Chapter 2
Harry woke up to something warm and wet touching his face. Something large and turgid, a furnace of heat that left a trail wherever it passed. Its motion was… methodical. An ineluctable force that spelled words, pictures, using the same paint from before. It passed across his flesh, upon his face, with an ease of an experienced painter marking the canvas with a vision of beauty in their mind. Harry could even smell the faint whiff of magic, of repressed need and shielded glory, all wrapped around in a blend of precum, the meld of it all delectable to his senses.
It… it felt good. Undeniably good. Something that he could proudly gloat about and while there was no denying the shame it brought about, the peeved embarrassment that made way to startled ferocity, Harry had long since learned there were always two sides to every coin. That one needed to grasp every intricacy of reality, consider the consequences, before one continued in his path.
Yes, a long, long time ago…
If only.
The path of the brush, apparently having finished with its work, slowed to a halt, turning to rest on the contours of his mouth, using his very lips as an easel, and Harry let a half-strangled whimper escape his teeth, petrified to find the soft silky flesh gracing the edges of his taste.
It both smelled, and felt, like a cock.
Like a big, powerful cock that had just finished marking its territory and now laid there, absent, content in having completed its mission.
"You know," Luna spoke, startling from his musings, "it's rude not to greet someone when you wake up. Especially when that someone has been waiting for more than ten minutes for you to do so. But I forgive you, Harry. I know it's the Wrackspurts and not you. You would never treat me this way if you were in your right mind. I only wish you could just open your mouth and let me inside you, but I know how hard it is to think straight in your current condition."
"Luna?" he asked, bewildered, and pleased to find a smidgen of taste grace the edge of his tongue.
She both smelled and tasted like heaven.
Like a warm, silky, tangible manifestation of every wet dream he had since he first started having them.
"Harry?" Luna answered in turn, using the same confused intonation as him, amusement clear in her voice, but Harry did not mind, more focused on the soft flesh gracing the edge of his lips.
Without waiting for the warning bells to ring, hiding himself behind the sheen of a man as not yet awakened, Harry slowly exited his tongue out of his lips, caressing the soft flesh resting above him with the full flat side of his tongue, wishing to just get a taste.
A taste which he received, the sweaty, sweet-with-precum, tangy feel dripping on his taste buds as they enraptured his mind and played with his senses.
Merlin, Luna tasted good!
"I thought Hermione said she hadn't broken you in yet?" Luna frowned, confused, but Harry did not seem to care what it was she expected of him, opening his mouth to receive her in full, and Luna found her next question left unuttered, her cockhead swelling as her magic bulged against the reins of the Copulae Ring.
He did not know what led him to behave this way, the soft head of Luna's cock in between his cheeks feeling like a dream rather than the reality it was, and Harry found he couldn't quite contain himself, giving the beautiful flesh inside his lips a full-on lick of the tongue.
God, she tasted so good!
"I… Harry, what are you doing?" a very flustered Luna asked him, very much belying the confident vixen he had spoken to earlier, but given the fact he had her cock in his mouth, Harry felt it prudent he leave his joke unuttered.
Throwing stones inside a glass house and all that.
Finding it easier to just show her what exactly he was doing, Harry let another inch of her cock enter his mouth, content to lick and taste the newly afforded flesh inside his mouth with a gusto more fit for the battlefield than the lover's embrace he found himself in. But he couldn't help it, she just tasted so good!
"Oh." a quiet moan escaped Luna's lips at his ministrations, and Harry amused himself discovering why it was exactly they called the act a blow-job.
He began sucking on her cock, licking the underside of the flesh closest to her head, the spot he knew to be the most sensitive to his own experience, and within seconds of his assault, Luna was already writhing above him, pleading for him in every way she could enunciate.
"Oh, Goddess! Oh, Mighty Goddess! Uhh…no!" Luna cried out, and Harry's eyes watered as he felt her seminal fluid spurt out of her slit, straight onto his awaiting tongue, delighting in the warmth and tangy, bitter taste, albeit slightly put-off it ended so quickly.
But who was he to judge? And so long as he enjoyed it, and more importantly, she enjoyed it, he really did not see what the problem was.
Swallowing the last morsels of sperm that hadn't shot themselves in the back of his throat with her ejaculation, Harry left one last kiss on Luna's spent cock, confused to find it hadn't deflated one bit. No, it was still very much hard in his mouth, Luna quivering inside of him as his breath alone proved too much of a stimulus.
Popping her cock out of his mouth, aware of how sensitive a cock was after a proper orgasm, Harry grew astounded to find Luna's cock was still very much red and angry, if a bit raw, not looking at all like the spent cock he expected it to be. Hell, it almost seemed as though her cock had grown an inch since her orgasm and with the way the veins were protruding and the purple tinge of the head, Luna's cock almost seemed to be fighting something. All while Luna sat shivering above him, her face flushed red as a tomato and her breathing ragged.
"How… did you… do that?" Luna huffed, eyeing him out of the corner of her eyes as she focused on centering her breathing.
"How did I do what?" Harry asked, all his focus on the violent cock before him.
He was rooting for it to win, somehow instinctively knowing that should it win he would receive the prize he wanted, yet unable to voice exactly what it was. And abjectly aware he could not tip the scales one way or the other for fear of the results.
"How… did you… make me cum… with my cock-ring on? It's not supposed to be possible." Luna huffed, her breathing returning to normal.
"Luna, I don't know what you're talking about…" he answered her, confused.
"You made me cum with my Copulae Ring on. It wasn't in your butt, so there was no way this should have happened. I… I need to inform Hermione."
At that moment the train lurched to a stop, flinging the two of them to the sides, and Harry felt a familiar shiver across his nape, the thin tendrils of wrongness making his heart pound indiscriminately in his chest.
Fuck.