Luna and Ginny try to find a way to break Hermione’s curse.
Ginny looked at Luna with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. “Are you sure about this?” she asked, holding the recipe they had found in one of the ancient tomes in the restricted section of the library.
Luna nodded, her dreamy eyes focused on the ingredients list. “It’s the only way to break the enchantment,” she said with a calm certainty that was both unsettling and oddly reassuring. “We need a very specific piece of him to counteract the potion he used on her.”
Ginny swallowed hard, looking at the recipe. “Snape’s semen,” she murmured, the words feeling foreign and wrong on her tongue. “How are we even going to get that?”
“Leave that to me,” Luna said with a mischievous smile. “I have my ways.”
The two girls set out into the castle, their mission fraught with the thrill of the forbidden. The corridors were empty, the school still in the grip of slumber. They moved quickly, their footsteps silent on the cold stone floors.
Ginny’s heart raced as they approached the Slytherin dorms. The enchantment had changed Hermione in ways that she didn’t fully understand, but she knew that she had to save her friend. Luna’s hand was cool and steady in hers, a silent promise of solidarity in the face of the unknown.
They slipped into the common room, the air thick with the scent of candlewax and leather. The moonlight spilled in through the windows, casting long shadows across the floor. They moved through the darkness, the only sound the soft rustle of their robes.
Ginny’s eyes darted around the room, searching for any sign of movement. She had never been in the Slytherin dorms before, and the thought of being caught made her palms sweat. But Luna seemed unbothered by the risk, her gaze fixed on the stairs leading to the boys’ dormitory.
With a determined nod, Luna pulled out her wand and whispered, “Muffliato,” casting a silencing charm on the area. They ascended the stairs, each step feeling heavier than the last. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep out the light of the moon. The air was thick with the scent of incense and something else—something musky and male.
They approached Snape’s four-poster bed, the dark silk canopy casting a sinister shadow over the sleeper. Luna’s heart was racing, but she knew what she had to do. With a grace that belied her nerves, she climbed onto the bed, her robes sliding off to reveal her bare legs.
Ginny’s eyes went wide as Luna leaned over Snape, her breasts brushing against his chest. The man was naked beneath the thin sheet, his cock lying flaccid against his thigh. Luna’s eyes glinted in the moonlight as she reached out, her hand wrapping around his length.
With a gentle tug, she pulled back the fabric, revealing him in all his glory. Ginny couldn’t help but stare—his cock was thick and veiny, the head a dark shade of purple. Luna’s hand moved with surprising confidence, stroking him until he began to stir. His eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, he looked confused.
Then, he saw Luna’s face above him, her eyes gleaming with purpose. The look of shock on his face was priceless, but it quickly morphed into a sneer. “What do you think you’re doing, Lovegood?” he snarled, his voice thick with sleep.
“Collecting what we need, Professor,” she replied sweetly, her strokes growing more insistent.
Snape’s eyes narrowed, his cock growing harder with every pass of her hand. He knew the enchantment he had placed on Hermione was potent, but he had not anticipated this turn of events. His hand shot out, grabbing Luna’s wrist, but she was quicker.
With a flick of her own wand, she whispered, “Immobilus!” and Snape’s body went rigid beneath her. “Now, Ginny, quickly! We need a sample before he wakes up fully!”
Ginny’s face was flushed, but she knew they had no time to waste. She leaned over, her breath hot against his skin as she took his cock into her mouth. The taste was unexpected, a mix of salt and something darker that seemed to coil around her tongue.
As she began to suck, she felt a strange warmth spreading through her, a thrumming in her core that had nothing to do with the enchantment. It was as if his very essence was reaching out to her, whispering dark secrets that she never knew she wanted to hear. The curse that lay on his cock was potent, a seductive whisper that promised pleasure beyond imagination.
Ginny’s cheeks hollowed as she took him deeper, her eyes never leaving Snape’s. Snape’s power was palpable, a tangible force that wove through her very being. She could feel the magic pulsing in her veins, urging her to please him, to take it all. The need grew with every beat of her heart, the ache in her pussy demanding to be filled.
“Luna, you must taste him,” she whispered, her voice filled with a need that was both urgent and strange. Luna’s eyes widened, the implication of Ginny’s words sinking in. The Snape’s enchantments were affecting them all, turning them into willing participants in this twisted dance of lust and power.
With a deep breath, Luna leaned over and took a tentative lick of the precum that had gathered on the tip of Snape’s cock. The taste was unlike anything she had ever experienced—rich and complex, with an underlying hint of something ancient and forbidden. It was like tasting the very essence of desire itself.
