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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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“So nice to be the centre of attention again, and my penis is still in my trousers, isn’t that remarkable!”  Everybody laughed, except Daphnit who apparently had yet to meet that side of the Professor.  “I’m sure you are all very eager to hear what I have to say,” he continued, not very usefully. “So, after extensive research, I found in the family Grimoire some  magic that I have never needed to use before.  It will attend to Umbridge in rather a neat way, I think.  It won’t kill her, but her life will be severely restricted, and she won’t be able to hurt anyone else.   I can’t tell you precisely what it will do beyond that, because, rather strangely, the spell won’t work if I do that.   Isn't that annoying!  I know that’s not terribly satisfactory, but, if you don't like the result, well perhaps the Grimoire has some more ideas and it’s not irreversible.  Anyway, in my view it is a far more satisfactory solution than giving Umbridge  to the Ministry. I know that none of you know me very well, but, I think you will all agree I have worked in your best interests since you have known me.”  “It’s OK Professor,” interrupted Hermione, I think we all do trust you.  I certainly do, and that has nothing to do with your tasty penis, it really doesn’t.  Is there anybody here who does not trust the Professor and trust his judgement ?  Bear in mind he was Headmaster of Hogwarts for decades, a position of great responsibility, and history looks rather well upon him.”    There were no disagreements, and Dippet looked rather pleased that those around him, human and non-human, felt this way about him.

“Well, then...” he started,  but at that moment, Madame Sellsit’s messenger patroni all came flying and hopping back to her, so Dippet stopped in mid-stream.  Sellsit turned to Umbridge -  “I think your time in the lime-light is over now Dolores,” she sneered.  “Let’s see what we can find out shall we? Professor, if you can hold your information for a little while, would you mind visiting some of your strategically located portraits to gather a little information for us?”   Dippet nodded, “of course, the next phase can wait, let’s see how the recipients of the pictronis are reacting.  Daphnit, my dear, please stay here with our friends, of course you know Madame Sellsit and young Mr. Longbottom.”  Dippet did manage to slip in a saucy wink at Sellsit as he said this.  “You will be perfectly safe to remain in the portrait whilst I am gone.’’  Daphnit was looking rather stunned by the turn of events, but she agreed to stay put.  “That divan there is really a great favourite, my dear, I suggest you make yourself comfortable on it.”   ‘That divan’ was actually the location for much of Dippet’s extensive fucking,  which Hermione and Luna guessed, but of which Daphnit remained happily ignorant.

Dippet nodded and smiled and waved, and then disappeared from the portrait, leaving  behind a somewhat lonely looking Daphnit.    “You are probably wondering how I got here,” she said, rather unnecessarily.   They all nodded and looked expectant.  “As you know, I am very new to the magical world, so I’m not really totally sure myself.    But,  a little while after Madame Sellsit and Mr. Longbottom departed,   I was sitting in my living room, pondering all that had just happened.” Neville smirked to himself, as he replayed how much he had enjoyed Daphnit’s magically-engorged sexuality – sure enough, his cock was already stirring with the images flashing through his mind.  Daphnit continued, “I was having a drink, well a few drinks, and trying to make sense of it all.  Was it all a dream, did it really happen, was magic real,  was I mentally ill and had imagined it all?    As I was deep in contemplation, I eventually realized that someone was calling to me. I went to the door, but there was nobody there.  Eventually, I realized the voice was coming from the living room, so I returned there.  That’s when I saw Professor Dippet waving to me from a painting.   Despite everything that had already happened, I was really rather shocked by this. I thought for a moment I was going to pass out, but somehow managed to stay conscious.     Professor Dippet waved again and called to me some more, and told me that he had been sent there by a room of something or other to fetch me - I can’t remember exactly, it didn’t make any sense.  I had no idea what he was saying, and told him that I had had quite enough surprises for one day thank you very much.  Anyway, he was very kind and patient, and allowed me to frazzle about for a while.   He then told me that he was a friend of Madame Sellsit and Mr. Longbottom, whom he was aware I had met.  Of course he could be lying, so I challenged him to prove it.”  Daphnit managed to look a bit embarrassed at this point, before continuing, “but he told me enough, err, detail, to convince me that he knew you well.”

At that moment, Neville’s recollections of his time with Daphnit went into overdrive, and his cock started throbbing rather extravagantly - it was very obvious to see through his pants.  His big cock head pushing rhythmically against the material.   Neville was watching Daphnit very closely, and he was pretty sure she stole a peek.  Neville shifted a little, just to help her see his massive arousal a little more easily, if she wanted to. Of course, it didn’t escape Luna’s awareness, as she was standing right next to him.   She stood on tip toes, pushed her breasts and body against him, and nibbled on his ear whilst she whispered in his ear  “Neville, I want Daphnit’s face buried in my hairy pink cunt whilst you fill her  ass with your hot sticky cum.”  It was too much for Neville, much too much.  He was so aroused that his prick just started spasming, releasing a flood of semen into his pants.   “Ohhhhh Luna,” was all he managed, as Luna kept titillating his mind with her naughty sex talk, all the while rubbing herself against him, and grabbing his shaft through his pants, milking him, keeping his cock throbbing hard and fast.   A big sticky patch was spreading over his pants, some of the cum seeping through the material of his trousers.  Luna, never one to be concerned by a situation, just unbuckled his belt, pulled his clothing down, and freed his cock, still spewing the last of its cum.  She quickly captured it in her mouth, enjoying drinking down his tasty thick fluids.

“Oh my God,” Daphnit exclaimed as she watched Luna in action.   “Either you lot are the most uninhabited people I’ve ever met or my repression was very extreme.    Is it like this all the time, do you just fuck and suck whenever you want, where-ever you are? With whoever you want?” Hermione giggled, “well, sort of, Daphnit.  We *do* have an awful lot of sex, with each other and with others.  We are totally comfortable with each other, and, by the way, Professor Dippet,  but we are more circumspect around others.   Neville has rather recently been through a bit of a sexual epiphany, first with Madame Sellsit and then with you and then with both of you.  He is usually more reserved, but you two have aroused all sorts of marvelous things in him, and we all, like Luna now, intend to enjoy them whenever we can!”  Luna was busy slurping on Neville’s now slackening member, she loved that feeling, as the engorged organ slowly subsided in her mouth.   Hermione continued, “Luna, in particular,  has some innate sex magic that she is learning to use.  Maybe she might like to have a turn with you Daphnit, because I must agree with Neville, you are the most extraordinarily gorgeous woman.”

