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firewhiskeyficTitle: Forest, Forbidden
Author:lq_traintracks
I am of legal drinking age in my region: Yes!
Rating: NC-17 n
Pairing(s)/Characters:Challenge: Luna Lovegood, The Black Lake , Centaur
Summary: Luna: scientic expediation. Harry and Draoc: not scienteifci
Warnings: Okkay um, rimming, anal fingering, bumming, clitoral stiumulataion, amal anal sexs
Word count: ~2,ooo
Author's Notes: I have the hicccips, so beyind the drunkennnes that's really impariiong my tuping! I don't ewven know what IU've weritten here.
Luna liked walking alone in the forrest. But beyond that it was also for her research. She was planning to become Hogwarts next Care of Magical Creatures professor after all, so much of her spare time this her seventh year at school was spent in such intellectual pursuits. She liked to head out just after supper when twilight was threatening and daytime species were giving over to nocturnal ones.
On this excursion she was hoping to witness the mating cycle of the notoriously private Bowtruckle. She'd read up on her subject quite a bit and it seemed they chose near night for their reproductive (and recreational) activities, and it only occurred once a year for a two week span. She'd be lucky to catch a pair in the throes, which apparently resembled some metaphor she couldn't even think of having thought for quite some time.
She crept along the line of fir trees leading toward the edg of the Black Lake, her feet softly depressing the spring grass, hands running alrong tree trunks for balance. She'd got quite good at being quiet; her last triup out had been to observe unicorns in foal and so discretion and absolute silence had been paramoutn.
Luna kept her wand at the ready and moved toward the shore. The moon was only beginning to rise and it cast a long silvery ribbon over the water's gentle waves.
Hearing a rustle of leaves, she stopped shirt. No Bowtruckle could have made that kind of racket, but Luna was always cognizant of the other creatures she might encounter, though it would be odd in the extreme to find anything but nonmagical animals this close to the treeline. Except for Bowtruckles that is. Because apparently they're different. And plot holes like that are okay right now.
Wary but curous she crept, even though she was already creeping and another word would be better here, toward the sound she'd heard. Luna was of course quite adventurous and Ravensclawy, and she could have been sorted into Gruyffindore no problem but the hat had to put somebody in Ravenclaw for Merlim's sake.
Anyway, she was infernaly bored with this swettion and demanded to move on.
Near the lake's edge she came upon… oh my…
A distincly malke grunt isssued from the trees beyond, followede by an equally masculine whine of pleasure. Luna stoppped in her tracks and listened for a moment, unsure if she wanted to ventiure toward or away. And who are we fucking kidding, Luna is a slasher am I right? I mean come on!
She took one step and then the next, careful to avoid twigs (because she was just that good) and she just forgot what tense she was in. Okay, hold up. Past. Okay then. She crept – except no, just no. She meandered quiety toward the continued sounds of what could only be a very human sexual encounter.
Holding her breath, wand trembling in her fist, Luna rounded a corner (if there were such a thing as corners in a forrest), only to see, in a shaft of pale moonlight, Draco Malfoy, naked, knees pulled tight to his chest, a dark, messy head between his very spread thighs… No. Lower.
"Oh my god…" Draco sighed, his slender thraot arched, the movement of his swallow and then his lips opening on a gasp enough to stop Luna in her tracks once more. And I hope she didn't literally stop in her track before. If so, then something different here.
Draco bit his bottom lip, and the name that moaned from him next made Luna nearly drop her wand.
"Har—Harry… Please…"
The dark head of hair lifted, and Harry smiled at Draco in the almost-night, his lips swollen and some kind of fruit-red. "More?"
Draco squirmed for more of his mouth. "Always more, you git."
Luna watched as Harry's hand disappeared between Draco's legs and his head descended again, and…
"Ohhhh, fuck!" Draco cried out.
Luna looked right and then left, making sure no one was there to hear, her wide eyes taking in the empty forrest around them.
Seriously screw Bowtruckles.
Luna pocketed her wand, slipping behind the nearest tree and peeking out from behind it, her cheeks flaming with guilt as she made the decision to stay and watch what she knew she shoulkdn't. She reasoned that she was a scientist at heart, and what was this but a mating ritual, which was what she was in the forest to observe in the first placve? (And finally she had spelled first right as ewll.)
