Luna entered Nymphadora Tonks' office with confidence. "I require a tutor," she firmly stated. Tonks was impressed with her brashness, completely the opposite of how Hermione had addressed her.
"Well well, I never took you as the type that needed help with academics," she teased, "I suppose I can find someone on staff who can-"
"I want Harry Potter," Luna declared, "I want Harry Potter as my private tutor."
Tonks conceded, "I suppose he is the popular model currently. When exactly are you available?"
The next day, Harry had been assigned to assist Luna Lovegood in her "studies." The only thing that perplexed him was the place in which they were to meet. Usually school grounds were forbidden from being used at night, but there just so happened to be a loophole where teachers and accompanied students could travel freely. Even so, the woods hardly seemed like the most ideal place for a woman who wanted to be "tutored." Luna was always an odd one, but Harry found her eccentricities very endearing, and that wasn't the only thing attractive about her.
Like Hermione, she too had blossomed in her late teens, albeit in rather unexpected ways. While her bust was only on par with Hermione and her figure had remained trim, it was her gorgeous mane that flourished. Stretching down past her waist, Luna's fair skin and pure white hair made her resemble a nymph more than a witch. She would've put a few veelas to shame if she didn't choose to wear such frumpy clothes all the time. Harry exited the castle and made the long trip down to the forest ground. There waiting for him was Luna herself, radiant as ever. Seeing him arrive, Luna greeted Harry with a great big hug.
Harry couldn't help but smile, his cheeks blushing from the friendly gesture. She took him by the hand and led him into the forest. The moon was so bright that it illuminated the forest floor as if God itself was lending a light just for them. Harry grew wearisome the longer they walked and the farther away they became from Hogwarts castle. He had to ask, "Are you taking me somewhere to show me something?"
"No," she replied with a slight giddy in her voice, "I just wanted to take our lesson out here." The ground was soft and flat, having been trampled by legions of centaurs for hundreds of years. It made the perfect place to sit comfortably.
Luna stopped in the middle of a nondescript part of the forest, knowing they were far enough away where no one could hear them. She walked behind a tree and reappeared on the other side, her clothes having magically disappeared. Harry could see the full elegance of Luna's naked form, perfect in every way. The moon reflected off her pale skin, making her practically glow. He could see that her groin bared whiskers of white, not completely shaven, but trimmed to a pleasant appearance. Harry's eyes must've been playing tricks on him by now because he could've sworn her hair twinkled like a unicorn's mane. If somebody had told Harry that Luna was a moonlight princess, he would have a hard time disproving them.
She spoke, "Am I coming on too strong?"
He choked, "N-no, I mean, you're um..r-ravishing."
Luna put her hands to her hips, "What part of me is so ravishing?"
"You're, um..I mean, you're-um," this was just not Harry's week. The adonis who once fucked a teacher in the middle of an entire class was tripping over himself after seeing one girl naked. This is just like what happened with Hermione. He figured maybe it was because of his friendship with her that made things awkward, but Luna was proving that it wasn't just a fluke. Regardless, his stammering was exactly the answer she was looking for.
Luna slowly stepped closer, "Don't you think it's a bit unfair?"
"Unfair how?," he nervously asked.
"Because I'm already in the nude while you still haven't taken off your trousers," she pointed out. "Perhaps you could be a gentleman and…join me?", she offered. Harry's sink or swim instincts kicked in and started scrambling for his top. Luna got a nice eyeful of his lean abs as he struggled to flip the shirt over his head. Harry finally managed to get the garment off his torso and was going for his fly. "Stop," she commanded, "Let me get a good look." Luna circled around him like a vulture, tracing his collar bone with her finger. Taking a look at his back, she placed her hands on his shoulder and squeezed. Feeling his bulging muscles and marveling at the man he had become.
His many battles had forged him into a predominately male warrior. She messaged his sides and cooed in his ear, "I like this." Circling to his front, her hungry eyes scanned up and down his bare chest. Luna glanced up and noticed that Harry was still wearing his glasses. A pleasant reminder that the adonis standing before her was the same dork she'd been enthralled with all those years ago. She took pride in having witnessed his development, growing sexier and nubile alongside him as they transformed into adults. Like a faun maturing into a strong buck, she was ready to inaugurate the two of them into official grown-ups.
