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Who: Harry Potter and Luna Lovegood
When: July 1999
Where: the Burrow
Rating: NC-17
Warning: yeah...ummmm...uhhhhh...you've been warned...? violence, sex, rape?...stuffage...
Harry watched in horror, as one by one, the people closest to him were brutally murdered. First they had brutally raped Hermione, he could hear her screaming as the first Death Eater took her virginity, and then the Death Eaters who cared to each took a turn with her. Once they had finished with her, they had brought her weakened and bloodied body to him where he casted the final blow himself, a bright green flash of light and then she fell to the ground, a look of horror and pain on her face. Next it had been Ginny, who was given the same treatment and killed in the same fashion. After that, she had killed Ron, torturing him endlessly with the Cruciatus, using the Imperius Curse to force him into submission and then taking his virginity before throwing him down before the Dark Lord who ended the redhead's life in the same way he'd done the first two. Bellatrix Black-Lestrange was also given Fred and George. Harry watched as she severed their limbs from their bodies, slowly at first, cackling while she did so. Voldemort had even given her the pleasure of killing them herself, his red eyes bright as she severed each of their heads from their bodies.
Rodolphus Lestrange stepped up next. Voldemort had charged him with the torture of Percy, Charlie and Bill. By this time Harry was practically bent over, having thrown up a number of times, the bile dripping from his mouth as he heard them each screaming in pain. So far they had all tried to keep their screams quiet, but the Lestranges were known for their torture methods and their sadistic ways. There were not many who could survive their torture without screaming. Finally, there was only Molly and Arthur left. Tears were streaming down both of their faces, having watched each of their children mutilated and wronged right before their eyes. Lucius Malfoy's eyes gleamed as he grabbed Molly from Arthur's arms and threw her to the ground. She hardened her gaze at him, letting her tears run proud and free down her face as she stared defiantly at him. He spared her no pity, hexing her over and over, enjoying her screams as she writhed on the ground in pain. The blonde grinned up at Arthur Malfoy, as if to challenge him, and then moved to rip away the garments from Molly's body. She pulled away from him, crawling over the grass to get away when four of the other Death Eaters moved in to hold her down. She screamed again, her shrill voice piercing the cold night air. He cackled, and then straddled her, pulling his robes up and forcing himself into her in one brutal thrust. He laughed evilly, enjoying the angered expression on Arthur's face as Lucius violated the man's wife. Once he had spilled himself into her, he smacked her soundly and pulled out, dropping his robes back over himself. The four other Death Eaters who had been holding her down picked her up and dragged her over to the Dark Lord, where she was put out of her misery. Arthur Weasley was dropped in the center of the circle, looking at Harry with dark sad eyes as he was hit time after time with the Cruciatus, slipping into insanity somewhere after the fifth or sixth and finally falling silent as the Killing Curse hit him.
Harry watched as they went for Luna next, something finally snapping inside him...
He shot up, sweat dripping from his forehead and pain forming in his chest. It always happened like this. Every time they went for Luna he woke up. He fell back, his hands covering his face and then wiping the sweat away with the back of his hand. Ever since he had defeated Voldemort a year ago, Harry and Luna had agreed to go into hiding at the Burrow, with Dumbledore as their secret keeper. Harry was practically numb, not wanting to believe that all of them were dead. He had no one left, no one but Luna, who was just as distraught. She'd lost the only two of the few people who actually treated her halfway decent. Hermione and Ginny, who had both become her closest friends. Hermione and Ginny, both of whom had been brutally raped and then murdered before Harry had managed to kill Voldemort.
Harry couldn't help but feel pain. He couldn't help but feel distress. He had been responsible for all of them. It was his fault they were dead, and it was his fault that he was the only person left who Luna trusted. But he had saved her. Or had he? Every night since, they had resigned to crying in each others arms, until finally Harry fell asleep, exhausted, and Luna snuck back into her room. Sometimes she even let him shag her, the need for affection driving her into his arms. Harry had chosen to stay in Ron's room, the familiarity of it giving him an odd sort of peace whil at the same time sending him into deep bouts of depression at the loss of his best friend. It had been the same way with Luna he supposed, as she had chosent to remain in Ginny's room.
