a five second pause, in which Hermione was, for the first time that week, completely at a loss for words. She knew because she noted every instance.
The knocker spoke in an exasperated tone, "Welcome, Luna."
The door opened into a high ceilinged circular room in which a group of students were lazing on the carpet watching a card game of some sort. Some of them glanced at Luna, and turned their gaze back down. No one said a word to her. She didn't acknowledge them in any way, walking right through the middle of the group, stepping over the game on her way across. They just pulled back, making way for her and Hermione, who followed suit tentatively, and said nothing.
"Are we invisible or something?" Hermione whispered as they started up a carpeted staircase. Luna didn't answer as she was already at the top. Hermione followed after her, wondering if rudeness was just a natural Ravenclaw trait. She almost tripped twice. If she had, she might have broken her neck. Cho's curse was in full effect.

Luna had her own room. It had three large beds, but through some questionable series of events, she was the only one living here. It was a total mess. Clothes were everywhere.
"I need to talk to Cho... Why don't I come here every day??" Hermione jumped on an empty bed sideways.

"She doesn't want to talk to you, she just wants you to die."
"Because I'm better at her in potions? And runes? she needs to get over it. Why does she NEED to be number one in every class? I couldn’t care less!"
"It's not just that..." said Luna, throwing her bag on the floor, and stripping off her heavier robes, and throwing them against a wall.”It's because you don't seem to TRY, and she tries more than anyone else, she thinks, and studies constantly."
"I TRY all the time! I study every day, Is she CRAZY??!" Hermione paused. "I try really…really hard."
Luna pulled her shirt over her head, and looked at her. "Weeeellll... It just-"
"I DO!"
"Whatever Hermione...”
"Shut up." Hermione threw a pillow at her. "Don't say my name."

Luna let her skirt drop at her socks, one pink and one blue. Hermione could tell the pink one was obviously a washroom mistake and used to be white. Her panties hugged slightly chubby hips, and were grey with a white spider pattern.
"Do you HAVE to do this right now, in front of me? Do you do this in front of all of your guests?"
Luna was searching through wrinkled piles of clothes for a t-shirt. She put it on. It was black, far too large for her, reaching her thighs, and had the image of a snake weaving through a crown of thorns against an upside-down triangle. "Sure, why?"
Hermione collected all the clothes off the bed and slid off, starting on the clothes on the floor, adding them to her bundle. Luna looked at Hermione guiltily and picked up her skirt off the floor. Looking around, she noticed how disheveled everything really was. Clothes really were everywhere. She had a habit of walking on them. The desk had been unusable for months, as she had used it as an all-purpose junk table. A layer of dust had settled over the junk. She felt embarrassed as Hermione found a particularly ugly bra she had owned since she was a kid. It was one of those cheap bras that came in a package. It was a faded yellow-white, now with an orange stain on it (she had a bad habit of eating in bed).

"...Oh, well...My last guest was Parvati actually, that was a few months ago...we haven't really talked since then."
Hermione made a solumn face. "Some people are better at some things then other people naturally...it's in their brains."
"It's in YOUR brain, is what you’re saying."
"NO. I'm just saying…"
"This is all easy for you to say because you aren't, um...on the other side of that statement!"
Hermione was silent for a moment. She opened Luna's dresser drawer. It was filled with dragon dildos.
"Goddd..." Hermione picked one up; it was green and three feet long, curving slightly up and bent down at the tip. On the tip were small rubber spikes maybe an inch long.
"This looks like a weapon."
"It is a weapon!" Luna replied cheerfully from over her shoulder. "Wanna fuck it? I'll leave."
"No!" shot back Hermione. She had a huge smile on her face despite herself. "I thought you had a shelf…oh." She stopped when she realized the ornate wood carved shelves that spanned her side of the room were covered with old projects. Luna had used her dresser for the collection, and her clothes she just threw on the floor.