"If you don't mind," she said, reaching for his pants zipper, "I would like to do the honors." Harry had no objections to that and let her proceed. Luna got on her knees and opened his barn door with her teeth. Her hands found the hem of his boxers and yanked them down along with his pants. Freed from it's confines, Harry's stiff penis sprung upward in front of Luna's face, nearly boinking her in the nose. She found herself transfixed by it's structure; like a critic in an art gallery, she wanted to spend time analyzing this penis.
Harry was starting to feel a bit self-conscious with all the staring, "Is there..something wrong?"
"Not at all," she asserted, "I was just admiring the craftsmanship." As an aspiring zoologist, Luna was very familiar with animal penises and gauging their potential for breeding purposes. This was the first time she'd seen another one of her own species' up close, and boy was she happy to finally be aquatinted. Luna gingerly rubbed his shaft as if she were examining pottery, "I would say this phallus is about…6 inches in length?", she looked to Harry for an affirmation.
He became flustered, "I don't know, I never…measured."
"There's no reason to be upset," she reassured, "I'm just saying you have a very impressive penis."
Harry acted coy, "You think it's…good?"
"Quite," she smiled, "The shape of the bell-end is ideal for battering while the shaft is sturdy enough to provide excellent support wherever ramming is needed. Below, I can see your testicles are very potent, a useful feature to attract any passing female looking for a healthy offspring." She held his dick and balls aloft, "I can say, without a doubt, this is the best set of genitals I have ever laid eyes on. Would you mind using them on me?" Harry was still processing all that critical analysis of his dick before being pulled back to reality.
Luna swiveled on her knees and leaned on all fours, sticking her butt high in the air towards him. "What are you doing?", he asked.
"Presenting," she responded, "It's what all females do to show their desire to mate."
"But we're not animals," he replied.
"Aren't we?", countered Luna, "If you think about it, the human race is simply just another species of animal. Intelligence aside, we're both warm-blooded mammals like anything else on this planet. Look where we are, you think it was a coincidence that I dragged us all the way out here. In the forest, we can be as primal as we desire. So please, treat me like a bitch and do me."
Doggy-style was never Harry's preferred position, but damn if Luna didn't make it sound appealing. Harry removed the rest of his clothing from around his ankles and fully embraced the spirit of a wild, undomesticated human. He crawled on top of Luna and mounted her, carefully aiming his dick in the right hole. She felt his girth spread her insides apart, carving it's way into her heart at the same time. Having lost her maidenhead to dildos prior, Luna happily accepted every inch of his length without complaint. Only now, as it filled her to capacity, did she realize that she'd been subconsciously training all her life in preparation for this dick.
Harry whispered into her ear, "Is it everything you had hoped for?"
"Yeeeessssss," she squealed in ecstasy.
"What did you say about my dick?", he recalled, "Perfect for ramming? Aren't you a lucky one then." He slowly eased his dick out…and SLAMMED IT BACK IN! Luna felt him ram her vagina over and over again, relentless and unstoppable. This man had her in his clutches and he was not going to let go until he finished, stoking Luna's fetish even further. From a distance, it honestly did look like two wild animals mating in the forest, rutting as they satiated their lustful desires. She looked over her shoulder and saw the layer of sweat that was forming on his brow, making him glisten in the moonlight. The rank smell was proof that he was putting 110% into her, she loved the stench.
Thoughts of penises and abs entered her brain through her nostrils. His dick felt like a battering ram for her cervix, incessantly trying to storm her castle gates. Luna now knew what all those female deer felt like when she would watch them being mated with, and she was jealous that they were having all the fun up til now. Her breasts flopped beneath her chest, rhythmically swinging with his humping. Harry's hand grabbed one of Luna's tits and held it tight, kneading and messaging it like a water balloon. She assisted, "Don't put your hands there. If you need extra support, grab my shoulders and force me to the ground."
Harry became a little concerned, "But then you're face would be covered in the dirt. And your hair might get ruined. And your-"
Luna came a little, "God! Everything you say just turns me on even more," she cried.
"I'm not some delicate rose, Harry. I've never been afraid of getting a little dirty," she reassured him, "Now hold me down and ride my ass home." Harry reluctantly did as she said and pushed her shoulders down, pinning her into the soil. He felt a little bad for her, but all Luna could think about was the angle of his dick. It was exhilarating to be completely helpless while a feral beast had his way with her. She delighted in feeling him gently brush against her G-Spot, sometimes bashing into it entirely. Her butt made a wonderful cushion as Harry pounded over and over again, she could feel his twitching signaling his imminent release.
