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Moonlight Moments	By : Artamoon Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 8668 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Beginning
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It was a quiet night on the Hogwarts grounds. Hermione and I were kissing quietly along the shores of Hogwarts lake. Stealing out of the castle had been such an easy task with my invisibility cloak: now I was on the grounds alone with Hermione, as I had always wanted.

The sexual tension was palpable in the air. Eventually, our kiss broke apart as Hermione's lips left my own, leaving her standing there, lit only in the moonlight beneath the willow. She was even more beautiful in such a setting.

She shivered as I quietly looked her over from head to heels, but I was no aggressive soul. No, I would leave her to do things in her own time. I would not change for anyone: I was a sensitive lover, and I would do nothing to rush her. This was a special moment.

Slowly, Hermione unbuttoned her robes with the Gryffindor lions roaring defiance on the front. One button, then a second, then a third, and suddenly she was taking it off, slowly loosening the red and gold tie herself.

The tie fell to the ground, leaving her in her white collared shirt. Already I could notice the shapely form of her breasts underneath. Her black skirt was her next target: after a few tense seconds she removed them, leaving her only in a pair of black lace panties.

"I've been waiting for this a long time, Harry," she said quietly, as she threw the skirt away from where the two sat. "You have no idea how long."

"You know," I commented, unable to remove my eyes from the sight of her gorgeous lingerie. "I never took you for a black lace type of girl."

"You'll find I'm full of surprises," Hermione commented, locking eyes with his own. Those beautiful brown eyes, which I had drowned in for so long from afar. I was a lucky man.

Hermione unbuttoned her white shirt next, slowly, carefully, safely. More and more skin was revealed as she moved downwards, revealing a matching black lace bra in the middle of her chest. The whole item became visible a moment later as she deftly opened her shirt, leaving her there in only her lingerie, vibrating even more violently now with the tension of the moment.

"We live an inhibited world, Harry," Hermione said, never raising her voice during this gentle, intimate time. "But just this once, let us be uninhibited. We know the true loves of our lives: I have Ron, you have Ginny...I would never take that away from us."

Slowly, Hermione reached behind her to unhook her bra, holding her hands behind her for a moment.

"That hasn't stopped me from always loving you from afar though. All the hardships you have endured, all of the trials you have faced. You are a rare soul, and a special wizard, and I find that nothing would give me greater pleasure, than to give you pleasure."

With that special timing, Hermione unhooked her bra. The black lace fell away from her chest, revealing her uncovered breasts to me for the first time. They were small, but round, and beautifully shaped. She had a pair of the most perfect nipples I had ever seen, jutting out from equally dark areolas in obvious arousal.

"Let's live tonight, Harry," she said, as she watched him drink in her beauty with his eyes. "Let us enjoy true magic."

Hermione reached a hand into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her long, shapely legs. Her bush was well-trimmed, as anyone would expect of Hermione Granger's attention to detail and studiousness. As I finally saw her fully revealed to me, I realized I had never fully appreciated beauty until that moment.

Hermione stood there for a moment, then leaned down to where I was lying at the base of the willow, sliding in for a kiss. My tongue met her own as she closed her eyes, feeling ecstasy in this moment of freedom. Her hand brushed my swelling member, buried beneath my suddenly exceptionally tight clothing.

She helped me undress next. I made sure it didn't take long, removing my own clothes until I was down to my own boxer shorts. Hermione smiled as she looked at my toned physique, the late teenage body of someone she loved. Slowly, she reached and pulled the boxer shorts down, revealing my manhood at last, releasing it from its cloth chains.

Hermione leaned in once more for a delightfully sensual kiss. I was propped against the willow, my clothing buffering me against the rough bark exterior. Hermione's sleek female form was lying against me, her breasts brushing against my chest. I was as hard as the tree behind me, my cock jutting outwards between her legs.

Hermione broke the kiss, kissing my chest hair and down my body. Her body slid down mine, the feeling of her soft, warm skin feeling incredible against my sensitive shaft. She continued her descent, reaching the belly button, and kissing down the dark hair trail to her inevitable destination.

After what felt like an eternity, her head reached my dick, but she leaned back once more. She looked at me with those lovely brown eyes, her hair moving gently in the night breeze. The moon was behind her, dappling her face and her nude form in moonlight. Her face was dark in the contrast, but her features were still visible, particularly the beautiful shape of her face.

"Let's live," Hermione said, and she opened her mouth, leaned in to my pelvis, and began to suck my engorged penis.

At first, Hermione only took in the tip, beginning the slow period of adjustment. If I had been a rougher, more callous lover, I might have thrust inside her mouth, but I was not. I allowed her all the time she needed: I was so very fortunate to have this angel sucking me, that I didn't feel the need to rush.

Even with only the tip inside the heat of her mouth though, the feeling was exquisite. That heavenly mouth parted open to absorb my prick helmet, the precum entering her mouth without comment. Hermione shifted to get more comfortable with the situation of sucking my dick.

Her mouth began to slide further downwards, and half of my cock had disappeared into Hermione's mouth now. Her long brown hair came down to tickle my legs, only adding to my arousal as all of the features of her beauty came to bear. I looked down to see the most enticing sight of her moving further down my meat pole.

I felt her tongue tentatively touch the buried head of my penis. However, Hermione's tentativeness only lasted a moment as she began to use her tongue more and more. She enjoyed the feel of the silky skin of my phallus, and the unblemished, pure form of my manhood.

