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Luna Explores	By : Aarden_Fluvier Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 17445 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The next day, Luna and Hermione caught up with each other to compare notes.  Hermione was rather jealous after Luna related her experience.   “I have read a little about portrait magic, but it’s very obscure,” advised Hermione.  “Headmaster Dippet sounds like a lovely man, with other impressive talents!  I think I should do some more research and see if I can learn more about his portrait magic.  But he did say it involved his private family Grimoire, didn’t he; so it may be all up to him, if he wants to fuck us sooner rather than later!”  Luna was amazed at the evolution of her friend from a shy (but horny) girl into a young woman, emblazoned with sexuality and really quite experimentally adventurous now.  One day soon, she was going to use her disappearing skills, and watch what Hermione did to Harry; that would be fun. Harry positively glowed these days, and Luna was pretty sure a lot of that was Hermione’s doing.  With Hermione’s own development, she had also helped Harry build his confidence and poise.  Luna felt rather smugly self-satisfied with her efforts with her friends!
“So what happened in the ward room Hermione?” asked Luna. “Dumbledore came back from his explorations rather confused and a bit annoyed.  I think he was just a little suspicious of me when I left.  But I’m sure the portraits won’t give up any information.”   “Well, Harry leant me his invisibility cloak as not everyone has your talents, you know, so it was easy to get there. However, getting in was a bit harder.  Luckily, there is a twice daily inspection of the wards carried out by the staff, so I just needed to slip in after them and wait for them to depart.  I’d never seen the wards before, but they are these beautiful obsidian crystals embedded in the stone.  It felt like they were almost alive and that I could talk to them if I really wanted. It’s probably just the magic they are imbued with, but it was an amazing feeling.  Anyway, I didn’t feel any resistance when I incanted the charm to ‘twang’ them a little.  In fact, I kind of got the sense that they were enjoying the game.  Not only do I have to learn about portrait magic, now I’ve got ward magic to learn so much more about.  You know, they really don’t teach us much about anything here at Hogwarts! Anyway, after the charm was in place, it was easy to exit the room as the door opens from the inside.   So not a very exciting adventure, which is probably a good thing.”
Luna nodded, and then felt the strong urge to kiss her clever friend, so she did.  “Mmmmm” murmured Hermione as Luna’s tongue explored her mouth.   After a while, a long while, they broke their kiss, and just stood there looking at each other.  The love they held for each other was a beautiful part of their relationship.  The fact that it existed so strongly, even whilst each girl was involved with her boyfriend, and other extra-mural activities, was testament to its strength.  Eventually their heart rates dropped back down, and they refocused on the matter in hand, Myrtle.  At that very moment, rather conveniently, Myrtle appeared.   She looked distraught, tired (why?) and messy.   She had obviously been crying recently also, even ghostly eyes can be red.   “Hi Myrtle,” the girls chorused. “You look awful,” volunteered Luna, with extreme tact.  “I know, I’m just a mess, and some nasty second year boys were teasing me.  Do you know, they kept pulling their stiff cocks out and running at me trying to impale my mouth and of course charging straight through me.  It was very unpleasant, and their cocks weren’t even worth looking at; all small and skinny.  I hope they stay that way and never get any bigger.” “Well Myrtle, we have some news to cheer you up.  At great personal cost to her own personal morals, Luna has discovered where Stella Morgana, the head of your house when you died, is residing.  We plan to visit her to see if she knows how you died.”  Myrtle’s disheveled state noticeably improved with this news, and her sniffling stopped.  “Really, oh that is so wonderful.  Except I’m sorry you were compromised, Luna.”  Luna nodded, affecting her gravest look,  “it’s OK Myrtle, although it will take me a while to process, I’m happy I did it to help you.” “I hope I can make it up to you somehow,” murmured Myrtle.  “Myrtle, if we can help you fill your pussy with cock, cock, and more cock, you will have more than made up for it!” declared Luna. One day she would tell Myrtle of the terrible compromise she had made…
To find out where Madame Morgana lived exactly, Hermione borrowed Hedwig from Harry and sent a letter to the post office, asking for the address of the Little Farthing House for retired Magicals. She claimed her address book had been destroyed in a fire.  Sometimes magicals were really very gullible, and the address duly came back with a happy-looking Hedwig.   The girls decided to sneak out the next weekend.  Harry leant Hermione his invisibility cloak, and all Luna had to do was apply her “not visibly noticeable” charm.  It was easy.  Little Farthing was in the south of England, a long way from Hogwarts, even at broom speed.   However, being resourceful young ladies, they made use of their friendships with the house elfs who agreed to apparate them to and from Little Farthing.  Tripsy was doing the honours, somewhat more demurely behaved than when Luna had last seen her! Luna had eventually told Tripsy that she had observed that evening, but Tripsy didn't care, in fact she barely remembered it, probably a result of some of the ritual process.  Regardless, she told Luna that Luna was a known ‘’friend of the house elfs’’ and she was always welcome to be with them, whatever they were doing.