"Do it!", she howled, "Make me cuuuummmmmmm!" Luna wailed with pleasure, constricting her vagina and further milking his cock. Harry couldn't last and screamed just as loud as she did, making a mess inside her. His scorching seed painted her insides, leaving her utterly satisfied. She huffed and puffed into the dirt, unable to control her spasming pussy which continued to give her aftershocks. Luna rolled over, her flawless body smudged with dirt and grime. Harry felt cruel, he felt like he had pushed the boundaries of what was acceptable and taken advantage of his friend.
She cupped his cheeks with both hands and leaned his face in for a pleasant kiss. "You were wonderful," she commended.
"You're welcome," Harry blushed, sheepish over all the praise he'd been receiving tonight.
"Tell me," she continued, "Was I desirable?"
He was speechless, trying to put her beauty into a sentence was surprisingly difficult. Harry stammered, "I, uh, can't find the words."
"Give me some anyway," she booped his nose, saying "Boop" aloud as she did it. He froze, even with her tarnished skin, Luna was an unparalleled goddess and a massive cutie at the same time. A harsh feeling of regret flooded Harry and made him sit up to contemplate. It became utterly apparent that something was seriously wrong.
"This isn't like you," she sat up, "I've seen you face beasts and monsters without a twinge of fear, there's something bothering you." Luna brushed his hair to comfort him, "Would you like to tell me what you're afraid of?" Forget being a goddess, Luna was an angel. She'd always been the kindest and sweetest girl Harry knew. While others were put off by her queerness, Harry saw that she was truly a compassionate soul. Her charm easily rubbed off on him and made her one of his most trusted friends. She sat next to Harry and placed her hand on top of his, forgetting all about their state of undress.
"It hasn't been like this," he said, head in his hands, "I've never been this…flustered before and I don't get it. I've been around tons of women and I've been perfectly fine, I just..I don't get what's wrong with me."
Luna found herself in the role of acting therapist, "Has this happened before?"
He admitted, "Only with Hermione. Only with you and Hermione. I've been tripped all over you two and it's so embarrassing."
"What exactly do you mean by 'tripping' yourself?", she asked.
"Well, you know…," he blushed, "It's..I'm not as..calm. Ever since I reached 18, I've had encounters with scores of women." Over the course of the past year and a half, all manner of thirsty witches wanted a piece of the legendary Harry Potter. Dozens of mature women gave their bodies for a taste of that Chosen One dick after he became legal. He'd had sex with Narcissa Malfoy, Professor McGonagall, he even had conjugal visits with Bellatrix LeStrange. Tonks was just the latest in a long string of MILFs and cougars looking for time with the virile young wizard.
"Can you imagine how humiliating it is to suddenly lose your courage in front of the people you actually care about impressing?", he stressed.
Luna stood up, "I believe I have found the route of the problem. You haven't been making love with girls your own age, and it's terrifying. I can only imagine how uncanny your perception of sex was for the longest time if you've only had it with women twice your age." Harry had a startling revelation, could it have really been that simple all this time? "You haven't been able to be properly acquainted," she continued, "Much like a domesticated animal cannot survive in the wild after being in captivity for so long." She extended her hand to him, "Forgive me, but perhaps the one who needs tutoring the most all along, was you."
Harry felt like he'd failed his job, he was supposed to be the one entertaining ladies, only to end up getting schooled on Psychology. He apprehensively took her hand and was lifted to his feet, dejected. She wrapped her arms around his head and snuggled his face into her bosom. "There's no reason to be ashamed," quelled Luna, "You did an amazing job tonight and nobody can take that from you. I'd rather have my first time with Harry Potter than some boring male model anyway."
"But that name means so much more now," he confessed, "Everyone has expectations when they think of me."
Without warning, Luna proceeded to jump straight into Harry's arms. His strength held the weight of her delicate body, carrying her like a babe. "Well I don't want any other Harry Potter but you," she declared, her arms wrapped around his collar like a necklace. She gave his cheek a big wet smooch and snuggled her head into his neck, "Legend or not." Luna closed her eyes and pretended to fall asleep in his arms, her hair cascading down his arm and flowing on the gentle breeze. Harry could only think about how unbelievably cute she was, and what he wanted to do to her to ruin it.
"Is this you signaling you're ready for bed?", he asked, waiting for consent before putting his plan into action. His stiffy waited on baited breath for her response.
"Depends," she teased, "I might just fall asleep now unless you discover some way to keep me awake."