Tonight had been different though. On the anniversary of his failure, he'd gone and gotten himself pissed, and then passed out on the couch in the living room. Luna had joined him in his drinking, managing to get rather sloshed herself, lying next to him on the couch. Until he woke up. He'd had the dream again, but this time when he flopped back down he became painfully aware of the form next to him. Her shirt was slightly askew at the top, giving him a full view of the top curve of her breast as she lay on the couch. She was strangely attractive, a fact that he had never really noticed until tonight. He felt a stirring in his groin, managing to stifle a groan so as not to wake her. Still, she was there, and the bottom of her shirt had risen above her belly, exposing the flat skin beneath it. He reached a hand out and rested it there, feeling the warmth that radiated from her. She murmured something in her sleep, shifting her position and suddenly his hand was up between her exposed breasts. His eyes widened, but lust was beginning to take over and his clouded mind was losing control.
He ran his hand across one of her nipples, feeling it harden under his touch. He had learned many things in his year of solitude, one of them being that Luna was an amazingly deep sleeper, and so he gathered her nightshirt and then pulled it off her, watching her arms flop over her head, pulling her perky breasts up on her body. He leaned in and licked at one, slowly sucking and teasing as his other hand roughly massaged the other, pinching and pulling at the nipple. She let out a stifled gasp when Harry closed his teeth on her nipple, then moved to the other and bit that one as well. He licked and kissed his way down her stomach and then brought his hands down and pulled at the waistband of her pajama pants, pulling them down to her knees, exposing the bare skin where her blonde bush used to be. Just recently he noticed she was shaving herself, though why he didn't know. He reached a hand up and ran a finger along her slit, feeling the moistness there and then pushed it inside her. He pumped it in and out for a moment, then pulled it out and put it to his mouth. It tasted different tonight, and suddenly Harry's arousal became stronger, an animal lust taking over. He pulled her pants all the way off and then proceeded to remove his own, his stiff cock jumping to attention as soon as it was freed. He stepped out from the puddle of clothing at his feet and kicked them aside, lying on top of her and pushing his tongue between her lips roughly. His hardness now pressed between them was rubbing against her stomach, the friction driving Harry wild.
As soon as Harry had shoved his tongue into her mouth, Luna awoke and squealed. This was the first time Harry had ever tried to do anything to her while she had been asleep. Not that she minded much, after their first time together Luna had rather come to like their fucking sessions. This time was different though. All the times before he had been gentle and unsure; this time he seemed a little more abrasive and confident. He hadn't stopped though, and so she kissed him back, sucking on his tongue in her mouth and spreading her legs a little so that he could lower between them easier.
Harry was kissing her harder now, one hand having found its way back to her breasts, the other supporting him above her. He broke the kiss momentarily, frustrated by the lack of space on the small couch. He fell off of her and onto the floor, cursed, and then scrambled for his wand which had rolled under the couch earlier in the night before he had passed out. He waved it drunkenly, and then grinned evilly as it enlarged and then transfigured into a four-poster bed, much like the ones back at Hogwarts. He threw the wand down and then pounced back towards Luna on the bed, the animal lust in his eyes never fading. He fell on top of her, kissing her forcefully again, sucking her tongue into his mouth and biting down on it, the slight taste of her coppery blood now in his mouth. He pushed her legs apart with his knees, his erection swinging stiffly between her legs, rubbing up against her sex, lubricating the head as it did. He reached down and stuffed a finger inside her again, inserting one more, and then another as he pumped his hand into her, making sure to get it well lubed. Luna moaned at this rough intrusion to her body, with Harry reaching a hand up to tug at her nipples as his other hand worked on her crotch. He stopped though, and wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, gripping it tightly and jerking it a few times, making sure her juices were slick on his hardness. After he felt that he was well prepared, he brought his still wet hand up to her mouth and moaned as she sucked on one of his fingertips.
His cock jumped at the attention she gave his hand and he pushed brutally into her, causing her to cry out in pain. A single tear formed in her eye and slid down her temple, but Harry was already too far gone to notice it. He pulled slowly out of her, thrusting forcefully into her as she cried out again. He began to pump in and out of her, slow at first and then building rapidly, his wild lust driving him into her with such animalistic roughness that she screamed each time he did, crying out his name and pleading with him to stop. She reached her hands up to him, trying to push him away, to claw at him, to keep him from hurting her, but he was drunk, and he didn't care, and he was too far gone anyway.