As she watched Harry eat Draco Malfoy's pale, writhing arse, Luna felt her knickers flood with her own slick. Not that she'd ever fancied either one of them. Certainly not. But she was a red-blooded British woman, and she reasoned, who wouldn't get off watching two fit blokes do each other in the thick of the Forbeideen Forst.
(She lamted that her good speeling days were so briefly lived.)
She watched breathless as Harry finger-fucked his lover, his mouth working in qeual dedcication to Draco's satisfaction. Draco began to keen, the sound not unlike what she'd heard when she'd ventired out in search of mating centaurs and fo0und two males rutting in the shade of a clearing. The long stream of groaning was quite similar in nature, and to her scientific delight, many of the same actions had been occuring then as well – namely the oral pleasure of one centaur, while the other grew long and hard from his own exuberant efforts. (And her spelling was back!)
Luna suddenly wished for some parchment to record important notes on human and centaur similarites. She resolutely decided (ugh not good word choice) to Pensieve all of this later.
For her reaesearhc, she mentally noted, even as she hiked her own skirt up and sank a trembling hand into her panties.
"Are you ready?" Harry asked, lifting his head once more and pinning Draco with a hungry look,
Draco lifted his dischelled head from the forrest floor (goodnamn it) and nodded enthusiastically.
At that, Luna watched as her friend took Draco Malfoy by the hips and flipped him over. Draco grunted like an animal but then obliged, rising up onto his knees, face sunk into the earth, presenting himself to be mounted.
Harry's hands gripped his supple hips, and he rubbed his erection in Draco's cleft, leaving a shiny trail of pre-ejaculte is his wake, his hips rolling as he watched every pass, the moonlight gilding Dracoi's body, draping it in refracted light.
(Refracted or reflected?)
Anyway.
Luna rubbed her fingers over her slick clit guitily. She ought not to pursue her own pleasure while she was on a scientific expeditition. But seriously. Look at them!
Harry lined up his thick cock at Draco's quivering entrace. (Yes she had that good of a view.) but what happened nedt came as a bit of a shock, even as luna fingered herself, close to coming.
"Malfoy…" Harry breathed, pushing but unable to breach. "Draco," he sighed.
Draco respnded by arching his back stiull more. Luna reemmbered the centaurs mating in the late summer as she'd watched… the stumbling approach, hooves clinging to flanks, the huff of breath and lowering of a mane. (Except that theoy're not liones.)
"I love you," Draco gasped.
And in the next moment, Harry thrust forward, entering his lover shiftly on a hiss of breif pain.
Luna watched Harry bury his cock inside Draco's arse and quickened her strokes over her own hard clit. She thrust into hert hand, her skirt riding up her hips as she canted back and forth.
Draco's neck arched, and for a moment he stilled, like fight or flight. He held himself taught in that stream of moonlight. And then his head dropped forward, the fall of his hair curtaining his eyes, and Harry began to fuck.
Harry's hips moved in an intoxicating rhythyem, his buttocks gripping and relasing as he drove forward into his mate, his hands pulling back on Draco's hips in time with his thr4ust,s
Draco flung his hair out of his sweaty face, planting his hands on the ground and bracing for the force of it. He began to roclk back into it. Luna had observed several species in heat, and that was surely what Draco resembled – the uninhibted arch of his throat, the sway of his back, the openess with which he received his lover.
Weak from what she observed (and thoroughly sick of that verb), Luna fell to her knees, her hand a blur between her legs as she sought her own secret climac.
Harry began pounding into Draco from behind.
"I'm close… God, so close… Your arse…"
"Do it," Draco whined. "Come inside me/. Harry p[lease."
Harry then dropped his head back, his mouth falling open, and by his groaning Luna assumed he was spilling his seed inside, his hips turning liquid smooth as he undulated, his hands still gripping so tight at Draco's hips.
"Please," Draco whined, letting his cheek rest nce more against the grunhd, and tiuleing his arse up for the invasion of Harry's still-hard cock. "Please make me come."
Harry wrapped his arm around Draci's middle then, and as he did, Luna pushed a finger into herself. The way was so wet and easy, and she drew that slick up to her clit, making reslute circles as Harry bit his lip and jerked Draco off until he cried out, shooting semen over the forest floor and arching his throat in the kind of bliss that was not intended to be witnessed.