Ginny and Luna took turns, their mouths working in tandem to bring him to full arousal. The air in the room grew thick with tension, the enchantment’s power a palpable force that pulsed through their bodies. Each stroke of their tongues, each suck and bob of their heads, brought him closer to the brink.
As they pleasured him, their lips met around the head of his cock. The sensation was electric, a jolt of pleasure that shot through him like a bolt of lightning. Ginny’s eyes locked onto Luna’s, and she felt something shift within her, a connection forming that went beyond friendship.
With trembling hands, Ginny reached for the hem of her own robe, pulling it over her head. Her small breasts spilled out, her nipples already hard with arousal. Luna watched, her own hand moving to her robe, mimicking the action.
Their naked forms were bathed in the soft moonlight, their skin pale and smooth, untouched by the hands of men. Ginny’s body was curvy, with a slight roundness to her belly and apple breasts that bobbed as she moved. Luna’s was more ethereal, with a hint of coltish grace that spoke of a girl not quite ready for the woman she would become.
Their mouths moved in unison around Snape’s cock, their cheeks hollowing as they drew him in, their tongues dancing together in a display of unspoken understanding. Ginny’s eyes fluttered closed, lost in the sensation of his warmth, his taste, his power. Luna watched her, her own desire flaming brighter with every moment they shared.
They worked him together, their breaths mingling as they brought him closer to climax. The tension in the room was almost unbearable, the silence only broken by the wet sounds of their mouths and the occasional muffled groan from Snape’s throat. His eyes remained open, staring up at the ceiling, his jaw clenched tightly as he fought against the enchantment that held him in place.
Suddenly, with a roar, he broke free of the spell. His hand shot up, grabbing the back of Ginny’s head, holding her in place as he bucked his hips upward, his cock slamming into the back of her throat. Luna’s eyes went wide with shock, but she didn’t move away. Instead, she watched as Ginny’s face turned red, her eyes watering, but she didn’t pull away.
Snape’s gaze locked onto Luna’s, his eyes dark with lust. He knew what he had to do to maintain control, to keep the enchantment strong. He had to claim them both, completely and utterly. With a grunt, he flipped the two girls over, their naked bodies landing on the cold floor with a thud.
Ginny’s eyes were wild with a mix of fear and excitement as she stared up at him. Snape took a moment to appreciate the sight of her, her little breasts heaving with every panicked breath, her pussy glistening with the wetness that spilled from her. He knew he had to be careful—too much force and he could break the delicate balance of the enchantment.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear, his voice a dark caress. “Luna, I want you to eat Miss Weasley until she screams.” The words sent a shiver down Ginny’s spine, the thought of her friend’s mouth on her most intimate place a heady mix of taboo and desire.
Luna nodded, her eyes glazed with the magic’s influence. She crawled over to Ginny, her movements feline and graceful. Ginny’s legs fell open without thought, and Luna’s gentle touch on her inner thigh sent a jolt of anticipation through her. Luna’s tongue flicked out, tasting the sweetness of Ginny’s arousal, and she gasped as the younger girl’s mouth closed around her clit.
Snape watched, his cock still hard and demanding. He leaned down and claimed Ginny’s mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving deep as if he could taste himself on her. His hand slid down her body, finding her little clit, and he began to stroke her in time with Luna’s ministrations.
Luna’s mouth was a revelation on Ginny’s pussy, her tongue swirling and flicking with a skill that spoke of the enchantment’s power. Ginny’s hips bucked against her friend’s face, the sensations overwhelming her. She could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building, the pressure coiling tight in her belly.
But she knew it wasn’t enough. The enchantment demanded more, demanded that she submit completely to its will. With a trembling hand, she reached up and touched Snape’s cock, still slick with her saliva. The feel of him in her hand was electric, his power a living force that pulsed through her.
“Fuck me, Professor,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. “Make me yours, just like you did to Hermione!”
Snape’s eyes gleamed with dark pleasure at her words. He hadn’t expected this, but he was more than willing to indulge. He positioned himself behind Luna, his cock nudging at her slick folds. With one hand, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck. His other hand reached around to pinch her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger until she gasped.
Luna’s eyes never left Ginny’s as she felt Snape’s cock push into her pussy. The stretch was delicious, a reminder of the power he wielded over them all. She focused on Ginny’s pleasure, her tongue flicking over her clit with a fierce determination that had the redhead’s body writhing. Ginny’s moans grew louder, her hips thrusting up to meet Luna’s mouth, her nails digging into the rug beneath her.
With a wicked grin, Snape reached down and slapped Luna’s ass, urging her to go faster. She obeyed without hesitation, her mouth a blur of motion as she brought Ginny closer to the edge. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion—the wet smack of flesh against flesh, the mewling cries of pleasure, and the harsh panting of their ragged breaths.