He grunted and moaned, thrusting frantically inside of her, needing the release and trying to get it in any way he could. Her hands were still clawing at him and, frustrated and angry that he couldn't get off, he stopped moving inside her and grabbed her arms at her elbows, pushing them down on the makeshift bed and then resumed pounding into her, his body wild with desire. She whimpered quietly, and as he continued moving inside her, his intense pounding soon faded from pain into pleasure. As his thrusting became more spastic he could feel the pressure building in his balls, the energy of his orgasm building in his belly. He leaned down and bit at Luna's nipples, causing her to cry out in ecstasy, her cry sending him over the edge, spilling himself deep within her, his eyes squeezing shut as his orgasm rocked his body.
He continued pumping, feeling himself starting to soften inside her. She whimpered again when he stopped moving, this time because she had been close to climaxing herself when he had stopped. He released her arms and pulled out, flopping down on the bed next to her. He could hear the soft sounds she was making, feel the bed moving as she fidgetted. He looked over at her and found...she wasn't fidgetting. She had reached her hands down to her cunt, three fingers of one hand pumping furiously in and out of her dripping hole, her other hand rubbing across her clit. Suddenly, he grabbed her arms, halting her hurried movements and causing her to cry out, her voice high-pitched and frantic, "Harry, oh please let me...I need to come....please!" He held onto her arms, straddling her stomach and pulling her hands to his lips, sucking her fingers into her mouth one at a time. She moaned, whispering a soft, "Please...oh please Harry..."
He liked hearing her beg. With the lustful leer of a drunk man, he Accio-ed his wand and casted a binding spell on her arms as he held them up over her head. Once he was sure she was tied securely to the post, he turned so that his soft cock was in her face, his own down by her wet slit. He grinned and stuck his tongue into her suddenly, causing her to buck her hips up toward him. He began tongue fucking her slowly, waiting to hear her voice crying out for more. When he didn't hear anything, he stopped moving, pulling away from her cunt, a wicked gleam in his eye.
After a moment of torture, he could hear her once more, begging quietly, "Please...Harry, don't stop...I need more..." He began running his tongue along her folds, slowly up and down for a few strokes. She moaned, a quiet high-pitched sound, and began thrusting her hips at his tongue as he pushed it into her and tasted himself mixed in with her tangy juices. He quickly began thrusting his tongue in and out of her, bringing his hand down to where his tongue was teasing her, thrusting two of his fingers into her and pumping them inside of her. She gasped in pleasure, opening her mouth and running her tongue along his length. She smiled as she wrapped her lips around his cock, feeling it stir again as she sucked it feverishly, swirling her tongue round the head and scraping her teeth ever so lightly along him.
Harry cried out in surprise, feeling oddly pleasured by the feel of her teeth on him. He could feel himself hardening in her mouth, thrusting his tongue and his fingers into her faster, moaning into her as her ministrations to his cock began to quicken and become more frantic. His lust was quickly taking over his body again, and he wanted to feel her heat around him once more. He stopped giving attention to her slit, pulling his fingers out of her and twisting around so that he was face to face with her. He grinned, shoving his fingers between her lips as he forced himself inside of her for the second time that night.
Luna cried out again, this time at the intense pleasure she was feeling. Harry had already driven her close to orgasm too many times tonight and she was going to come if it killed her. She moaned loudly, her body convulsing as Harry continued to pound into her. She bucked her hips, meeting him stroke for stroke and moaning with each thrust. She could feel her orgasm building inside of her, and by the sound of his grunts and the speed of his thrusts, she could tell Harry was close himself. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper into her as she clenched around him, her eyes squeezing tight as her orgasm began to wash over her in waves. She spasmed, her legs tight around his torso as he continued to thrust into her with wild abandon a loud roar emitting from his mouth as he pushed deeply, spilling himself inside her and then flopping down on top of her, completely spent...
She sighed, struggling at her bonds. 'Bloody hell, ruddy prat had to go and exhaust himself...' she thought, resolving to lay there until she too gave in to her tired body and let sleep overtake her.