Tripsy met Hermione and Luna under the whomping willow, which true to form, was attempting to smash all three of them into twigs.  But the old tree was a bit slow, and it was more fun than dangerous, dodging its lashing branches.  Tripsy stood between them, clad only in an old handkerchief, with each girl linking arms with her.  Tripsy snapped her fingers, and they were gone, much to the tree’s annoyance.  Elf apparation was rather different to human apparation. To the youg witches, it felt like their bodies were totally turned inside out, and that somebody was then trying to scrape their organs off their bodies.  It was beyond hideous.  But it was over quickly, although when they arrived on the front lawn of the House, Luna and Hermione spent the next few minutes doubled over retching horribly.  Eventually their spasms subsided, and Tripsy thoughtfully conjured some water for them to wash out their putrid tasting mouths.  All the while Tripsy was watching them with a faintly amused expression on her face.  Eventually they recovered enough and Hermione said “Tripsy, that was just the most dreadful experience I have ever had.   Is there anyway you can make it a bit less hideous on the way home?”   “Well Miss Hermione, I’m not sure.  Elf magic is very strong, and very not pleasant for humans.  I’ll ask some friends whilst you are in the House, and see if I can lessen the impact on you.  But anyway, if I can't, you know you can survive it.”   House elves were usually more deferential to witches and wizards, but because of their special friendship with Luna, they tended to be truer to themselves around her.   It was a revelation for Hermione and only strengthened her somewhat misguided analysis of the human-elf condition.
Tripsy apparated away with the usual crack, and Hermione and Luna prepared themselves for their visit.  They had decided to use a glamour spell on Hermione that would make her appear to be Madame Morgana’s grand-daughter (whether she had one or not) to anyone that they met.  Luna on the other hand, just used her invisibility charm to keep out of the way for now.  All was in readiness, and they headed to reception.  Reception was staffed by a very fierce looking goblin.  This they had not expected, and goblins were generally very good at seeing through spells and charms. Hermione, somewhat anxiously, explained how she had come to see her dear grand mother Morgana, whom she had not been able to see for many months owing to school commitments.   It turned out she need not have worried, as the goblin, SkrankScythe, was totally uninterested in her. Although he was very dangerous looking, he was also very old, and his anti-spell/charm capabilities had substantially declined.  Further, he was also very ready for his lunch break and the last thing he wanted to do was interrogate Hermione.  Hermione tucked away in her mind to remember that old goblins were not reliable; one day she was sure that knowledge would come in handy.   Hermione and Luna proceeded to Madame Morgana’s room, but they really had no strategy, apart from using their wits, for the next phase of their quest.
At Madame Morgana’s door, they removed their charms, and nervously awaited a response to their tap on the door.  Nothing.  They tapped again, a little louder. Nothing.   Then, rather boldly, Luna just pushed on the door.  She got rather a surprise when it opened quietly.  She had the feeling it had not been unlocked, but more that the door had decided to admit them of its own volition.   They peered inside, and seeing no one, proceeded to enter.   Really, it was very foolhardy of them.  Madame Morgana had been a formidable witch, something Luna and Hermione hadn’t really bothered to find out.   In the next instant, there was a crackling sound, the door closed, and the girls found themselves suspended upside down in the middle of the room, their arms held firmly against their sides, their wands nowhere to be seen.   A side effect of their suspension was that their skirts fell to their waists, leaving them rather, it could be said, exposed.  Hermione and Luna were as helpless as they were ever going to be.  Hermione blinked the hair out of her eyes, and tried to make sense of what she was seeing.  Eventually, she realized, that what she could see was a very magnificent set of upside down breasts, encased in a silken robe, but with a vast amount of cleavage exposed.  “Morgana’s Tits” she exclaimed, half giggling to herself, despite their predicament.   There was a sexy throaty chuckle from their captor, and a voice pronounced, “I am pleased to see my legacy lives on into the younger generation. Hello young ladies, how nice of you to drop by and see me.  It’s especially nice of you to be so incredibly ill prepared.  I don’t think I have ever captured anybody quite so easily before!  I’d also like to thank you for wearing such tiny little skirts and tiny little knickers.  It’s been a while since a pretty girl was before me in her underwear.”