Hermione finally reached the base of my cock, her nose striking my public hair. For a moment we both revelled there in the feeling. Hermione finally had the feeling of a man she loved, that silky shaft buried inside her mouth. For me, the sight of Hermione bent over him, her nude form and shapely ass behind her, was almost enough to make him cum on the spot. However, he knew better than to waste this precious moment. After all, who knew what tomorrow brought: this might be their only chance together.

As Hermione grew more and more accustomed to the feel and taste of my meat pole, she began to add suction to her efforts. It was a glorious feeling for me: the moist cave of her mouth constricting on my achingly hard cock. Her checks began to angle inwards as she sucked harder and harder, leaving a small indents on her cheeks as she put her full efforts into fulfilling her promise: to give me pleasure.

Suddenly, the exquisite pressure was releasing. Hermione came up for air, sucking back the accumulating saliva. She jerked her head to one side, then the other, trying to move her beautiful hair away from her intended work. Her entire gaze was only for my penis, as she took a few breaths, gripped of my base, and leaned back in.

Hermione began to move up and down on my engorged meat pole, performing all of her tricks. She alternated suction and release, she sucked just the tip of my dick, then moved back down. She even leaned her face in until my cock hit the top of the back of her mouth, then released, gasping. Her tongue was as active as the rest of her as her tempo increased: sliding beneath my cock once more, flicking the tip of my dick, and enjoying the taste of my manhood.

It continued for seconds, minutes, or an eternity, the passage of time was lost for both of them. I tried my best to resist the inevitable urge of climax, prolonging the most wonderful existence of his young life. Hermione continued to delight in her continuing efforts, as the two pure forms of male and female coupled beneath the moonlight.

I finally felt the familiar twinges in my body and knew what was coming...or cumming. I knew the cardinal rule of when a girl provides head: you have to tell them. I looked down at the moonlight dappled head of Hermione, her brown hair a curtain around my dick, the feeling sensational as she slid up and down my length. "Hermione, I'm going to..."

Hermione stopped for a moment. Then, slowly, she slid her mouth off my dick. She looked at me with those eyes, that face, that hair, in the moonlight. "You're a beautiful boy Harry. Let's finish this together, with the most pleasure for both of us. Cum in my mouth."

Without even waiting for a reply, Hermione slid back down my shaft. Her mouth constricted even harder than before as she realized she was on the final stretch. I threw my head back at the pleasure, the warnings growing inside my body. Somehow, as I reached the moments of my release, Hermione managed to tilt my dick upwards. She looked at me with those amazing eyes as I finally released.

With so much suction still on my duck, the first blast of cum disappeared into the wet mouth of Hermione Granger as she looked deep into my eyes. Her eyes flickered slightly to register the moment, but she kept her word. She did not move as I filled her mouth with my semen, this angel...this goddess.

Hermione seemed to know what I wanted to see. She lifted her mouth slightly to show the second blast of cum disappearing inside her. I saw the stream of white for a moment as it shot out from my cock into that amazing mouth.

The third stream Hermione took was similar to the first, as she swallowed the spurt. Being such a learned soul, he knew the nature of male orgasms. She knew that they began to decline after the first two spurts, and she wanted the experience to continue. She continued her ministrations with renewed efforts, sucking, teasing with her tongue.

The fourth stream somehow leaked slightly out of the tight suction and seal her mouth made on my cock, a small blemish of white liquid on the side of her mouth, marking her otherwise perfect face. Hermione seemed disappointed with the fact that any part of her new partner had managed to escape. It was her gift to me to swallow my cum, to not stop at the highest point of his pleasure. To miss any part of my ejaculation was unacceptable to her.

Hermione Granger continued to suck hard as I unloaded the remainder of my semen into her welcoming, waiting mouth. Her face was flushed, breathless, beautiful as she finally felt my orgasm cease. Giving me a final bit of tongue and suction, she leaned back from my spent dick.

She could not speak a word, and it was readily apparent why. Her cheeks bulged slightly as she kneeled before my gasping form. Those perfect breasts, that moist looking snatch, that body splayed out before me. She looked into my eyes, as she had througout my entire climax, and opened her mouth.

Given her efforts and how attractive Hermione was, I shouldn't have been surprised at the amount of my load, but somehow I was. Her tongue swam in a sea of milky white liquid, my legacy to her of our lovemaking. She watched me look at my load in her mouth, and smiled. Hermione closed her mouth, deeply, deliberately, and swallowed, taking my semen deep within her.

She reached her hand out and flicked the last bit of jism that adorned the corner of her mouth, licking with relish and swallowing that too. Hermione leaned down and kissed me once more. The taste was a little different than before, but not unpleasant.

"Did that feel good, Harry?" she asked quietly, as stood backwards.

"That was amazing, Hermione," I commented to her, still breathing deeply from the intensity of the blowjob.

"I'm glad to give such a special soul such pleasure," Hermione said, smiling a lovely gentle smile atop that glorious nude form.

"But did you...?" I asked, but she shook her head. "Tonight was about you, love," she replied.

I shook my head. "No. I have enough in me for one more. I want you to share in this experience, Hermione."

Hermione looked a little scared, but also pleased that I had noticed her own needs. "Are you sure?"

"Never more sure in my life," I replied, and I pulled her down to my level, my rapidly hardening cock once again ready for a new and wonderful experience with Hermione Granger.
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