When: July 1999
Where: the Burrow
Rating: NC-17
Warning: yeah...ummmm...uhhhhh...you've been warned...? violence, sex, rape?...stuffage...
Harry watched in horror, as one by one, the people closest to him were brutally murdered. First they had brutally raped Hermione, he could hear her screaming as the first Death Eater took her virginity, and then the Death Eaters who cared to each took a turn with her. Once they had finished with her, they had brought her weakened and bloodied body to him where he casted the final blow himself, a bright green flash of light and then she fell to the ground, a look of horror and pain on her face. Next it had been Ginny, who was given the same treatment and killed in the same fashion. After that, she had killed Ron, torturing him endlessly with the Cruciatus, using the Imperius Curse to force him into submission and then taking his virginity before throwing him down before the Dark Lord who ended the redhead's life in the same way he'd done the first two. Bellatrix Black-Lestrange was also given Fred and George. Harry watched as she severed their limbs from their bodies, slowly at first, cackling while she did so. Voldemort had even given her the pleasure of killing them herself, his red eyes bright as she severed each of their heads from their bodies.
Rodolphus Lestrange stepped up next. Voldemort had charged him with the torture of Percy, Charlie and Bill. By this time Harry was practically bent over, having thrown up a number of times, the bile dripping from his mouth as he heard them each screaming in pain. So far they had all tried to keep their screams quiet, but the Lestranges were known for their torture methods and their sadistic ways. There were not many who could survive their torture without screaming. Finally, there was only Molly and Arthur left. Tears were streaming down both of their faces, having watched each of their children mutilated and wronged right before their eyes. Lucius Malfoy's eyes gleamed as he grabbed Molly from Arthur's arms and threw her to the ground. She hardened her gaze at him, letting her tears run proud and free down her face as she stared defiantly at him. He spared her no pity, hexing her over and over, enjoying her screams as she writhed on the ground in pain. The blonde grinned up at Arthur Malfoy, as if to challenge him, and then moved to rip away the garments from Molly's body. She pulled away from him, crawling over the grass to get away when four of the other Death Eaters moved in to hold her down. She screamed again, her shrill voice piercing the cold night air. He cackled, and then straddled her, pulling his robes up and forcing himself into her in one brutal thrust. He laughed evilly, enjoying the angered expression on Arthur's face as Lucius violated the man's wife. Once he had spilled himself into her, he smacked her soundly and pulled out, dropping his robes back over himself. The four other Death Eaters who had been holding her down picked her up and dragged her over to the Dark Lord, where she was put out of her misery. Arthur Weasley was dropped in the center of the circle, looking at Harry with dark sad eyes as he was hit time after time with the Cruciatus, slipping into insanity somewhere after the fifth or sixth and finally falling silent as the Killing Curse hit him.
Harry watched as they went for Luna next, something finally snapping inside him...
He shot up, sweat dripping from his forehead and pain forming in his chest. It always happened like this. Every time they went for Luna he woke up. He fell back, his hands covering his face and then wiping the sweat away with the back of his hand. Ever since he had defeated Voldemort a year ago, Harry and Luna had agreed to go into hiding at the Burrow, with Dumbledore as their secret keeper. Harry was practically numb, not wanting to believe that all of them were dead. He had no one left, no one but Luna, who was just as distraught. She'd lost the only two of the few people who actually treated her halfway decent. Hermione and Ginny, who had both become her closest friends. Hermione and Ginny, both of whom had been brutally raped and then murdered before Harry had managed to kill Voldemort.
Harry couldn't help but feel pain. He couldn't help but feel distress. He had been responsible for all of them. It was his fault they were dead, and it was his fault that he was the only person left who Luna trusted. But he had saved her. Or had he? Every night since, they had resigned to crying in each others arms, until finally Harry fell asleep, exhausted, and Luna snuck back into her room. Sometimes she even let him shag her, the need for affection driving her into his arms. Harry had chosen to stay in Ron's room, the familiarity of it giving him an odd sort of peace whil at the same time sending him into deep bouts of depression at the loss of his best friend. It had been the same way with Luna he supposed, as she had chosent to remain in Ginny's room.
