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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 day was one that would never leave any of them.   The person that they all loved, Hermione, had transformed into something else they had never seen before or expected.   Further, they had all allowed her to do what she did; not one of them took a step to change her path.  The end, or the means, both of them in fact, had been horrendous, and it was nigh-on impossible to justify either.   Somehow, they had all allowed their hate for Umbridge to take them over.   Stopping her was the justification that had been on their heads, but, as it transpired, the physical torture had been totally unnecessary, yet they still did it.  They had become as hideous as Umbridge herself.   Beating her up a bit, that they could cope with, but the Golem’s assault , partially directed by Hermione, was unforgivable.  Hermione was still asleep in a large bed, and the others were just sitting on it, attempting to deal with their massive and profound guilt.  Even Fred was in a bad state, despite the history the House Elfs apparently had with Umbridge.   A few metres away, Umbridge was still unconscious.

Fred had fetched Madame Sellsit soon after the Golem’s dissolution, and although she was very reluctant, she was convinced that she should assist.  They explained that they still didn’t have the Grimoire hiding place, but that they could now easily extract it.  Sellsit finally agreed to  apply the minimum healing magic to Umbridge so that she could still give up this information, as she surely would.  However, even that healing  was driven through her family’s sex-magic processes.   Nobody felt at all like sex, they all felt like just sleeping for an eternity, but it was the only way.  “I can solve this, temporarily, said Fred. Do I have a volunteer?” Brave Neville, always brave, but generally unseen, finally took a step forwards.  “I will help Madame Sellsit, Harry and Luna need to stay with Hermione in case she wakes up.  Whatever it is, do it to me.”   Neville was being brave, Gryffindor brave, but unbeknownst to the others, even Luna, since watching the sex-magic pictronis, he had become rather obsessed with Madame Sellsit.  Neville had spent long hours with the pictronis,  despite the horrendous setting, totally fixated on Sellsit - her fine big round bottom, her full heavy breasts, her marvelously bushy cunt - pumping his cock into oblivion.  He wasn’t making this offer totally altruistically, although he would have anyway.  Fred took Neville to Sellsit and the unconscious and bloodied and mangled Umbridge.   She hugged Neville with her tiny frame, really only reaching as far up as his crotch, and snapped her fingers three times, in an uneven rhythm.    She had applied some magic to Neville that would simply allow him to temporarily cast aside the day’s  events, and that he was there simply to help Sellsit heal Umbridge. Because Fred was not aware of Neville’s lust for Sellsit, she also applied a little obsession charm - obsession squared it was for Neville.

Sellsit barely knew Neville, but suddenly here was this quite tall lad, right next to her, looking her in the eye in a way that could only mean one thing,   Sellsit, always sexually energized, felt her body tingle, the blood rushing about in her body seeking her sex.  He was a handsome young fellow after all.  She had already assessed Umbridge’s condition.  Umbridge had multiple cuts and acid burns over her body, her skull was fractured and badly bruised and swollen where Hermione had battered it into the wall, her rectum was badly abused, the sphincter ripped open and her bowel partially protruding, but the worst was of course her pubic area. It was badly ripped and torn and acid-cauterized.  Sellsit had agreed that she would heal the skull fracture, skull bruising and impact on Umbridge’s brain. She would also partially heal her pubic area,  but she would leave her with a non-functional re-fashioned pubis.   Umbridge would never fuck again.  As for her ass hole, Sellsit would tuck the bowel back in and heal the sphincter back to functionality.   However, despite this healing, Umbridge would retain her cuts and burns and other damage, and also retain a lot of the pain that her body was currently experiencing.   She would need no other reminder of what had been done to her.

Sellsit returned Neville’s gaze, her pussy by now tingling with expectation. “So Neville,  shall we begin.  The way this works is that Umbridge will continue to lie unconscious on the bed.  You will have sex with me, and I will draw a little of your life force through myself and into Umbridge.  This is what I will use to heal her.  You will feel a little drained afterwards, but I promise I will only take a sustainable amount of your energy which your body will naturally regenerate later.  Now, the best way to arrange this, is that I will transmit your life force via my tongue into Umbridge. Although her cunt is big mess, the receptor cells are still there, just re-arranged, and they will receive ok.   I can’t say that is going to be pleasant for me, except for the part where you are going to fuck me.  I really like to fuck young men Neville, and Luna has told me that you have an extraordinary cock.   I’m already imagining you filling me with your scalding cum, and my pussy is afire with anticipation.” As Sellsit proceeded with her naughty talk, she moved in very close to Neville.  She pushed her full breasts into his chest, and she allowed her knee to press gently against his already rapidly erecting cock.  She murmured “how does that sound Neville” and then proceeded to kiss him with total commitment.  The sexual fire in her body leapt into Neville and their kiss deepened.  Neville, always reserved, even with Luna and Hermione, was freed by Sellsit’s magic, which amplified his own lust for her.    Neville kissed her back with abandon.  Luna, watching this, raised a metaphorical eyebrow – so there was a way to open Neville up!