"Oooooooh," he replied, "I might have something in mind, so long as you promise to not let go."
"Why would I ever want to let go?", she reasoned. Getting the a-okay, Harry rotating Luna's body with her linked arms acting as a pivot, positioning her to his front. He then used his free hands to grab her legs and pry them open, spreading her wide and leaving her poor pussy defenseless.
His dick was pointed straight up, ready to shish-kabob her vagina. He lowered her torso on his cock and let gravity do the rest of the work. Luna's own weight caused her lower lips to swallow his tip before being force-fed his girth inch by inch. She couldn't tell if this was hellish torture or divine jubilation. Her body kept sliding down until the spike came to a natural end point, prodding her cervix like it wanted entry. Harry grabbed her armpits to keep her from sliding down further, concerned about his partner's safety. "Merlin's beard, you're gigantic," she exclaimed, "Where did you learn how to do that?"
"Was it sexy?", he excitedly asked.
Luna nuzzled his face, "The sexiest," she replied. Harry carefully moved his hands to her tiny little waist for a firm grip. He arced his groin back before shoving her pelvis down on his dick. The young witch felt like she was being used like a pocket pussy, and it was turning her on. She locked her legs around his waist and let Harry do all the work. Luna had heard rumors about men who could make love while standing up, but an educated guess told her that it had to be a myth. How happy she was to be wrong. His legs quivered and shook, using his strength to hold themselves up AND fuck Luna at the same time was taxing.
It was only a matter of time before his legs would have to give out, but for these brief moments, it was magical. Hanging on for dear life while being filled with cock ticked off several boxes on Luna's fetish list. The boy was determined to cum where he stood, plowing her pure pussy over and over. "Yes, ravage me, ravage me," she panted.
Harry couldn't believe his ears. "What was that?", he asked.
"Ruin me!", she screamed, "Plow my ass and make me limp." Who knew such an innocent soul could have such a filthy mouth. Harry was feeling his rock-hard dick quake, ready to blow his load inside her. His thrusts became more desperate and erratic, begging to find release. Luna was on the edge herself, ready to take a gallon of his semen if need be.
He gave a few hard slams before finally shooting like a geyser straight up her cunt. She secured her arms around his head even more, hugging his face tight while riding out her orgasm. Luna's lady parts strangled his member like a python and claimed his seed once more. Harry was getting woozier, that last nut took a lot out of him. His feet wobbled and were barely able to stand before they finally lost the battle. He landed on his ass with a comical thud, making a shivering Luna giggle before rolling off of him onto the dirt.
"Why don't we find a nice tree to crawl next to?," she offered groggily.
"But-," wheezed Harry, equally drowsy, "We have to get back to the common rooms."
"I don't think either of us have the constitution to make it back to the castle," said Luna, "Besides, I've slept naked before countless times." Harry didn't have the strength to argue and started dragging the two of them next to the nearest tree to sleep under. Despite her tired state, Luna's mind was still racing, "I've never slept naked with another man though." She closed her eyes and smiled, "What if I were to fall asleep before you and you decided to ravage my defenseless body. Just like Sleeping Beauty."
Harry's eyes suddenly widened with dread, "You…wouldn't do that to me, would you?"
"Of course not, that would be rape," she explained, "But if you did that to me, that would be hot." Luna was into some fucked up shit, her pure soul was in direct contrast with her unabashed lust. The strange part, however, was that Harry's cock had grown stiff again after hearing Luna's proposal. He quickly tried to hide it, but Luna had already seen, "I see you've already prepared yourself to take me in my sleep."
"I'm not into that," he stammered, "I swear."
Luna put her hand on his shoulder, "There's no need to apologize, everyone tries to pretend they don't have dirty secrets and unclean perversions. But in reality, everyone's got a kink. Here in the forest, the only people who exist are you and me. There's no one you need to gain approval from, I already know you're a good person. I have utter faith in you, Harry."
He thought about it for a little, "Well, I'm still not okay with doing you while you're so vulnerable."
"That's fine," she said, "I don't want to make you do something you aren't comfortable with. Even if the look on your face when I said it was super funny."
The oddest duck made for the cutest swan. Harry kissed her forehead and took her hand, "Maybe there's some way we can meet in the middle."
"Okay, but keep in mind, I might fall asleep soon anyway," she warned.
"Exactly," he said, propping her body back on top of his stomach as he laid against the tree, "If we fall asleep inside each other, we'd be on equal ground."
"Very well," she said, lining up his cock and lowering herself on it again, "See you in your dreams."