Tonight had been different though. On the anniversary of his failure, he'd gone and gotten himself pissed, and then passed out on the couch in the living room. Luna had joined him in his drinking, managing to get rather sloshed herself, lying next to him on the couch. Until he woke up. He'd had the dream again, but this time when he flopped back down he became painfully aware of the form next to him. Her shirt was slightly askew at the top, giving him a full view of the top curve of her breast as she lay on the couch. She was strangely attractive, a fact that he had never really noticed until tonight. He felt a stirring in his groin, managing to stifle a groan so as not to wake her. Still, she was there, and the bottom of her shirt had risen above her belly, exposing the flat skin beneath it. He reached a hand out and rested it there, feeling the warmth that radiated from her. She murmured something in her sleep, shifting her position and suddenly his hand was up between her exposed breasts. His eyes widened, but lust was beginning to take over and his clouded mind was losing control.
He ran his hand across one of her nipples, feeling it harden under his touch. He had learned many things in his year of solitude, one of them being that Luna was an amazingly deep sleeper, and so he gathered her nightshirt and then pulled it off her, watching her arms flop over her head, pulling her perky breasts up on her body. He leaned in and licked at one, slowly sucking and teasing as his other hand roughly massaged the other, pinching and pulling at the nipple. She let out a stifled gasp when Harry closed his teeth on her nipple, then moved to the other and bit that one as well. He licked and kissed his way down her stomach and then brought his hands down and pulled at the waistband of her pajama pants, pulling them down to her knees, exposing the bare skin where her blonde bush used to be. Just recently he noticed she was shaving herself, though why he didn't know. He reached a hand up and ran a finger along her slit, feeling the moistness there and then pushed it inside her. He pumped it in and out for a moment, then pulled it out and put it to his mouth. It tasted different tonight, and suddenly Harry's arousal became stronger, an animal lust taking over. He pulled her pants all the way off and then proceeded to remove his own, his stiff cock jumping to attention as soon as it was freed. He stepped out from the puddle of clothing at his feet and kicked them aside, lying on top of her and pushing his tongue between her lips roughly. His hardness now pressed between them was rubbing against her stomach, the friction driving Harry wild.
As soon as Harry had shoved his tongue into her mouth, Luna awoke and squealed. This was the first time Harry had ever tried to do anything to her while she had been asleep. Not that she minded much, after their first time together Luna had rather come to like their fucking sessions. This time was different though. All the times before he had been gentle and unsure; this time he seemed a little more abrasive and confident. He hadn't stopped though, and so she kissed him back, sucking on his tongue in her mouth and spreading her legs a little so that he could lower between them easier.
Harry was kissing her harder now, one hand having found its way back to her breasts, the other supporting him above her. He broke the kiss momentarily, frustrated by the lack of space on the small couch. He fell off of her and onto the floor, cursed, and then scrambled for his wand which had rolled under the couch earlier in the night before he had passed out. He waved it drunkenly, and then grinned evilly as it enlarged and then transfigured into a four-poster bed, much like the ones back at Hogwarts. He threw the wand down and then pounced back towards Luna on the bed, the animal lust in his eyes never fading. He fell on top of her, kissing her forcefully again, sucking her tongue into his mouth and biting down on it, the slight taste of her coppery blood now in his mouth. He pushed her legs apart with his knees, his erection swinging stiffly between her legs, rubbing up against her sex, lubricating the head as it did. He reached down and stuffed a finger inside her again, inserting one more, and then another as he pumped his hand into her, making sure to get it well lubed. Luna moaned at this rough intrusion to her body, with Harry reaching a hand up to tug at her nipples as his other hand worked on her crotch. He stopped though, and wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, gripping it tightly and jerking it a few times, making sure her juices were slick on his hardness. After he felt that he was well prepared, he brought his still wet hand up to her mouth and moaned as she sucked on one of his fingertips.
His cock jumped at the attention she gave his hand and he pushed brutally into her, causing her to cry out in pain. A single tear formed in her eye and slid down her temple, but Harry was already too far gone to notice it. He pulled slowly out of her, thrusting forcefully into her as she cried out again. He began to pump in and out of her, slow at first and then building rapidly, his wild lust driving him into her with such animalistic roughness that she screamed each time he did, crying out his name and pleading with him to stop. She reached her hands up to him, trying to push him away, to claw at him, to keep him from hurting her, but he was drunk, and he didn't care, and he was too far gone anyway.