At that moment, Umbridge, who had been sleeping, perhaps in a confused funk of fear and pain, awoke, and as she roused, Daphnit saw her.  “Dolores!” she exclaimed, “so it’s true, you are here.  What did you do to me, you horrid person.  Why did you do it? “  Umbridge was certainly not in a conciliatory mood, she obviously didn’t think it would help her cause.    Instead she glared at her half-sister, and then spat at her – “you were lucky I didn't drain you and kill you, instead I saved your life.  I should have taken everything from you, then I would have been stronger and never would have ended up in this situation.  It's your fault, Daphnit, such a pretty girl, so clever with your magic without even realizing what was going on.   But me, your older sister, never got any recognition for what I had achieved, largely without that cheating magic.    You got what you deserved.”  Daphnit looked a bit stunned,  it was her fault, for being born it seemed, for her sister being weak magically.  Any sympathy she might have had quickly drained out of her. “Dolores, you are as hideous  as my new friends have said.  I really don’t care what they do to you. If they want to kill you I won’t stop them.”  Umbridge spat at her again, but it fell long short of the portrait.

However, this rather enraged Neville.  With a few quick strides, cummy cock swinging, he reached her and punched her full in the face, smashing her nose which once again fountained blood.  Umbridge cried out in extreme pain again as she crashed back to the bed. But really, the scene was rather comical, Umbridge lying on the bed moaning blood pouring from her face, and Neville standing over her, breathing rapidly, his fists still balled, his giant cock throbbing with his anger as well as his previous orgasm.   Luna went to him and hugged him to calm him down, although it took a little while.  “Thank you Neville for defending me,” said Daphnit.  “You know, if I’d been down there instead of in here, I’d probably have done that myself.  She is a total low-life worm.”  Neville was calming down now, and eventually allowed Luna to lead him away, whereupon, not really being one for nudity, he stepped back into his trousers.  Daphnit sighed, as she too had a very vivid memory of how Neville had pleasured her with his eternal-cum penis, she was rather clear that she wanted more of that.  And maybe his friend Harry and Hermione, oh and Luna.  Well, perhaps all of them!

Before any more bad behavior could occur, Dippet reappeared in his portrait, next to Daphnit.  Prone to redundancy, he favoured them with “Hello everybody, I’m back.”  But he did have some more to say, and very usefully.  “I have just been in three rather important spy-portraits.   I’m very glad these portraits are still available to me!   First, I went to the Minister of Magic’s office.   He was in a total rage, yelling and screaming at everyone who was foolish enough to be near him.     His most common expletive was ‘that stupid fucking bitch’, but there were many others also.   He had clearly planned some higher role for you Umbridge,  but you really fucked it up.    After he’d stopped yelling at everyone, he dictated a press release.  I’m very pleased to say he totally disowned you Dolores, and vowed to hunt you down and throw you into Azkaban for the rest of your life for your ‘evil actions’.  He also was heard to be very sympathetic towards you, Madame Sellsit.  He was of the clear belief that you had been coerced into assisting, and he commented he knew you would never willingly do such a  thing.  I am guessing that you actually know the Minister for Magic, and that relationship is probably going to save you, that is the most excellent news also.”

Umbridge moaned, probably in pain, perhaps from the news.     Dippet continued, “this was very good news.   He said he was assembling a team of hit wizards to hunt you down, so we may have to act swiftly, eh?  The second portrait I went to was of course Dumbledore’s office. As head of the Wizengamot  and head of Hogwarts, he was a direct recipient of a patronus messenger.  Dumbledore was very calm, as you might expect, you are not exactly his ally now Umbridge,  are you.  He was mainly crooning to Fawkes,  with a little smile playing over his face.  The third portrait I went to was the main press room of the major magical newspaper, ‘The Hidden Rune’. It was uproar there also, but mainly as the chief editor was giving a speech to the staff, explaining the contents of the pictronis and how the paper would exploit it to help assist in your total downfall, Dolores.   He was issuing orders at a great rate, and various staff writers were already scribbling their copy on their parchments.      I think it’s fair to say that the strategy was a terrific success.” The friends could have been forgiven for shouting with joy, but the deaths of the Muggle teens, plus untold others led them to a more muted reaction.

Ignoring the miserable Umbridge, who’s nose had finally stopped bleeding, the friends all clustered around the portrait.   “So,” said Fred, “I think we are at the point of finality.   It is time for Umbridge to meet her final destination.  Professor Dippet, what exactly will your ritual require ?   Daphnit was telling us how you went to her, although she didn’t quite finish her story as her nasty sister woke up and caused some ructions.” Dippet took up the narrative. “Yes that’s  right the Room of Requirements sent me to Daphnit.   I really must learn some more about the Room, as I am starting to think it’s sentient.  Anyway, I introduced myself to Daphnit, and advised that I was a friend of you all.  She was rightly skeptical but I did manage to convince her.”  This time, Dippet favoured Neville with his saucy wink, but for once Neville managed to remain the same light pink colour, instead of immediately going beet red.   “It was in conversation with Daphnit that I learned who she is, and that she fitted the criteria I need for this spell to work. She’s genetically related to Umbridge and she is magically pure  because her core was bound before she reached puberty.   This was why the Room sent me to her, and why I have returned with her. She is crucial to the magic’s success and I find it deliciously ironic that Daphnit will be the one who seals Umbridge’s fate. Not only that, I have worked out how to build into the process a component which will unbind Daphnit’s magical core.   Although this is not something I have done before, I am very confident this will be successful.  In fact, it is essential, because the related person needs to be not only magically pure, but magically powerful.”

“OK Professor, is there anything you need us to do,” asked Harry.   “Not very much, right now, but I do need some runes.      The most effectives ones are those in the Hogwarts ward-room.”  Hermione interjected, “well we can’t steal those,  the castle would immediately alert Dumbledore, wouldn’t they?”     Dippet shook his head, “actually, we can.  Because I was headmaster, there is a permanent imprint of my authority in them.  Now although I can’t fetch them myself, for obvious reasons, I can delegate one of you to do so.”  Hermione immediately took the task on, “That would be me then, wouldn’t it.  I already have some familiarity with the ward-room from that time when Luna first convinced you we were worth playing with, don't I Professor.”   As she said this, Hermione licked her lips expansively, reminding Dippet how Luna had, for the first time, partly entered his portrait and sucked the cum from his penis.    It also reminded Luna who was gazing absolutely nowhere, remembering the taste of Dippet’s semen as it gushed down her throat.