Luna began grinding on Harry's body, completely exhausted and ready to pass out. Harry grabbed her plump ass and started slowly rubbing it into his crotch. Her head slumped onto Harry's shoulder while her hips continued working. The pair let all their thoughts drift away, allowing their minds to descend into the void. Eventually, Harry and Luna fell asleep in each other's arms, but as it turned out, Luna wasn't being facetious. Harry was, indeed, dreaming about still being interlocked with Luna and she him. Having respective wet dreams about each other, the unconscious Harry remained rock hard while Luna's pussy instinctively tightened around Harry.
She got exactly what she wanted when, without warning, Harry came inside Luna. It was more of a bodily fluid release rather than anything sexy or attractive. His dick uncontrollably sputtered globs of cum inside her comatose body, neither of them even aware that it happened. Even the sudden pool of heat inside her went unperceived by Luna. Throughout the night, Harry and Luna would dream of being in various encounters and scenarios with each other, prompting their loins to go into erect states yet again. Periodically, he would cum again every few hours or so, even going so far as to literally "sleepfuck" at one point.
The unparalleled virility of Harry Potter could not be contained. Wizards for years to come would study his sexual prowess and try to find reasonable explanations, only to come to the conclusion that it was because he was Harry friggin' Potter why he was so hung. Luna and Harry on the other hand, couldn't care less about the how and why of it all. They were happy, happier than any couple were that night. She held her man tight, trusting him to keep her safe like a child with a big teddy bear. Harry held her close, promising to keep her warm into the night. The moon watched over the two lovers as they soundly slept and made love into the wee hours of the morning.
Unfortunately, Harry was not as pleasantly woken up, he and Luna having been found by a search party. A crowd of professors surrounded the pair, a disappointed McGonagall being present among them.
Luna woke with an adorable yawn and stretch, undeterred by their gazes of shame. "Good Morning Professor McGonagall," she said with a chipper attitude, "I'm sure you're wondering why Harry and myself are outside school grounds stark naked. The reason is we were making love last night in the woods. If you are looking for an apology, I have none to give as I have done nothing wrong. I was simply acting on my natural impulses and sought Harry's accompaniment in bed. As uncouth as it may sound, his cock feels absolutely wonderful inside me."
From the crowd, one of the other teachers stormed forward, "Young woman, have you no shame?!"
"Certainly not," said Luna, "In fact, if given the chance, I would most definitely do it again."
Harry found himself incredibly inspired, his biggest regret was not asking Luna out sooner. The teachers were unsure about where to go from here. A befuddled McGonagall stepped forward and perplexed, "F-five points from Ravenclaw?…and Gryffindor?"
"Oh, like anyone actually cares about the stupid points," a familiar voice rang from the back of the crowd. Weaving her way to the front, Tonks cheered, "In fact, just for that, I'm giving Ravenclaw and Gryffindor 10 POINTS cause what they did was metal as fuuuuuuuuuck."
"Nymphadora Tonks," shouted McGonagall, "You are setting a bad example to the children."
"Children?", Tonks looked back at Harry and Luna, "Those looks like some pretty old "children." If we can't let our students make their own decisions and fuck in the woods, what do we even have a school for? Or perhaps…you're just a bit jealous?"
McGonagall feigned ignorance, "I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about."
"Of course not," she smirked, leaning right into her face, "So maybe you should let bygones be bygones." Tonks turned to the rest of the teacher, "And besides, it's not like they were disrupting any of the other students. Nobody knows about this but us."
All the teachers agreed to let this go if everyone swore to never speak of it again. Unable to find either of their clothes, Harry and Luna were supplied concealing robes and secretly escorted back to the castle. As they walked, Luna whispered into Harry's ear, "I still don't have that limp you promised me."
He lowered his voice, "I don't remember making that promise."
"Let's just make it simple and agree that you did say that," she murmured.
Seeing no reasons argue her logic, Harry gave in, "See you next study session."
Luna chuckled, "Can't wait."
While none of the teachers spoke of that incident to any of the students, Tonks knew that none of them had to speak in order for the story to get out. Rumors started spreading throughout the school, first Hermione looking chipper, and now Luna giggling whenever she saw Harry. The more suspicious ones speculated about the connections between Harry Potter's "tutoring" and both girls suddenly being friskier afterward. Needless to say, an influx of students asking for Harry's time began rolling into Tonks' office. Harry would be a very busy lad this school year.