She searched the upper drawer for another one. There were short, thick ones with egg shaped bulbs at the tip, there were long tapering thin ones with pig snouts, there were ones that looked like they were melting. One was just a large egg shape. One was pointed at the tip, with a body that curved and segmented like a scorpion tail. It was almost as long as her arm, and thicker.
"That's my scorpion, it's soo good."
"God, how stretched out is your vagina, Luna?"
She laughed. "Pretty stretchy."
"Hmm, I shall be borrowing this one, I think..." She picked up the weapon one that resembled a mace.
"And this one...and this one."

By 2 am that night, Hermione was on her stomach, naked, and tangled in her sheets. The lights in her room were off and the other girls wouldn’t wake up thanks to a charm Hermione had set up around her bed with shaky hands. Her ass was up and the long green dragon cock was stuffed deep into her. She wanted it deeper. Her chin was buried in a pillow, her jaw was getting sore, but she didn't care. She had a smaller one in her cheek. Sucking on it produced a pungent, sweaty taste that only made her more horny. She was panting heavily through her nose. The third dildo was rubbing up against her sweaty belly.

She reached between her legs and wrapped her hands firmly around he trunk of that monster, it had a wrinkled, fleshy texture. She slowly rotated it, digging it in still deeper. She could feel the rubber nubs shift deep in her pussy and she gasped every time. She twisted it, sliding it in and out with every turn, moving her ass up and down with it.

Her muffled grunts got louder and louder, and her body contracted violently. Her legs below her knees were up and twisting themselves together as waves of orgasm pulsed through her. As she convulsed, the green dildo shot a torrent of gooey dragon semen deep into her cunt. It shot out the edges of her pussy in streams, spraying her thighs with sticky white snot. The other dildos came at the same time, semen filled her mouth. She lifted her head and found herself trying to swallow it all against her own better judgment. She gulped it down until she couldn't, tugging the rubber dick out of her mouth, and coughing. It shot a weak stream of cum up across her face, and on the nightstand. Semen from her mouth streamed onto her sheets. The rubber dick in her hand jerked a few times by itself, and fell limp.

She could only mouth the word, "Fuck!" and sputtered, trying to spit the rest of the cum out of her mouth. She lifted herself up with her elbows, and beheld the sticky mass of cum that had formed from the third dildo without her realizing it. Her stomach and tits were coated in it, and they clung to the sheets as she peeled herself up, and rolled onto her back. The biggest dildo was still nestled warmly deep inside of her and she didn't want to take it out.

She licked her lips. the dragon cum tasted pungent and salty, like the most acrid sweat, and a little like what petrol would taste like if it tasted like it smelled. She loved it. She lifted her legs straight up, stretching her toes to the ceiling, enjoying the sight of her wet, cum splattered thighs. She dropped them down and the bedsprings squeaked and shook. Raising both her knees to her chin, she reached down, slowly twisting out the dragon cock. It slid out with minimal effort, slightly deflating. She winced at the sensation. Her vagina twitched weakly, semen leaked out of it onto the already disgusting sheets. The smell of her own sweat mixed with the pungent odor, making a thick olfactory fog that smelled of nothing but sweat, and pussy, and sex to her. It tapped her animal brain, she could think of nothing but wet sex. Fucking twenty-four seven, three hundred sixty-five days a year, everyone and everything at once. She contemplated nothing but sex like a delightfully unsolveable equasion.

She turned on her side and scooped handfuls of cum from the wet sheets, rubbing the sticky substance on her face. She took in the intoxicating smell with her open mouth, and smeared it down her neck and chest. She rubbed more on her breasts, passing over the nipples roughly with her fingers, and stuck all her fingers in her mouth and withdrew them slowly. Her eyes rolling back into her head as she became light headed. She gathered another handful and plastered it on her hair, it clung to the surface in clumpy strings and she mussed it all together psychotically. She craned her neck and rubbed her whole head against a pool of milky white cum that hadn't yet been absorbed into the sheets. She contorted her body, and touched herself with both hands, spasming.