Dippet, horny though he was, smiled with his eyes as he continued “yes I think that is a good idea Hermione, you are the perfect emissary.  The ward-room already knows you, and our, err, connection, should make it easy to delegate the proxy rights to you.”  Harry, although he was not the most insightful person on the planet, was starting to gain a degree of shrewdness by hanging around with Dippet.  He summoned his most suspicious face and enquired politely “and how do you do that exactly, Professor?  I don’t suppose, just for arguments sake,  that it would involve Hermione engaging in anything naughty with you now would it?”  “Whatever do you mean,” cried Dippet, looking hurt.  Hermione and Luna, now present again, giggled a bit.   Madame Sellsit just looked horny, Fred was nowhere to be seen for the moment, and Daphnit just had a permanent state of amazement on her face.

Hermione took up the game and supported Dippet – “Oh Harry, what a wicked mind you have.  I’m sure that if the process did involve, err, something naughty, for example, if I was forced to get in the portrait and allow the Professor to, just for arguments sake (she darted an amused look at Harry),  place his instrument inside my receptacle (Hermione could barely contain her giggles),  that this would be absolutely essential, and I would do it for the cause and to help Daphnit.”   It was a very long sentence, and Harry was looking appropriately outraged.  “Taking one for the team, Hermione, allowing your divine receptacle to be used in such a terrible way.   You are a good woman, I am so lucky to have you in my life!”   Hermione, smirking furiously, then addressed Dippet hopefully.  “So Professor, how exactly do we achieve this.  Do I need to offer up my Hogwarts’  girl bits?”   Dippet looked very thoughtful.  “Hermione, first, I would like to say that you may offer your Hogwarts’ girl bits to me any time you think it would be, err, helpful!” As he said this, Dippet squeezed his by now rapidly erecting penis through his robes.    He manipulated it a little, watching Hermione’s breathing escalate and her body language change.  She stood a little closer, she pushed her breasts forward, her lips parted.  Dippet also imagined her pussy was starting to tingle as well – he was right.  Hermione started to shift her weight from foot to foot, like she needed to pee, but what she really needed was to fuck, and she was sure Dippet’s magnificent Hermione-filling cock was on offer.  “Hermione,” said Dippet, “you can see the state that I am in, it seems rather common when you are around, but, as much as I want my cock buried again in your grasping pussy (Hermione just about feinted), the delegation of my authority to you can be achieved in other ways.”  Hermione looked terribly disappointed.  “All that needs to happen is that you visit me briefly in this portrait, and I will appoint you magically.  I’m very sorry, but this does not involve the transfer of any bodily fluids!”

Dippet extended his hand out of the portrait, and in a trice, Hermione was in the portrait with the former headmaster.  Somehow, she found herself very close to him, in fact pressed against him, and she could feel very clearly his hardness.   “Mmmm Professor, are you sure there isn’t a way to do this with your other magic wand?”   Hermione was so horny, her hilariously corny sexy talk had the others in stitches, although there were plenty of aroused genitals , and they were all wondering if they would get to see them fuck some more.  Dippet produced his actual wand, all the while making sure Hermione was pressed against him.  He could barely remember the spell, as his other wand was indeed playing the dominant role in his mind.   Daphnit, who was of course also in the portrait, was watching all the byplay with great amusement.  And yes, if she was honest, her cunt was also moistening rapidly.  However, she decided to be the ‘adult’ and reminded Dippet “so Professor, you have your magic wand in hand, you have magic Hermione pressed against you, it seems the perfect time to do your spell!”   “Yes indeed, my dear,” said a reluctant Dippet.  He shrugged and gathered himself.  “Right Hermione, you can stay just where you are, that will, err, enhance the power of the delegation.”  Daphnit didn’t believe that for a moment, but it was a good story.  Dippet proceeded, his wand executed a complex pattern, and as if he was knighting her, Dippet tapped her once on each shoulder with his wand.

As he tapped her, Hermione felt a distinct ‘other’ presence within herself, she guessed it was Dippet’s proxy making itself at home, whatever that was exactly.   She was rather disappointed the experience had not been sexual at all.  Despite his statement, she’d fully expected *something*  naughty would happen.  Daphnit watched all this flash past on Hermione’s face.  “Come on Hermione, looks like that’s it,” she said, as she took her hand.  “Now how do you get out of here, I wonder.  Maybe Dippet has to fuck you out, ha ha.”  Dippet coughed, “well, that is one method, but I can also do this.”  A flick of his wand, and Hermione found herself facing away from Dippet and Daphnit, walking towards a lit archway.  Suddenly she was running, and a moment later she was through the archway and back in the Room of Requirements.  “Gosh,” she breathed, “that’s rather like finding platform 9 3/4" at the railway station.”   “Yes the techniques are related Hermione.  In fact, it was my family that established the method used for the Hogwarts Express, don’t you know,” beamed Dippet.  “Professor, “ said Hermione, “one day, we are going to have a long talk, and you are going to tell me lots of amazing things.  Then you will be allowed to do amazing things to me as a reward.” Dippet snorted, “I shall look forward to it Hermione.  We could also converse about advanced Golem magic.  Think what you could do with that!  But for now, off with you to the ward-room.   You need to fetch me three obsidian runes.  The ones I want have this pattern on them.”  With that, he drew some lines in the air with his wand.  Then he flicked his wrist in the direction of Hermione, and the air-drawing found its way, out of the portrait to her, and attached itself to her wrist like a temporary tattoo.   “OK well that seems straightforward,” observed Harry.  “Shall I come with you, I can wait outside the ward-room and warn you if needed.”  “Thank you Harry, that's a good idea.” To prove it, Hermione went to Harry, and kissed him.  She kissed him very thoroughly and yet again got distracted as Harry’s penis made itself known.   “Come on,” giggled Luna,” we will never get this done Hermione unless you show a little more self-control.”   Hermione blushed furiously. “I know Luna, I’m soooo in need of some penis though, I can hardly think.” “Well, a little trip to the ward-room, eluding all scallywag boys in the corridors will do you good.  Off you go now, and Harry, keep her focused.”   Luna mused to herself that Hermione had been like a cat on heat, ever since her recent encounter with Dippet in the portrait.  In fact, maybe that’s just what was going on, she had, after all, turned into her cat form.  Luna filed this for later exploration, she was going to have a lot of fun figuring this out.