“Neville, crooned Sellsit, I can feel how hard your cock is already.   Luna has told me how much you enjoy hairy pussies, and perhaps you have seen mine in the pictronis.”  Neville lied outrageously “well I did see it once”, and then not at all , “and I really loved seeing your gorgeous thick bush.”   “Well that’s what a woman likes to hear, Neville.  Do you think, if I get on all fours, and pull my skirts up over my ass, that you might like to let your magnificent cock out and cram it in my sopping snatch?  My magic is amplified when the person fucking me really wants to be there, with his cock buried up to his balls.”

Neville was not very good at taking charge, but even he could figure out that it was time to act.   He propelled Sellsit to the bed on which Umbridge lay, and then pushed her down on to all fours.  “Oh but Neville, don’t you want me to get my tits out first,” she teased.   “No Madame Sellsit, I really need to fuck you now,” he managed.  And with that he grabbed hold of her skirts and pulled them up over her fabulous round ass,  and there she was in total naked-bottom glory, her massive dark tangle, sticking out from her thighs, surrounding her glistening and already parted ruby-red pussy lips.   To Neville, her open cunt was totally intoxicating.  In an instant, he had his cock out, standing massively erect, throbbing with pulsatile blood.  Neville was beyond thinking, the combination of his own lust and the combined magic of Sellsit and Fred was totally overwhelming. He moved in close, and pushed his cock into Sellsit, no careful first probing, just shoved  it in and began to fuck her like he was a Golem.  “Oh Morgana’s tits,” she exclaimed, as Neville’s cock was really very large and she hadn’t fucked now for several weeks.    Sellsit enjoyed the experience for a while, thrusting back against Neville as hard as he was fucking her.  Her abdomen was on fire, her pussy tight and slick – she was reminded why the  family Grimoire was so important. Sellsit, also remembering  her task at hand, bent her face down to the bloodied and scarred mess that was Umbridge, and thinking only of how Neville’s member must look, as he slapped in and out of her pussy, she initiated the healing component of the magic.  Neville felt the small drain on him, and after a moment’s pause, continued with his thrust, but a little less frenzied and more directed, establishing a rhythm Sellsit could work with.  Sellsit smiled as she felt the energy flow from Neville’s cock head, through her womb, into her cells, and then get focused into her by now again modified grooved tongue.  The sensation was always revelatory, and every time, she was scared she might not experience it again.  The energy flowed on along her tongue and finally into Umbridge.  Even when Umbridge was healthy, she tasted disgusting.  Now she tasted of nothing but burned flesh, it was gag-worthy.  But Sellsit focused on clenching her pussy and milking Neville, and this helped her disregard somewhat where her tongue was.

The directed healing energy flowed into Umbridge’s cells, and her limited healing began.  Soon, her misshapen head and face became recognizable again, her bowel receded, her ass hole closed up, and bit by bit her destroyed pussy reshaped itself into some semblance of its former self.  Luna was watching the scene, totally intrigued.  She loved watching Neville fuck other girls, not that there had been that many. But seeing him like this, bare chest glistening with sweat, totally engaged in this sexual act, was very satisfying and revealing to her.   Maybe she’d need to invite Sellsit to spend more time with them later on, if there was a later on for Sellsit.   At this very moment Sellsit cried out “fuck my ass Neville, please fuck my ass hole, I want your cum in my ass!”  Neville didn’t miss a beat and as he pulled out, he then pushed in, straight into her yummy looking ass hole.  How he didn’t rip her to shreds, was probably known only to her, but he went straight in, treating her ass just like her cunt.    Neville’s hair was wet with sweat, his body shimmering with his exertion.  Sellsit panted, “Neville, to complete the healing, and to stop it at this agreed to point, you need to spray your semen into my ass now.” Luna couldn’t help herself now.  She left Harry and Hermione on the bed, and headed over to Neville.  She wrapped her arms around his belly, squeezing the root of his cock. “Yes Neville, fill Sellsit with all of your cum, all of it.  I don’t want any left, I want every drop in Madame Sellsit’s ass.”