He grunted and moaned, thrusting frantically inside of her, needing the release and trying to get it in any way he could. Her hands were still clawing at him and, frustrated and angry that he couldn't get off, he stopped moving inside her and grabbed her arms at her elbows, pushing them down on the makeshift bed and then resumed pounding into her, his body wild with desire. She whimpered quietly, and as he continued moving inside her, his intense pounding soon faded from pain into pleasure. As his thrusting became more spastic he could feel the pressure building in his balls, the energy of his orgasm building in his belly. He leaned down and bit at Luna's nipples, causing her to cry out in ecstasy, her cry sending him over the edge, spilling himself deep within her, his eyes squeezing shut as his orgasm rocked his body.
He continued pumping, feeling himself starting to soften inside her. She whimpered again when he stopped moving, this time because she had been close to climaxing herself when he had stopped. He released her arms and pulled out, flopping down on the bed next to her. He could hear the soft sounds she was making, feel the bed moving as she fidgetted. He looked over at her and found...she wasn't fidgetting. She had reached her hands down to her cunt, three fingers of one hand pumping furiously in and out of her dripping hole, her other hand rubbing across her clit. Suddenly, he grabbed her arms, halting her hurried movements and causing her to cry out, her voice high-pitched and frantic, "Harry, oh please let me...I need to come....please!" He held onto her arms, straddling her stomach and pulling her hands to his lips, sucking her fingers into her mouth one at a time. She moaned, whispering a soft, "Please...oh please Harry..."
He liked hearing her beg. With the lustful leer of a drunk man, he Accio-ed his wand and casted a binding spell on her arms as he held them up over her head. Once he was sure she was tied securely to the post, he turned so that his soft cock was in her face, his own down by her wet slit. He grinned and stuck his tongue into her suddenly, causing her to buck her hips up toward him. He began tongue fucking her slowly, waiting to hear her voice crying out for more. When he didn't hear anything, he stopped moving, pulling away from her cunt, a wicked gleam in his eye.
After a moment of torture, he could hear her once more, begging quietly, "Please...Harry, don't stop...I need more..." He began running his tongue along her folds, slowly up and down for a few strokes. She moaned, a quiet high-pitched sound, and began thrusting her hips at his tongue as he pushed it into her and tasted himself mixed in with her tangy juices. He quickly began thrusting his tongue in and out of her, bringing his hand down to where his tongue was teasing her, thrusting two of his fingers into her and pumping them inside of her. She gasped in pleasure, opening her mouth and running her tongue along his length. She smiled as she wrapped her lips around his cock, feeling it stir again as she sucked it feverishly, swirling her tongue round the head and scraping her teeth ever so lightly along him.
Harry cried out in surprise, feeling oddly pleasured by the feel of her teeth on him. He could feel himself hardening in her mouth, thrusting his tongue and his fingers into her faster, moaning into her as her ministrations to his cock began to quicken and become more frantic. His lust was quickly taking over his body again, and he wanted to feel her heat around him once more. He stopped giving attention to her slit, pulling his fingers out of her and twisting around so that he was face to face with her. He grinned, shoving his fingers between her lips as he forced himself inside of her for the second time that night.
Luna cried out again, this time at the intense pleasure she was feeling. Harry had already driven her close to orgasm too many times tonight and she was going to come if it killed her. She moaned loudly, her body convulsing as Harry continued to pound into her. She bucked her hips, meeting him stroke for stroke and moaning with each thrust. She could feel her orgasm building inside of her, and by the sound of his grunts and the speed of his thrusts, she could tell Harry was close himself. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper into her as she clenched around him, her eyes squeezing tight as her orgasm began to wash over her in waves. She spasmed, her legs tight around his torso as he continued to thrust into her with wild abandon a loud roar emitting from his mouth as he pushed deeply, spilling himself inside her and then flopping down on top of her, completely spent...
She sighed, struggling at her bonds. 'Bloody hell, ruddy prat had to go and exhaust himself...' she thought, resolving to lay there until she too gave in to her tired body and let sleep overtake her.