Hermione and Harry set off, the rest hanging about until they returned, as the runes were the starting point for the process.  Harry had a lot of trouble keeping Hermione’s mind on the job.  At virtually every opportunity, every dark corner they encountered, she’d grab him and thrown him against the wall and kiss him furiously, grinding herself against his still rigid prick.  Harry concluded, not very reluctantly, that the only solution was to give her what she wanted.  So, for a little extra spice, he produced his cloak of invisibility, hid Hermione under it, and propelled her quickly to the main student common room, which was teaming with rowdy students.   Harry located a couch, with a few students in place, and pushed Hermione to the rear of it.  With no need for encouragement, she leaned over the back of the couch, and Harry took full advantage, hauling his cock out and rapidly burying it in Hermione’s very wet, pliant and eager pussy.   Of course he’d forgotten to apply any sound nullifying spell, and Hermione could be very loud, but fortunately there was LOT of noise in the common room at that moment.   Hermione just used Harry, all she cared about was his cock inside of her.  She ground hard on him, as hard as she could, and rapidly pushed them both to orgasm.    Harry barely knew what hit him!  One moment he was entering her, next moment the cum was being wrenched from his body by the most demanding Hermione he had ever encountered.   Harry opened his eyes, just in time to catch Hermione’s furry ears morphing back into Human form…

After a while, as they left the common room, Hermione, somewhat more herself observed “Morgana’s Tits Harry, I don’t know what’s come over me, I seem to just need to fuck all the time like it was the last thing I’ll ever do.”   Harry didn’t really know what to say.  He was good at being 1) heroic and 2) a fuck machine, but not much else in between!  “Well Hermione, I’m sure it will sort itself out,” he offered rather lamely.  “Anyway, we have to get to the ward-room and you have to convince it to give up those three rune stones, with your Dipperty proxy delegation thingumy.” “Yes thank you Harry, that’s a fairly precise description.”  She took his head in her hands, pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him thoroughly, she did  love her  Harry.    They headed off to the ward-room, although the castle did try to trick them with one of its moving stair case games.  But they had been at Hogwarts a little too long to fall for that old one.  The ward-room was in the castle basement – it was cold and a little creepy down there.

Eventually they arrived at the ward-room door.   “I don’t actually know what I am supposed to do to get in,” said Hermione.  “Perhaps an unlocking spell, or some kind of declaration of intent spell.” That all sounded too complicated to Harry – “why don’t you try turning the handle,” he suggested.  Hermione shot him one of her best ‘you idiot as if it would be that simple’ looks, but it did seem like a reasonable suggestion, after all.   Hermione crept to the door, and took hold of the heavy looking door knob.  It seemed almost to be alive, the shape of it constantly changing.  In Hermione’s hand, it felt like a wriggling worm as it morphed about.  “Go on, turn it,” urged Harry.  Hermione took a deep breath and attempted to turn the knob.  For a moment, it resisted, but then the proxy Dippety thingumy inside of her seemed to make itself known, and Hermione felt some kind of energetic exchange between herself and the knob and thence the ward-room.  She was getting rather used to this kind of thing, especially as this was somewhat  like how all the sex magic she’d experienced seemed to work.   The knob now no longer resisted her, and it turned fully.  Hermione eventually started to breathe again as she pushed the door open and stepped into the room beyond, leaving Harry to his sentry duty and an expression of delight that he’d thought of the solution when Hermione hadn’t.

The room was as she remembered it from her last visit there,  when she’d managed to create a diversion to distract Dumbledore.    The room actually hummed,   it felt happy and fulfilled, that hum.  Hermione felt the hum, it seemed to resonate throughout her body, it was a very nice feeling!   Hermione pulled up the sleeve on her shirt to look again at the tattoo that Dippet had placed there, and the scanned the room looking for the appropriate runes.  She had no idea what to look for exactly, but then knowing what they were doing was never high on their agenda! There was nothing obvious, so Hermione examined the room in a more systematic fashion but still nothing obvious came to her attention. She sat down on a stone pillar in the centre of the room, and immediately jumped up again as it was very cold on her naked bottom.  She giggled to herself, and pondered what to do.   She stared at the tattoo some more, and slowly it dawned on her that it was moving.  It was changing form, and eventually morphed into a map of the ward-room, with an X where Hermione was standing.  Rather helpfully, the X then started to move, so Hermione took a step or two to keep in sync with it.   Then the X stopped, and the tattoo changed again.  This time, rather to Hermione’s surprise, it changed into an image of Hermione herself,  except this Hermione was wearing the tiniest school skirt imaginable.   Hermione cocked an eyebrow, already suspicious that Dippet was playing a little game with her.  True to her suspicions, the image of Hermione winked naughtily, turned away, and then proceeded to bed over, legs straight, little skirt naturally hiding very little.  Hermione had a fine view of her own heart-shaped bottom with pink pouting cunt lips pushing between her thighs.  Hermione felt her own pussy moisten, rather enjoying the site of her own sex.   The Hermione image then stood up again, and turned back around to look at the real Hermione, and distinctly mouthed at her “follow me.”    Dippet was definitely pulling her leg, but what else could she do, as there was no sign of the runes.

Image Hermione winked again, turned around again, and bent over again, this time reaching behind herself to grab her ass and pull her cheeks apart.  Hermione just about found herself trying to lick her own tattoo, but realized she needed to follow suit.  So she did,  she straightened her legs, and did her very best slow bend over, before also reaching behind herself to hold her bottom cheeks open.  She was already feeling seriously horny again, and was hoping that Harry might come in and fill her with his nice big cock.  But he didn’t.   Hermione was by now, face down staring at the floor, holding her cunt open, feeling a bit silly, damn Dippet and his tricks.  She wouldn’t put it past him to have a portrait in the ward-room and be pulling on his cock right now whilst staring at her pussy.  If he was, he did it discretely!     A few moments later, just as she was contemplating standing up again, the floor she was staring at started to move.   With a grinding noise,  the paver directly beneath her, recessed down and moved away, and in its place, another paver, with three obsidian stones rose up through the floor.   Dippet really was a talented man, thought Hermione, although that thought was being crowded out by thoughts of his perfect penis filling her cunt again.  Hermione’s pussy started to drip a clear fluid and she saw a few drops splash onto the floor beneath her.  Morgana’s Tits she needed relief again already.    The paver rose up further from the floor, forcing Hermione to stand up else she would be smacked in the face.   The pillar stopped rising at waist height and emitted a new hum that clearly told Hermione to take the runes.   As she did so, Hermione happened to notice the tattoo, which  had also stood up and was now just standing, waving at Hermione. Then, with a little flounce, the tattoo disappeared entirely.  Hermione smirked at herself, “that Dippet, it was all just a game,  since the runes had no picture on them at all, and the tattoo had just been a device to tease her.”  Hermione was certain that Dippet had somehow watched the whole thing!   With a little wiggle, she resettled her skirt about her thighs,  and with her charges, exited the ward-room.  Dutiful Harry was still there – Hermione gave him a hug and kiss, and they set off back for the Room of Requirements.