“Ummm, Madame Morgana, please, we didn’t come here to cause you any trouble, just to ask you a few questions about one of your former students,” Luna managed, as her mind had already skipped off to a hot encounter between her pussy and the powerful witch currently controlling them. “Young ladies, since I retired, I have had a few people come to see me.  Invariably they came to trick me in some way, as I am quite rich, and so you see, I have become rather untrusting; especially of pretty young girls whose pussies are apparently on the hunt.  Your pussies are on the hunt, aren’t they.”  “Madame Morgana, yes that’s true, but that’s their perennial state!” squeaked Luna.   “My name is Luna Lovegood, my father runs the Quibbler.  This is Hermione Grainger.  We are both students at Hogwarts, and by the way, you have the most magnificent cleavage I have ever seen, right way up or not.  My cunt is absolutely throbbing, and I won’t be surprised if Hermione’s is too, but that’s not really why we came here.”  Madame Morgana circled around the girls.  She moved in close to Luna, leaned across and drank in the scent of Luna’s soaking sex.   “Luna, you know you won’t be leaving here without me enjoying all that you have to offer, don’t you?”   As she spoke, she made a small swooping motion with her hands, and Luna and Hermione’s panties wriggled off their bottoms, up their legs and off their feet, before flying to Madame Morgana’s hands.   She held them to her nose and inhaled deeply.   The smell of young, aroused girl had always been a total aphrodisiac to Madame Morgana.  “Oh God, that smells so perfect,” she murmured.  Another motion of her hands, this time a scissor opening, and the girls found themselves with their legs wide apart, and their pink, slick cunts totally available to their captor.   Fluid started to leak from Hermione’s slit and run back down her pussy to her belly.   Madame Morgana spied this, and deftly leaned over to lick it up.  That was the trigger, and Hermione then enjoyed the most amazing sensation as Madame Morgana plunged her tongue into Hermione’s wide-open hole, all the while her tits were mashed against Hermione’s belly.  Madame Morgana’s robe fell open, revealing, well, revealing nothing.   Next she knew, Hermione found her face buried in Madame Morgana’s soft, hair-covered vagina.  Hermione decided to take a little gamble, and rapidly charmed herself partially into her cat state.   Her rough tongue slipped into Madame Morgana’s slit, and Hermione yowled in delight as that caused Madame Morgana to work her tongue around Hermione’s cunt in abandon.   A finger plunged hard into Hermione’s ass-hole, causing Hermione to gasp with pain and then pleasure as her sphincter accommodated it.  A finger in her ass, a tongue in her cunt, a very hot tasty cunt mashed against her mouth; what more could a girl want, apart from being right-side up!   Luna was feeling very left out at this point, since it was her pussy Morgana had first been excited by.  Suddenly, Hermione cried out with immense intensity, her orgasm driving down her body from pussy to belly to chest to mouth.  As she did so, her tongue went into over-drive, and Madame Morgana allowed herself a crashing orgasm from Hermione’s cat tongue.
Luna just hung there, really wanting something in her pussy, but she just had to wait until Madame Morgana recovered a little.  Madame Morgana was now sitting on her small stool, her legs apart, her still wondrous breasts heaving, as she admired her captive teenaged flesh some more.   “God you girls are horny, just like all girls from Hogwarts.  You are from Hogwarts, aren’t you?”   “Yes Madame Morgana,” answered Luna, “and I'm horny too, would you please come and eat my pussy, or shove something into it please, I really want to cum.”  “Oh, poor Luna,” laughed Madame Morgana.  “Well, you know, I really don’t think you two are too dangerous.”  With that, Luna and Hermione were gently lowered to the ground, right way up, their little skirts settling on their round bottoms and soft thighs.   “Thank you,” they chorused.  Both girls ended up sitting on the floor in front of Madame Morgana, their legs spread wide, so that Madame Morgana continued to have a beautiful view of their moist cunts.  “You girls are a definite treat for sore eyes,” she said, all the while continuing to squeeze and massage her heavy tits, her own legs spread, her own sex wet, her own pussy lips still peeled open.   Although Luna had really wanted to cum, the edge had gone off her enough that, despite the two gaping pussies right next to her, she was able to focus on the task at hand.  Hermione, on the other hand, was still totally blissed out, in fact so much so that she was still in partial cat state, her furry ears twitching, and her rough tongue flicking over her lips.  “Do you do that to all your visitors,” asked Luna.  “If you do, I’m surprised there isn’t a queue 20 long waiting their turn.”   Madame Morgana chuckled.  “Luna, I don’t get many visitors, and most of those I don’t let in.  I was watching you two from the moment you arrived at the front desk, and had plenty of time to assess your intention; I am still rather well connected, especially to a certain friend in a portrait.”  By now Hermione had returned to being present, and she managed to look totally outraged as both she and Luna exclaimed “Dippet!”   Madame Morgana smiled; “yes, and doesn’t he have the most wonderful cock Luna.  That portrait magic of his is something else, and since your visit, he has been very busy working out how to access the outside world again a little sooner than in 10 years time.  It seems you are a very talented girl and he’s keen for you to visit again. Actually, if he works out how to do it, I’m going to buy one of his other portraits and he can visit me here.  I do have very fond memories of the Headmaster blowing countless massive wads of cum all over my face and tits.”  Luna was very busy with her pussy again, and this time it was Hermione to keep things on track.