Luna rested her head against the earthy bark of the tree, her own orgasm approaching, nearing, so imminent. She rocked on her hand, her knees spread, sinking into the fresh soil. And in an inevitable rush, she came, sinking her teeth into the flesh of her own arm in order not to make any noise. (Man I do that biting your own arm thing a LOT. Sorry.)
Damn did Harry come yet? I don't even know.
So yeah,
Harry, seeing Draco's supple, post-orgasm body wilting in front of him, drove forward even harder, searching his own release.
Draco seemed incapalbele of anythgnhg escept being a plient, recetive vessel, qwhich caused Luna's cunt to seize hard in respinse. She slowly withrew her fingers, as Draco moaned into the darkneneding night. (Ahough I really thginh he already came so….) Harry pulled Draco's hips back, fli8sh with his whn body and let out a guttuira;l cry to the burgeoining night, spilling inside Draco arse and thrusting one, two, three, four, five more tomes until he collapsed over Drac's body, sending them both to the forrrst floor where they attenptd to sacuth theuir breaqth,
Luan c,osed her eys until the dizzness over came her. She ooepjnednd then and tried to reorient hersledf in space nd time. Bowtrucles be damed. Sdhe's just witsnesssed something far more transcenddant, more illicit (wltrhoighy she hnew she didn;'t want to sue thtat word).
She righted her knocker. And ehse rose from the forsrst fooor / harry and Draco lay together as ant aninal might. They panted, their sweat sripping ito the eartyh. Draco truned over, his arms receiving Harry s he collapse. The waves of the Black Lake lapped at the sore, as they likeluy had done for eons of time before. (LOLOLO(
Luna right her clothes, of he hadn't done so before (I sdriousylyt cab;t rememfbert( and so rose to her feet. She quetly mde her ade Way BACK to the castle/ She didn't have the datea she requirted. But she had sokething else. And that wa far sor usuful to her in the long tin.
Harry and Drado lay there inh the moodlight. The pensieve was going to get an eyebful ntonight!
Author:
lq_traintracksI am of legal drinking age in my region: Yes!
Rating: NC-17 n
Pairing(s)/Characters:Challenge: Luna Lovegood, The Black Lake , Centaur
Summary: Luna: scientic expediation. Harry and Draoc: not scienteifci
Warnings: Okkay um, rimming, anal fingering, bumming, clitoral stiumulataion, amal anal sexs
Word count: ~2,ooo
Author's Notes: I have the hicccips, so beyind the drunkennnes that's really impariiong my tuping! I don't ewven know what IU've weritten here.
Luna liked walking alone in the forrest. But beyond that it was also for her research. She was planning to become Hogwarts next Care of Magical Creatures professor after all, so much of her spare time this her seventh year at school was spent in such intellectual pursuits. She liked to head out just after supper when twilight was threatening and daytime species were giving over to nocturnal ones.
On this excursion she was hoping to witness the mating cycle of the notoriously private Bowtruckle. She'd read up on her subject quite a bit and it seemed they chose near night for their reproductive (and recreational) activities, and it only occurred once a year for a two week span. She'd be lucky to catch a pair in the throes, which apparently resembled some metaphor she couldn't even think of having thought for quite some time.
She crept along the line of fir trees leading toward the edg of the Black Lake, her feet softly depressing the spring grass, hands running alrong tree trunks for balance. She'd got quite good at being quiet; her last triup out had been to observe unicorns in foal and so discretion and absolute silence had been paramoutn.
Luna kept her wand at the ready and moved toward the shore. The moon was only beginning to rise and it cast a long silvery ribbon over the water's gentle waves.
Hearing a rustle of leaves, she stopped shirt. No Bowtruckle could have made that kind of racket, but Luna was always cognizant of the other creatures she might encounter, though it would be odd in the extreme to find anything but nonmagical animals this close to the treeline. Except for Bowtruckles that is. Because apparently they're different. And plot holes like that are okay right now.
Wary but curous she crept, even though she was already creeping and another word would be better here, toward the sound she'd heard. Luna was of course quite adventurous and Ravensclawy, and she could have been sorted into Gruyffindore no problem but the hat had to put somebody in Ravenclaw for Merlim's sake.