The door opened, and in came Hermione and Harry, to present the runes to Dippet.  “Ah excellent, well done,” admired Dippet, “did you have any, err, trouble locating the runes Hermione?” questioned Dippet, looking a little red in the face.  Hermione kept a straight face.  It was possible Dippet had not managed to watch, but either way, she didn’t intend to give him the satisfaction of publicly enjoying his prank.  “No Professor, I had no trouble whatsoever.  The runes were easy to find with the image you tattooed on my arm.  It was a very good likeness.”  Of what, she didn’t say, but Dippet looked even more amused. “Very good Hermione, I am glad of that, you can tell me about the ward-room in more detail later.”  “Yes of course Professor, I will describe the whole process in exquisite detail for you.”  The rest could tell something was going on between them, but nobody really knew, or perhaps cared what.

“So Professor,” said Madame Sellsit, are you ready to begin the process.   Will you need help from any of us ?  “Yes let’s get on with it.  We are going to attempt to achieve two things.  Firstly, the unbinding of Daphnit’s magical core.  To do this, I have worked out how to leverage the overall spell that I’m going to use on Umbridge.  As you know, I need Daphnit, because of her blood relationship to Umbridge.  But at the same time, I can utilize the magic in a kind of symmetric process.    On the one hand, it is going to constrain Dolores’s future very considerably, and on the other, it is going to free Daphnit.   I’m really very pleased with it.” Dippet did look very pleased with himself, almost as pleased as he looked in those moments when he dragged his perfect cock from a sopping pussy that he had just filled with cum.   “I will need Daphnit here in the portrait with me.  I will need Dolores immediately in front of my portrait.  Now, Madame Sellsit, do you see that portrait over there on the left, the rather drab looking one with no apparent painting in it ?  Yes that’s the one.  Please swap it with the portrait immediately to the left of my portrait.  No, my left please!” Sellsit carried out her instructions,  and Neville dragged Umbridge over and dropped her roughly into a wooden chair - she sat there glowering, but that was all.  “Now, Hermione, please place the three runes in a triangle around Dolores.   Yes that’s it, as close to an equilateral triangle as possible.   Now, I’d like Hermione to stand at the apex closest to my portrait, and  Harry and Luna please stand at one of the other two runes each. You won’t come to any harm, I assure you.  Madame Sellsit, I’d like you to stand immediately between the two portraits, and Neville, please stand between Hermione and Madame Sellsit.”

Dippet continued, really rather enjoying his role, “because I am using Madame Sellsit in this magic, and because she is very powerful, and because her family magic is sex based,  the ritual will have to involve some, err, sexual activity.  I’m sure you don’t mind.”  Dippet stopped and beamed at them all, seeing only smiling faces.  Dippet, ever the gentleman, turned to Daphnit to check with her.  Daphnit looked a bit nervous as she wet her lips with her tongue, and told Dippet “Professor, if my experiences with these people are anything to go by, I am very happy to undertake whatever sexual activity is required!”  “Very well,” said Dippet, “let us begin.”   He nodded at Sellsit who flicked her wand and immediately there was no clothing to be seen amongst those outside of the portrait.   Inside the portrait, Dippet also flicked his wand, and there they were, one naked Professor Dippet, and one very glorious naked Daphnit Umbridge.    Dippet had obviously been looking forward to this moment for a little while, as his penis was already jutting out horizontally.  Likewise, Harry and Neville, now surrounded by a lot of female flesh, were enjoying the tingles in their cocks as they started to erect, filling with blood.  Luna just loved watching the erection process, the way a boy’s cock pumped itself up, step by step, always stimulated her pussy to start moistening, ready for action.

Neville, standing behind Sellsit, was very quickly ready, as he admired her big round ass. She stood with her legs slightly apart, and Neville could see her dark, massive thatch, with some light glinting though it from the other side.     Neville took a step towards her, but Dippet barked at him to remain in place.   “Do as I tell you, when I tell you everybody.”  With that, he offered both hands to Daphnit, and drew her towards him.  He applied a tiny levitation charm, and Daphnit found herself floating in the air, facing Dippet.  He maneuvered them both until they were adjacent to the portal   that faced into the Room of Requirements.    “My dear, we will begin the process in here.  I am going to fuck your totally gorgeous pussy now, as you float.” With that he took a step closer, and drew Daphnit closer.   As she floated in to him, he moved his face close to hers, and proceeded to kiss her softly and carefully, and as their kiss deepened, he allowed her pussy to come into contact with his cock until the tip of his cock head was nudging her slick pussy hole.   Daphnit gasped slightly as she realized where her pussy was, and then she gripped him with her legs, kissed him with abandon, and pulled herself down onto the former headmaster’s legendary penis.   “Mmmmmmm” was about all she said as she slowly ground on him.   Dippet broke the kiss, smiled at the lovely woman, and advised her “just keep fucking me like that Daphnit, whilst I activate the next part of the spell.”  She didn't really need that advice, his cock felt so divine, she felt like she’d like to be impaled on it forever.

Dippet focused his energies, and then swooshed his wand about in a relatively complex pattern, although nothing obvious happened.   Dippet looked happy though, and then he called out “Madame Sellsit, please lean against the wall surrounding my portrait, and spread your legs for Neville.  Neville, now is your chance to bury your cock in Madame Sellsit’s pussy again.   Now,  I want you to fuck her with the same rhythm that Daphnit is grinding on my cock.  You can see that clearly now can’t you.  Very good.  By synchronizing our actions, we will re-inforce the strength of the magic.    Neville, who by now felt like his penis was trying to burst from its skin was immediately behind Sellsit.  She spread her legs for him, and quickly Neville was inside her.  Although it was really very recently that she had fucked Neville, his length and girth took her by surprise again, and she moaned in delight as they found the same rhythm as Daphnit.   Daphnit  was already feeling the pressure to cum in her pussy, but Dippet, very aware of the process, told her that she must not cum yet. This was why she needed to keep a steady rhythm, but not fuck him too hard and fast.