Neville *did* take direction well, and after  a few more extra vigorous thrusts, he started to erupt a geyser of  magically enhanced semen deep into Sellsit’s rectum.    This was the sealing sign for the sex magic, which now finalized its process.   All Neville knew was that he was shaking and expelling himself into Sellsit’s tight ass, whereas for Sellsit, she felt the magic terminate and start to withdraw from her body and then Neville’s.   Suddenly, Neville’s eyes rolled up in his head, and he fell backwards onto Luna, who sort of caught him and sort of got somewhat squashed by him.  His still erupting penis pulled from Sellsit’s ass with a plop, and then continued its final pumps into the air with Neville unconscious on his back.   Luna giggled to herself as his penis wasted its final shots into nothingness, and admired the cum dribbles leaking from Sellsit’s ass hole.      Normally she would have been there in a flash, to lick that tasty fluid from Sellsit’s tasty bottom, but that was a bit difficult with Neville still squishing her.  Plus, she was still not really ready for actual sex, the day’s events were still weighing heavily on her.

Sellsit roused herself “well, that’s done.  Umbridge will awaken soon, and I truly hope I never have anything else to do with her.  It will be a great pleasure not to have to eat her skanky cunt ever again.”  Sellsit smoothed her clothing back down, and went over to tend to Neville.   She kissed him again, and slowly and gently fondled his heavy balls and cock, and with Luna singing quietly to him, he started to rouse.   Of course, on reawakening,  Fred’s spell on him was undone - there was no escaping the reality for any of them unless somebody ended up obliviating them.   “So, Neville,” crooned Luna as she nibbled his ear, “you were quite the wild man with Madame Sellsit out there weren’t you.”   Neville blushed, and started to stammer “I, I, I….”   “It’s OK Neville, I understand it all now.   Why you watched that pictronis so often with Madame Sellsit in it, why you were so keen to volunteer, why you were so uninhibited with the push of the sex magic and Fred’s spell.”  Madame Sellsit looked knowingly at Neville also.  “Yes I felt Neville’s obsession with me as well.  It was perfect for this situation, and I’m very flattered that you so wanted to fuck my hairy old pussy and big fat bottom with that gorgeous cock of yours.”   Neville looked even more mortified.  “It’s OK Neville,” she continued.   “You are so lucky to have the friends that you do.  Luna is not jealous, she is only excited having seen you unlocked like that.    With your joint agreement, perhaps I can play some more with you in the future, because I *really* enjoyed your cock in holes.” Then Sellsit looked  distressed. “Ah of course I am forgetting that I may well up in Azkaban for my role in the death of the Muggles.”  Luna was already in Sellsit’s arms, hugging her fiercely, as if her passion could stop the passage of the law.  “We will do everything we can to prevent that Madame Sellsit.   And oh yes, I would love to enjoy you with Neville, if he’s up for it, eh Neville?”   Neville looked shy, but very interested, and in fact his penis started to stiffen again.   Sellsit watched it, she was endlessly fascinated with the transformation of a man’s penis, and smiled  “looks like Neville is in agreement with that Luna.”

At that moment, Umbridge roused from her coma.   First she just cried and whimpered a bit, and then the usual torrent of foul abuse came from her mouth.  Well, she was true to her character, it seemed.    It was Fred who took charge next. “Umbridge, you have seen that we are not soft, as you thought. You have suffered immense pain, as did your victims.  Yet you are partly healed and alive, unlike your victims.  Apparently we have more compassion than you do.”  “Fuck off you hideous misshapen gnome,” screamed Umbridge.  “If I could, I would smash you into the ground and stomp your head to a bloody pulp.”  Fred did not react, although the others, now including Hermione who had roused, felt very much better about themselves after this.     The core of Umbridge was very, very ugly indeed.   Fred smiled sweetly.   “Because we are more  compassionate than you, we have decided to allow you one last chance. The offer we described before is available again.  If you don’t take it, it is rather likely we will kill you.  Probably even more unpleasantly than what you just experienced.”  Umbridge glared malevolently at Fred, and then at the others.  There was a long silence,  until finally she grated out “the Grimoire is to be found in Deeping Hill, in the care of my sister,   Daphnit.   If you allow me to send her an owl,  she will give it up to you, without violence.”  “And do you also agree to the rest of the terms,” reminded Fred.  “Yes, I will attempt to absolve Sellsit, free Lovegood,  and leave forever.”   “Very well,” nodded Fred.  She clicked her fingers, and an owl appeared from nowhere, and offered a parchment covered leg to Umbridge.   Umbridge extracted the paper, and using the quill that Hermione supplied, she wrote a note to her sister.  But she did not sign it.  “What’s wrong,” asked Fred.  Umbridge again looked broken and weak.  “I cannot magically endorse it, because I have no magic left, not even the magic of a squib.”  So it seemed the Golem had somehow extracted the last remnants of her magic.  “I can do it,” said Sellsit.  I can be a proxy for Umbridge and it will be magically binding.   Hold my wand”, she commanded.  Umbridge did so, and then signed her name as Sellsit uttered a brief incantation.  The parchment flared - the note was signed and valid.   Umbridge reattached the parchment to the owl which hooted once, and then took wing as Umbridge issued delivery instructions.

