Slytherin Me (18 +)

Quibbling (Luna x Her lucky wand)

The sun was shining brightly across the spiral corridor where Luna sat cross legged, flipping through the newest edition of the Quibbler. It was a spectacular day outside and most students were lounging about in the fields: brushing off broomsticks for recreational matches, enjoying the slight breeze in the shade of the willow trees, taking peaceful strolls around the glistening limpid lake.

Luna didn't mind the fair weather; her cloak made it terribly hot outdoors and she disliked the ogles she received when wearing lighter clothing. Underneath her heavy garments, she has grown into a vivacious young woman, curvy and seductive, every wizard's fantasy. It didn't sit right with her to be the object of one's sexual frustrations and she didn't mind wasting the beautiful day indoors, so long as her magazine kept her well occupied.

As she rifles through, a title popped out to her: 3 Steps to Magical Pleasure. She wonders what pleasure means. A game, right? Glancing around and contenting herself with the silence of the castle (for the moment, she seems to have been completely isolated), Luna brushes her finger across her lips before scrolling through the page. To her perplexed surprise, the steps are much easier than she expected.

At the top of the page, a desultory witch frowns. As she moves down the steps, the witch loses clothing at a rapid pace while flushing outwards in ecstasy. Wow, she thinks. The picture descriptions, having been enchanted, moves back and forth as the witch pants in glee.

"Well, here goes nothing."

With another furtive glance down the halls and satisfying herself as she sees no one approaching, Luna carefully removes the heavy Ravenclaw cloak to free her massive boobs. They flip out, having been freed from their confinement, and jiggle slightly before settling downwards. She had gone commando this morning and was now fully nude in the edge of a rarely used stairway between two floors. Oddly, the idea of being exposed in the public, where any passing ghosts, students, or teachers could eye her lustful body, arouses her and makes her tingle on the inside. Well, this is a little corridor between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. Maybe I wouldn't mind being watched...

She enjoys the slight wind across her body and notices her little nipples harden to a tight point. Her fingers fondle them for a moment, twisting them slightly and evoking a pent-up moan from her.

It had been months since she'd masturbated. The dorms in Ravenclaw, while spacious (for an infinite clutter of books) were also lacking in terms of privacy. And try as she might, all the boys around her saw her as the quirky, odd girl—the type too weird to stick your duck into. She sighs. I'd better enjoy this. Rubbing herself outside was a feat she'd dreamt about but never had the opportunity (or guts) to go through with. Little did her friends know, she was secretly an incredibly kinky girl beyond imagination. Ideas that seemed taboo or off limits fit right up her alley—oh! How she wished to be pinned under a strong man like Harry, to submit to his Adonis figure, to suck on his meaty rod while he spanked her.

Luna releases her hands from her nipples, as the little tweaks had almost made her orgasm. Her pent up sexual energy had nearly peaked, reaching dangerously horny levels. Excited at the thought of spraying all across the stairway floor as others watched, she spits in the palm of her right hand and reaches downwards, rubbing her outer folds in little wet circles. Remembering the extreme ecstasy of the witch from her magazine, she pops her hand out of her now glistening vagina, giving it a little luck. Mmmm, she moans. What a delicacy her slender fingers were, coated in her own sweet honey!

She flips the magazine open and reads through the guide:

Step 1: strip naked and warm yourself up.