“Harry, Luna and Hermione, you have a very important role to play in this.  I have to ask you to stay where you each are next to your rune.   I know Harry, you really need to fuck Hermione, and you will, but not right now, and not part of this spell.   You three are the magical conduit to Umbridge.  It is through your love, strength and unity that the magic will flow from me into Umbridge.   As he said “Umbridge”, the sex energy glow that they had all experienced in various ways previously, came into creation again.  Dippet and Daphnit were now encased in a deep red energy field, which then extruded a tendril into the portrait portal, and then out of the other side into the Room of Requirements.  It immediately found Sellsit, who gasped and her eyes opened wide, as it surrounded her and then entered her body via every open orifice.   Sellsit knew instinctively what to do, and she channeled it internally as well until her groin was the centre of its activity.  A moment later it flowed from her cunt into Neville’s shaft, and from there into the rest of his body, until they too were fully encased in the energy cocoon.  It was very beautiful to watch, four synchronized, pulsing, glowing and fucking people.

Hermione, at the tip of the rune apex was the next to become connected.  Spontaneously, she slowly morphed into her cat form as Dippet instructed her -  “on all fours please Hermione, facing into the rune triangle.”  Hermione did as requested, her furry pussy facing towards Neville’s ass.  The moment she had fully transformed, her tail swishing, and the sex energy began its next journey, again extruding a tendril, this time from Neville’s ass hole over to Hermione.  It immediately bifurcated, and penetrated her ass and cunt simultaneously, eliciting a wild yowl from Hermione.  Hermione’s eyes were tightly shut as she experienced this double penetration, something she wanted Harry and Neville to do to her.  Soon Hermione too was fully embraced by the throbbing energy cocoon, leaving Harry and Luna standing at their runes.  Harry’s cock was vertical and throbbing; Luna’s cunt was pulsing already at the rate of Hermione’s energy wrapper.    “Harry and Luna, please sit on the floor beside your rune, both of you with your feet towards Hermione.  Then spread your legs please.   As they complied, again the energy magic extruded, this time from Hermione, and this time twice.  One tendril crept to Harry, forming a kind of synthetic pussy as it fit itself, like a sleeve, over his cock, and the other found its way to the very ready Luna, and inexorably entered her cunt.  Luna’s own sex magic was self-activating, and she felt the most marvelous sensations as it merged with Dippet’s.   She almost felt like her pussy was a creature in its own right, so alive did it feel.     This left just the gap between Harry and Luna.  Harry’s eyes opened wide as a tendril found its way out if his ass hole and then crept over to mate with a similar one that had exited Luna’s ass.   What totally extraordinary magic this was!

Now they were all connected; Daphnit to Dippet to Sellsit to Neville to Hermione. From Hermione to Luna and Harry.    The rune triangle was of course fully surrounded by the energy tendrils and in the middle of all of this sat the totally pathetic Dolores Umbridge.  Her damaged naked body, glowing in the reflection of the energy transfers around her.   “Now Daphnit, Sellsit and Neville, please continue to fuck  and remain in synchrony with the energy.  It will start to speed up the rate of pulsation, keep with it, but do not cum until I say so.  Hermione, Luna and Harry, all you have to do is remain connected.   You must stay focused on your love for each other. If you lose focus, the connection may falter, or the final outcome may be less than satisfactory.”  As he finished speaking, the pulsation did indeed begin to occur more frequently, little by little, but it was easy for them to all keep their fucking in harmony with it.  Luna, Harry and Hermione kept their minds clear and focused on each other.  It really was easy, as their bond was very strong.

As the pulsation frequency increased, the energy field started to change colour, moving through the spectrum from red to pink, to yellow and green, and finally to a beautiful light blue.   As it did this, the three runes, now bathed in energy, started to extrude their own set of tendrils.  Inexorably, these advanced towards Umbridge who tried to squirm away, but there was no escape.  As the tendrils reached her, they held her in a kind of pincer movement.  The end was clearly about to arrive.  Dippet called to the participants – “everybody, we are at the critical moment.   The energy field is going to strengthen rapidly.  You will all feel it and be supported by it.  It will enhance your sex drives very substantially, and as it peaks, I want you all to let go and orgasm as uncontrollably as you can.  Harry, Luna and Hermione, although you are only being fucked remotely through the sex energy, if you visualize an intense experience, that will help you cum.   You just have to let go and it will happen.  Daphnit, Sellsit and Neville, just keep following the lead of the energy field, it will be clear. OK everyone, here we go, and goodbye to the foul creature over there, Dolores Umbridge.”   With that, he made one final movement with his wand, and immediately the energy field increased its strength and frequency even more.  Daphnit and Neville followed suit, easily starting to let go of their control.   The pulsations were becoming so close together now, a kind of birthing event, it was hard to keep up.  Harry just closed his eyes, loving the feeling of his energy vagina fucking his rigid cock.  Hermione, fully in cat form, just yowled with the pleasure of the beams of energy thrusting in and out of all her orifices, and Luna was in some plane of existence nobody else could reach.  Her own sex energy was massively flaring and joining that from Dippet and Sellsit.  She had given up all control now, and was being totally driven by the energy field – she was in fact levitated above the ground, on her back, head thrown back, legs bending down, in total ecstasy.

Dippet, facing Daphnit still, his cock totally filling her every crevice, took hold of Daphnit by the hips, gazed into her eyes as she fucked  him with everything she had, and mouthed to her “let go, cum for me Daphnit.”  Instantaneously, the energy field took one final step in strength and frequency, and the climaxes  flowed.   Now Dippet could relax, which he did, and his prodigious sexual system released all of its pent up desire into Daphnit’s massively spasming pussy.   Neville was just roaring and screaming and smashing his cock in and out of Sellsit’s swollen cunt which was grabbing at him with spongy feverishness.   Hermione mewled and yowled as she felt her body fully let go, Harry’s cock erupted with the fastest and most intense cum geyser he had ever experienced, and Luna, well Luna did not make a sound, she just writhed in ecstasy as the energy orgasm flooded through her.

As their orgasms crashed through them, the three energy tendrils surrounding Umbridge suddenly, instead of holding her,  pierced her through her abdomen.  Umbridge screamed the scream of the massively injured, although she could barely be heard.   The tendrils then lifted her and started to rotate her in place in the middle of the rune triangle.  Faster and faster she spun until with a massive clap of sound, Umbridge was gone.  But the tendrils still held someone as they spun back down and gently lowered their charge to the floor in the middle of the rune triangle.    Sitting on the floor,  her face contorted with so many emotions and expressions, her pussy leaking copious amounts of semen, was Daphnit - Umbridge was nowhere to be seen.  As the energy field dissipated, Daphnit just remained in place, sitting naked on the floor, her legs wide apart.  She and the rest of them, could really do nothing much other than just allow their bodies to slowly recover from the incredibly extreme experience.