Anyway, she was infernaly bored with this swettion and demanded to move on.
Near the lake's edge she came upon… oh my…
A distincly malke grunt isssued from the trees beyond, followede by an equally masculine whine of pleasure. Luna stoppped in her tracks and listened for a moment, unsure if she wanted to ventiure toward or away. And who are we fucking kidding, Luna is a slasher am I right? I mean come on!
She took one step and then the next, careful to avoid twigs (because she was just that good) and she just forgot what tense she was in. Okay, hold up. Past. Okay then. She crept – except no, just no. She meandered quiety toward the continued sounds of what could only be a very human sexual encounter.
Holding her breath, wand trembling in her fist, Luna rounded a corner (if there were such a thing as corners in a forrest), only to see, in a shaft of pale moonlight, Draco Malfoy, naked, knees pulled tight to his chest, a dark, messy head between his very spread thighs… No. Lower.
"Oh my god…" Draco sighed, his slender thraot arched, the movement of his swallow and then his lips opening on a gasp enough to stop Luna in her tracks once more. And I hope she didn't literally stop in her track before. If so, then something different here.
Draco bit his bottom lip, and the name that moaned from him next made Luna nearly drop her wand.
"Har—Harry… Please…"
The dark head of hair lifted, and Harry smiled at Draco in the almost-night, his lips swollen and some kind of fruit-red. "More?"
Draco squirmed for more of his mouth. "Always more, you git."
Luna watched as Harry's hand disappeared between Draco's legs and his head descended again, and…
"Ohhhh, fuck!" Draco cried out.
Luna looked right and then left, making sure no one was there to hear, her wide eyes taking in the empty forrest around them.
Seriously screw Bowtruckles.
Luna pocketed her wand, slipping behind the nearest tree and peeking out from behind it, her cheeks flaming with guilt as she made the decision to stay and watch what she knew she shoulkdn't. She reasoned that she was a scientist at heart, and what was this but a mating ritual, which was what she was in the forest to observe in the first placve? (And finally she had spelled first right as ewll.)
As she watched Harry eat Draco Malfoy's pale, writhing arse, Luna felt her knickers flood with her own slick. Not that she'd ever fancied either one of them. Certainly not. But she was a red-blooded British woman, and she reasoned, who wouldn't get off watching two fit blokes do each other in the thick of the Forbeideen Forst.
(She lamted that her good speeling days were so briefly lived.)
She watched breathless as Harry finger-fucked his lover, his mouth working in qeual dedcication to Draco's satisfaction. Draco began to keen, the sound not unlike what she'd heard when she'd ventired out in search of mating centaurs and fo0und two males rutting in the shade of a clearing. The long stream of groaning was quite similar in nature, and to her scientific delight, many of the same actions had been occuring then as well – namely the oral pleasure of one centaur, while the other grew long and hard from his own exuberant efforts. (And her spelling was back!)
Luna suddenly wished for some parchment to record important notes on human and centaur similarites. She resolutely decided (ugh not good word choice) to Pensieve all of this later.
For her reaesearhc, she mentally noted, even as she hiked her own skirt up and sank a trembling hand into her panties.
"Are you ready?" Harry asked, lifting his head once more and pinning Draco with a hungry look,
Draco lifted his dischelled head from the forrest floor (goodnamn it) and nodded enthusiastically.
At that, Luna watched as her friend took Draco Malfoy by the hips and flipped him over. Draco grunted like an animal but then obliged, rising up onto his knees, face sunk into the earth, presenting himself to be mounted.
Harry's hands gripped his supple hips, and he rubbed his erection in Draco's cleft, leaving a shiny trail of pre-ejaculte is his wake, his hips rolling as he watched every pass, the moonlight gilding Dracoi's body, draping it in refracted light.
(Refracted or reflected?)
Anyway.
Luna rubbed her fingers over her slick clit guitily. She ought not to pursue her own pleasure while she was on a scientific expeditition. But seriously. Look at them!
Harry lined up his thick cock at Draco's quivering entrace. (Yes she had that good of a view.) but what happened nedt came as a bit of a shock, even as luna fingered herself, close to coming.