“Excellent,” said Luna, and then with ironic venom dripping from her voice she stated   “next, Senior Undersecretary Umbridge,  you will make a statement of your culpability and exonerate Madame Sellsit, and order the release of my father.   Then you  will resign from the Ministry and advise that you are leaving the country, forever.  Of course, it’s possible the Ministry will come after you to imprison you in Azkaban for killing those Muggles.  We shall record your statement with the pictronis spell, the very same one that recorded your evil ritual with the Muggle children.  Amusing that you are now also a Muggle Senior. Undersecretary. Umbridge.”   Umbridge continued to look mentally destroyed, although Harry had his doubts about that - he determined to keep a very close eye on her.  “Can I have some clothes please,” Umbridge asked.   Fred snapped her fingers, and Umbridge was covered in a plain shift. This had the advantage of covering all her burn injuries and her mangled crotch, so there we little chance anybody would have any sympathy for her.  Luna subvocalized the  pictronis spell, conjured a chair  for Umbridge, and pushed her into it.  “OK Umbridge, start talking.  If we don’t like what you say, it probably won’t be pleasant for you.” 5 minutes later, it was over.  She had been entirely accurate and forthright, which made Harry even more suspicious.  “How are you going to release it,” she asked, although she didn’t really seem to care – why would she, she was never going to be seen again.  Luna explained, “we are going to send it to the ministry, and all members of the Wizengamot.  We are also going to send it to all seats of learning, including, of course, Hogwarts.  We won’t release it to the press, but probably it will get there all on its own”  She paused, and then added, “at least I think that’s what we will do.”  Umbridge looked scared again, and asked quietly, “what do you mean?”.

Hermione, slipping back into the  dark persona whose Golem had so horribly attacked Umbridge, said quietly, “well you know, now that we have access to the Grimoire and your recording, we could just torture you some more and kill you.  Nobody would miss you – everyone would just assume you have left.”  “Bbbuuut you promised,” screamed Umbridge.  “Did we?” asked Hermione, “I don’t know that we promised, Umbridge.  You are such a worthless being,  I struggle to see why we should allow you to keep walking on the earth.  Please don’t say you will be good and make up some silly story for how you will help people in the future.  Nothing you can say now has any value.  You are of no value.”  Hermione strode forwards and ripped the shift from Umbridge so that she was naked again.  “See your destroyed body, Umbridge.  You can’t even pleasure yourself anymore.    I’m really thinking we should end you now.”  Umbridge whimpered again, and once more a trickle of urine made its way down her leg. She fell to her knees, begging for her life.  Fred spoke – “no Hermione, we won’t kill her now.  Please give her to the House Elfs as we discussed before.  I’m sure we would enjoy spending time with Umbridge.”  Umbridge surged to her feet and attempted to grab Fred by the head and neck, but Fred was gone with ‘craaaaack’,  before she should get hold of her.  Fred taunted her “now, now, Dolores, don’t you want to come and play with the House Elfs.  Maybe you remember the last time you played with us, but it wasn’t really so much fun for the House Elfs was it ?”

The others still had no idea what had transpired, but clearly Umbridge had done something very terrible to some House Elfs and equally clearly Fred was seeking vengeance for this.   The issue of what to do with Umbridge remained to be finally resolved,  But first, they had the Grimoire to recover from Umbridge’s sister – fancy that, another Umbridge.
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