Sellsit was the first to recover the ability to speak.  Carefully, with a soft plop,  she eased her semen-coated thatch off of Neville’s still throbbing and slowly slackening member.    “Morgana’s Tits” she said, rather weakly.   “I’ve seen many a sex ritual, but that has to be the most complex and intense experience I have been involved with.  One day, Armando, I’d like you to explain the details to me.  And yes, I want your cock buried in my snatch as you do that!”   Dippet, beaming down from his portrait, his magnificent penis still swollen and semi-torpid, bowed gallantly. “It will be a very great pleasure, Madame Sellsit, to do exactly that.  Perhaps we can add this newly created magic to our respective Grimoires.”   Daphnit, now starting to function again, stood up and stretched luxuriously, as did cat-Hermione, although she did it on all fours.  Harry, his brain also functioning again, admired the curves of his furry girlfriend, and went over to cuddle her.   Luna was still unresponsive, but now lying flat and peacefully on the floor, her chest rising and falling gently.

“Where is Dolores?”, asked Daphnit eventually.   “Ah,” said Dippet, nodding in the direction of the second portrait, “she’s over there.”   Indeed, in the formerly empty portrait, was Umbridge.  She was sitting, still naked, her damaged body shining in some light source, on a basic chair.  Despite the impaling she had experienced, she looked none the worse for wear.  As they all got close to the portrait, looking in, a second figure appeared with her.  It was Fred!     They all started to talk at once,  until Dippet shouted for silence.  “Please let me explain what has happened,” he called. “As you can see, Umbridge has been inserted into the portrait.  You might not think that is a terrible punishment, but let me explain further.  She cannot exit that portrait and neither can anybody visit her.   Yes I know Fred is there, but once Fred exits, the portrait is sealed forever.  Fred agreed to be located in there as insurance.  If you all decided you did not like the solution, Fred could bring her out.

Now, inside the portrait, you can also see the heap of her clothing.   She can’t put it on.  However, once a week, a golem will rise up out of the clothing and interact with her.  How it interacts with her is up to Umbridge.  Although I think she will eventually lose her sanity, the portrait is also imbued with some persistent company patroni, rather like the messenger patroni.   These will be available to Umbridge for one hour every three days.  They have a basic intelligence.    If Umbridge is kind to them, and genuinely attempts to forge a positive relationship with them,   the golem,  when it rises will treat her more positively.  If, however, she is her usual hideous self to these entities, well then the golem will treat her more negatively.   I don’t know exactly what form it will take and what it’s tricks are, because, as you know, its form is influenced by Umbridge herself.  If she loses fully her grip on reality, the golem might do the same.

“Now, does anybody have any questions, or think that this solution is unacceptable?  This is your chance to speak, because once Fred comes out, Umbridge cannot get out  - the portrait is locked forever.   “I like the irony of it,” said Daphnit quietly.  “She is trapped, and her treatment by the golem is under her own control.  She will hate being genuinely nice, and if she can’t do it, she will suffer badly.  But Professor Dippet, If she can, perhaps she learns something, but she can’t do anything with that knowledge except survive. I have one question.  How long will this last and if she can see the outside world, won’t that diminish the impact on her?”  Dippet cleared his throat. “Indeed Daphnit, the portrait will open a visible portal, but only for one day once a year. The rest of the time all she has are the regular, three-daily patroni visits and the weekly golem rising.  I do not know how long she can survive like this, I think insanity will come quickly, and then her own mind will end up killing her via the golem.   Physically, if she can survive, she will live her normal life span, I didn't alter that.”  Daphnit nodded.    Luna, now apparently awake again, had one question. “Professor,  where will the portrait be mounted?”   “That’s up to you all,” responded Dippet.  “You can leave her in a darkened room for all I care, or you can put her somewhere where you will see her on that annual day when the portrait viewing portrait opens.” The portrait can be moved as it is not connected in any way to the standard portrait network.      It does need to be somewhere in the magical community.  If, for example, you took her to London and hung her in the Tate, the portrait magic would dwindle.   The net result of that is that her remaining life force would drain quickly, and she would die, a shriveled skin husk.   It would take a few months.”

“Professor,” said Harry, “will she need to eat and drink and piss and shit ?”  Dippet nodded, “well Harry, sort of.  The reality is that existence in portraits is magical, and sustenance and some bodily functions are unnecessary.   However, in this case, I have arranged for those bodily functions to remain necessary - Umbridge has to have something basic to cling on to.  So the combination of bodily sustenance and her regular messenger patronri, plus the golem are her life.   As for shitting and pissing, yes she will.   I have provided for that, but she will need to discover how, else she will end up in perpetual foul stink.”  For once, Dippet looked a little foreboding.    “Recall also that Sellsit did not fully heal her pubic area.  She has no functioning genitalia, so if the golem decides to fuck her, she will get nothing from it but probably pain.  Sellsit did heal her bowel, so possibly if it fucks her ass, she may get something from that.  I think that it’s just possible she has enough to survive quite a while, but I think eventually she will go insane and then that will transfer to the golem and then it will probably kill her.”

Hermione looked very thoughtful, “it is a very well thought out plan, Professor.   I think I would like to look in on her in a year’s time.” “Perhaps,” said Dippet, “although hopefully you will have moved past this experience and she will no longer have any relevance to your lives.    So, I think then there is no dissent, and Fred should exit the portrait, please signal your agreement.”  There were coloured flashes from 5 wands,  as they each intoned, “I agree, so mote it be.”   Then, with a loud craaaaack, and a strange whoosh, as the portrait sealed, Fred appeared with them, leaving Umbridge, staring helplessly and desperately out of the portrait.   There was no mirth or joy in this for anybody really, and the enormity of what they had done impacted rapidly. However, it was Fred who reminded them all of Umbridge’s past deeds, and she even filled them in a little on some other things Umbridge had done to the House Elfs.  This helped remind them of why they were where they were, and that although this action would stay with them for the rest of their lives, they were undoubtedly saving the lives of many souls who would otherwise have been tortured, abused and killed by her.