"Malfoy…" Harry breathed, pushing but unable to breach. "Draco," he sighed.
Draco respnded by arching his back stiull more. Luna reemmbered the centaurs mating in the late summer as she'd watched… the stumbling approach, hooves clinging to flanks, the huff of breath and lowering of a mane. (Except that theoy're not liones.)
"I love you," Draco gasped.
And in the next moment, Harry thrust forward, entering his lover shiftly on a hiss of breif pain.
Luna watched Harry bury his cock inside Draco's arse and quickened her strokes over her own hard clit. She thrust into hert hand, her skirt riding up her hips as she canted back and forth.
Draco's neck arched, and for a moment he stilled, like fight or flight. He held himself taught in that stream of moonlight. And then his head dropped forward, the fall of his hair curtaining his eyes, and Harry began to fuck.
Harry's hips moved in an intoxicating rhythyem, his buttocks gripping and relasing as he drove forward into his mate, his hands pulling back on Draco's hips in time with his thr4ust,s
Draco flung his hair out of his sweaty face, planting his hands on the ground and bracing for the force of it. He began to roclk back into it. Luna had observed several species in heat, and that was surely what Draco resembled – the uninhibted arch of his throat, the sway of his back, the openess with which he received his lover.
Weak from what she observed (and thoroughly sick of that verb), Luna fell to her knees, her hand a blur between her legs as she sought her own secret climac.
Harry began pounding into Draco from behind.
"I'm close… God, so close… Your arse…"
"Do it," Draco whined. "Come inside me/. Harry p[lease."
Harry then dropped his head back, his mouth falling open, and by his groaning Luna assumed he was spilling his seed inside, his hips turning liquid smooth as he undulated, his hands still gripping so tight at Draco's hips.
"Please," Draco whined, letting his cheek rest nce more against the grunhd, and tiuleing his arse up for the invasion of Harry's still-hard cock. "Please make me come."
Harry wrapped his arm around Draci's middle then, and as he did, Luna pushed a finger into herself. The way was so wet and easy, and she drew that slick up to her clit, making reslute circles as Harry bit his lip and jerked Draco off until he cried out, shooting semen over the forest floor and arching his throat in the kind of bliss that was not intended to be witnessed.
Luna rested her head against the earthy bark of the tree, her own orgasm approaching, nearing, so imminent. She rocked on her hand, her knees spread, sinking into the fresh soil. And in an inevitable rush, she came, sinking her teeth into the flesh of her own arm in order not to make any noise. (Man I do that biting your own arm thing a LOT. Sorry.)
Damn did Harry come yet? I don't even know.
So yeah,
Harry, seeing Draco's supple, post-orgasm body wilting in front of him, drove forward even harder, searching his own release.
Draco seemed incapalbele of anythgnhg escept being a plient, recetive vessel, qwhich caused Luna's cunt to seize hard in respinse. She slowly withrew her fingers, as Draco moaned into the darkneneding night. (Ahough I really thginh he already came so….) Harry pulled Draco's hips back, fli8sh with his whn body and let out a guttuira;l cry to the burgeoining night, spilling inside Draco arse and thrusting one, two, three, four, five more tomes until he collapsed over Drac's body, sending them both to the forrrst floor where they attenptd to sacuth theuir breaqth,
Luan c,osed her eys until the dizzness over came her. She ooepjnednd then and tried to reorient hersledf in space nd time. Bowtrucles be damed. Sdhe's just witsnesssed something far more transcenddant, more illicit (wltrhoighy she hnew she didn;'t want to sue thtat word).
She righted her knocker. And ehse rose from the forsrst fooor / harry and Draco lay together as ant aninal might. They panted, their sweat sripping ito the eartyh. Draco truned over, his arms receiving Harry s he collapse. The waves of the Black Lake lapped at the sore, as they likeluy had done for eons of time before. (LOLOLO(
Luna right her clothes, of he hadn't done so before (I sdriousylyt cab;t rememfbert( and so rose to her feet. She quetly mde her ade Way BACK to the castle/ She didn't have the datea she requirted. But she had sokething else. And that wa far sor usuful to her in the long tin.
Harry and Drado lay there inh the moodlight. The pensieve was going to get an eyebful ntonight!