Luna’s own arousal grew with every stroke of Snape’s cock in her cunt. She felt him thicken even more, his grip on her hair tightening as he approached his peak. Ginny’s eyes rolled back in her head, her moans growing louder, and Luna knew she was close.
And then, without warning, Snape pulled out of her, his cock slick with her juices. He positioned himself behind her, and she felt the head of his cock nudge against her tightly puckered asshole. “No, Professor, please—” she began, but her words were cut off by a sharp slap to her cheek.
“Silence, Miss Lovegood,” he hissed, his eyes burning with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. “You will take it, and you will take it willingly, or I will make you wish you had never been born.”
The head of his cock pushed against her tight ring, and despite her fear, she felt a thrill of dark excitement. The enchantment whispered sweet nothings in her ear, urging her to submit, to give in to the pleasure he could bring her.
With a grunt, Snape pushed forward, and Luna felt herself being stretched open, the pain mixing with a strange, intense pleasure. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out as he claimed her most forbidden place.
“Take it, Miss Lovegood,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “Take it all.”
And so Luna did. With a gasp, she bore down on his cock, feeling him fill her completely. The pain was exquisite, a white-hot flame that licked at the edges of her consciousness. But it was the power, the absolute control he had over her that made her wetter, made her want it even more.
Snape’s hips moved with a brutal rhythm, his cock plunging into her with a force that made her toes curl. Ginny watched, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and fascination as her friend’s body was used so roughly by the man she had once feared. But the enchantment had twisted her perceptions, and she found herself craving the same treatment.
With trembling legs, Ginny pushed herself up onto all fours next to Luna, presenting her own asshole to Snape. The sight of his cock disappearing into Luna’s tight hole had her pussy dripping with need, and she knew she had to have it. She whimpered, her voice filled with a desperation that she didn’t recognize.
Snape chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. She felt his thumb push into her tight asshole, stretching her open. It burned, but she pushed back onto it, urging him to fill her completely.
Ginny’s eyes rolled back in her head as Snape’s thumb worked its way into her ass, moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that matched his thrusts into Luna. She could feel her body opening up to him, the pain and pleasure merging into a single, intense sensation that made her pussy ache for more.
Luna’s own moans grew louder, her body jolting with each of Snape’s deep, punishing strokes. His thumb in Ginny’s ass was a masterful touch, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of sanity. The dark power thrummed through her, demanding that she submit to the dark pleasure that lay before her.
With a snarl of triumph, Snape pulled out of Luna, leaving her gaping and trembling. He grabbed Ginny’s hips, his cock slick with Luna’s ass juices, and pushed into her ass without preamble. Ginny’s scream was muffled by the rug, her eyes squeezed shut as she took his length. The pain was exquisite, a white-hot fire that burned through her, making her clit throb with the need for release.
Her hand flew to her own clit, her fingers rubbing frantically. Luna, still under the potion’s influence, mirrored her actions, their bodies moving in a silent symphony of lust. The sensation of Snape’s cock in her ass was too much, and Ginny’s orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her body shaking with the force of it. Luna watched, her own desire spiking as she felt her friend’s climax, and she knew she wouldn’t be far behind.
Snape pulled out of Ginny with a wet pop, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He looked down at the two trembling girls, a sneer playing at the corners of his mouth. He knew they were his to command, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.
Ginny looked up at him, her eyes glazed with a mix of pain and pleasure. She knew what he wanted, what the enchantment demanded of her. She leaned in, her mouth watering at the sight of his still-hard cock, and took him into her mouth again. She could taste herself on him, along with the faint hint of Luna’s ass. The flavor was strange, but it only served to heighten her arousal.
Snape’s eyes rolled back in his head as she sucked him hard, her tongue flicking over his sensitive head. Luna watched, her own desire rekindling as she felt the enchantment’s power weaving through her. She reached out and stroked his balls, feeling them tighten with every pass of her tongue.
With a guttural roar, Snape pulled out and painted their eager faces with ropes of his hot cum. Ginny’s eyes went wide, but she didn’t flinch. Instead, she leaned in closer, her tongue darting out to catch the sticky mess. Luna followed suit, their mouths meeting over his cock in a sloppy kiss that was half lust, half desperation.
They licked and sucked him clean, their tongues swirling around the head of his cock, savoring the taste of his release. The enchantment thrummed through them, a dark symphony of pleasure that grew stronger with every touch. Snape’s eyes were closed, his head thrown back in ecstasy as he felt their mouths worshipping him.
When he was clean, he pulled away, his cock still hard and demanding. He looked down at them, his expression unreadable. “You will both be punished for this,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.
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