“Madame Morgana, the reason we are here is that we are on a bit of a quest to help one of your former students, the ghost now known as Moaning Myrtle.  I suspect you, being a most horny woman, will appreciate our quest.”  Hermione then outlined the basics of what they knew and what they were trying to discover.  Madame Morgana looked rather confounded for a while.  Eventually she said “it seems that there is a memory block on me on this subject.  I know that I know something about it, but I cannot reveal it.  From the magical signature, I believe I set this block myself, from which I surmised I don’t want to remember it.”   Hermione ventured, “as we said, we think that Myrtle died in some way related to sex, but that also her death was violent, as the records show head injuries.  Perhaps it was an accident, but somehow, you were involved.  That’s probably not something you would want to remember.”  Luna was looking around the room as Hermione spoke.   In one corner of the room, her multi-dimensional sense was triggered, and she could make out the vague outline of some kind of artifact.  Never one to wait, Luna approached the corner, and cautiously leaned forwards with her arms extended, attempting to feel the artifact.   Madame Morgana and Hermione finally noticed was Luna was doing, and then they especially noticed since as Luna leant forwards, she exposed her perfect round bottom and hairy pink pussy.     A sigh escaped Madame Morgana’s lips, and her fingers immediately dived into her own pussy as she watched Luna.  Hermione was also rather aroused again at the sight of Luna’s short skirt and dreamy ass, and so she joined Luna, standing behind her, stroking her bottom and caressing her wet cunt.  Madame Morgana laughed “Dear me, our ability to stop being distracted is really rather poor isn’t it.  But then, I don’t think I have had two sexier girls at my disposal before. “  “It’s ok Madame Morgana,” said Hermione. We are rather used to this; it’s rare we get anything done without distractions from a mouth, or a cock or a pussy.   Maybe, once we solve this mystery, we will bring Harry and Neville to visit you.  I rather think you, and they will enjoy that immensely.  Neville in particular is obsessed with breasts like yours, and the amount he can cum may even rival Headmaster Dippet.”
By now, Luna’s questing hands hit something solid, just as Hermione’s questing fingers probed her holes, making her squirm rather.  Regardless,  “it’s made of stone,” she said. “It feels rather like a large stone pedestal.  Let me try and move it out of the adjacent dimension and back into ours.  Hermione, love, if you don’t stop that, we are never going to get the job done,” she squealed as Hermione started plumbing her ass hole rather vigorously. “Oh all right,” grumped Hermione.“ Luna focused, utilised her wand, and delivered a quite complex spell of trans-dimensional movement.   She finished, but nothing had changed.  Then she simply reached forwards again, grasped the pedestal and pulled it towards her.  With a weird feeling of displacement, the pedestal was there in Madame Morgana’s room.  “Oh my,” exclaimed the ex-teacher, “that’s a memory pensieve. “  It was obvious to all three that Madame Morgana had stored her unpleasant memories in the pensieve and then shunted it to a nearby dimension to make it hard to discover.  However, not so hard that it was lost forever.
Hermione was the first to ask the obvious question; “Madame Morgana would you allow us to access the pensieve, assuming you don’t want to.” Madame Morgana pondered Hermione’s question for a while, and the slowly nodded. “Yes, provided you don't reveal the contents to me.  A second condition is that regardless of what you find, and I hope my part is not too awful, that you and Luna stay for dinner.  I don't know about you two, but there is much more I want to do with you before I let you go. “  As she spoke, she squeezed her famous breasts, and slowly gyrated her hips, pushing her hairy cunt forwards and back. It took all of their will power to stop from diving into that divine bush right there and then, but resist they did given they would not have to wait much longer to sample more of Madame Morgana’s fleshy delights.   “Done,” said Hermione, casually licking the taste of Luna from her fingers.  “I don't think your role will be too awful, I’m sure it won’t.  And you can be very sure Luna and I would like to tarry a while longer with you.  After all, we haven’t even had a proper taste of your pussy yet, have we?”  Madame Morgana pulled a sticky finger or two from her hole, and then, very slowly, she pushed her finger to Hermione’s mouth.  Hermione immediately parted her lips and sucked in the finger, sampling the yummy tang of Madame Morgana on top of Luna’s piquant taste and aroma.  “Yep, some more of that please,” purred Hermione.
This time, Luna took over, and pulled Hermione to the pensieve.
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