Daphnit had been quiet for a while, and as they were all in silent contemplation, she said quietly, “I feel a bit funny.”   All eyes swiveled to her, and all eyes drank in her naked beauty again.  As they focused on her, they all felt some connection with her, and amongst the males, their cocks started to fill with blood again. As for the females, Hermione was already getting a bit furry, Luna was Luna, and Fred was sure she knew what was happening.  “Ah,” said Dippet, “Daphnit, what you are experiencing is your magical core exploring.  When you were transferred by the energy field to the rune triangle and your sister to the portrait, that was the moment your core was unbound.  It was the symmetry of the moment, Dolores shackled and you unshackled that was one of the primary keys to the process.   I’m pretty sure that you also have some nascent sex magic, and it’s now on the prowl.  You only have to look at the cocks around you to see that.”  Indeed, Dippet’s own penis was already jutting out horizontally, and Neville’s log was jacking itself up ready for more action.   Daphnit, by now on her feet, pulling gently on a nice young man’s cock in each hand, looked very pleased. “Is there some kind of spell I can try to prove I have my magic back ?  I really don’t remember anything much about what I used to do, whereas playing with cock seems to come naturally!”  As she said the last word, she pulled a little harder on Harry and Neville,  and was rewarded with a little eruption of pre-cum from each shaft.  “Hmm,” said Dippet, “if you can put those two wands away for a moment,  I shall teach you  a simple spell to try.  You can use my wand – it will obey you because it freed you.”  Reluctantly, Daphnit let go of the two boys who looked rather disappointed.  However, Hermione and Luna’s hungry mouths immediately made up for that, busily slurping on the nearest penis.

“Very good Daphnit, plenty of time for penis eh?”  Dippet looked down meaningfully at his own throbbing cock, which Madame Sellsit and Fred were eyeing rather closely also.       Dippet beckoned Daphnit to him, and nestled her in front of him, his cock, pushed down, sliding between her ass cheeks.  Daphnit gasped and surrounded his cock with her tasty bottom. Then, he took his wand, reached around her, and held it in front of her, and invited her to hold it.    “I’m going to make the wand motions with you so you can get the pattern clear.  Then I will teach you the incantation. This is a simple spell, it will just allow you to fetch something to you.  If you can do that, that is clear evidence that your core is unbound.”   Daphnit wriggled a little, and managed to move Dippet’s cock so that it was now running along her spread pussy lips.  “Mmmm,” grinned Dippet, “that won’t help the spell, but I think I can work with that.”   He then made the simple ‘Accio’ wand movement a few times with Daphnit also holding the wand.  Then he let go and Daphnit had a few turns herself.  “That’s very good said Dippet, that pattern looks very familiar to you, I’m sure you would have used this spell, which is called ‘Accio’.  Just say ‘Accio’ and the thing that you want to come to you, and as you do so, visualize that happening and make the wand motion.  I suggest you try and get that chair over there to come to you.”  Daphnit ground on Dippet’s very, very hard penis for a little while longer,  until she managed to exert some control over herself. “Very well Professor,” she said, as she stepped away from his appendage.  Dippet’s magical organ, released from her cheeks,  immediately flew up and stood vertically, jerking with each pulse of his  heart.

Daphnit gathered herself, doing her best to ignore Dippet’s appendage, swooshed the wand and said clearly ‘Accio Chair’. The chair quivered a little but that was all.  “Sorry Professor, I’m having as little trouble with the visualizing bit.  All I can see is you sitting in the chair and me sitting my cunt down on your cock!   I see now why you lot spend so much time fucking.  Let me try again, and this time I shall imagine the chair over here next to me.”  Again she intoned, with a flick of her wrist,  ‘Accio Chair’, and this time the result was immediate.  Dippet’s wand acquiesced for her, and in a trice the chair was right in front of her, and what’s more Dippet was sitting on it, looking slightly startled, and in another trice Daphnit had indeed buried his cock in her desperately aching pussy. “Well,” huffed Dippet as he enjoyed the familiar sensations as his cock magically filled Daphnit’s every crevice, “I think that proves it, you managed to fetch the chair as well as me!”   “Mmmmm” groaned Daphnit as she rotated her ass and cunt on Dippet’s cock, “I’m convinced, I think I am going to need a lot of lessons though…”

Meanwhile, Hermione and Luna were about to finish Harry and Neville off.   Neville was staring hungrily at Daphnit  as she fucked Dippet and Hermione’s strong cat suction was making him see stars.   Sellsit and Fred were very busy themselves, Sellsit was gloriously stretched out on the bed and Fred’s face was buried in her magnificent muff.  With so many magical bodies imbued with sex magic,  and with their combined orgasms very close, it was not surprising when another sex-energy cloud began to take shape.  Each of Luna, Sellsit and Daphnit/Dippet were the origins, but soon they were all surrounded in one big glowing, twisting and pulsing energy cloud.   With all the recent intensity of experience, as well as their feelings for each other, the sex energy took hold of them all and started to merge their sensations.  Luna realized, as she sucked Harry, that it felt like her cunt was being eaten, but that was Sellsit.  Daphnit was sure she had a cock and it was having the cum sucked out by a massive vacuum but that was Neville - she could feel Dippet in her pussy as well what the others were feeling.  In fact, they could all sense something of the others in lesser or greater degrees and now as they all started to orgasm together, it was one giant shared experience.  It was very odd, it was like being massaged by many pairs of hands when you can’t quite focus on any one pair at a time.   There was a lot of screaming and crying out and moaning as their bodies let go, cunts clenching and squirting and cocks pumping semen into whatever warm and wet hole they had available.   But the person who had the most intense ‘other’ experience was Harry, who, as his cock erupted fire-laden cum into Luna’s mouth, screamed out in ecstasy “Oh yes fuck me Professor, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

Post Script

It was the first anniversary of Umbridge’s imprisonment.  Daphnit had blossomed into a formidable witch – she had received tutoring from many willing helpers, but she did not forget her first new magical friends. She had a very soft spot (in her heart as well as her pussy) especially for Neville and Sellsit, the emissaries who had first opened the door to the new world.    She and Sellsit had actually started a new business together, harnessing their extensive sex magic (Daphnit was uncovering the full extent of hers) to help others.  They rather regularly called in the others to assist them in the rituals, and their service was becoming very popular amongst the less endowed.

Daphnit had decided to keep the portrait at her own house.  She felt that nobody else should bear that responsibility.  She was not very sure that she wanted to see her sister again, if she was indeed still ‘alive’.  However, the others had all travelled to her home, and now they all stood in front of Umbridge’s portrait, nervously waiting for the time to tick over the one year anniversary.   Of course, with so many highly-sexed magical beings in such a small space, there was a lot of ‘free-use’ foreplay going on, but they were sufficiently close to the time of revelation that it didn't just devolve into more copious fucking.   Daphnit counted down the seconds, until finally, “three, two, one, zero” she called. At zero, the dark portrait lightened,  and they all craned their necks to see if Umbridge was still alive or sane….
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