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The Grind (And Helping Heather Potter) Ch.11
🕑 Added 2023-08-05 23:43:18 +0000 UTC[AN: Just a note for Patreon. I went back and changed something in Ch.9. Lucius Malfoy died in the World Cup Riot so the Rita Skeeter-Prophet scene goes a bit differently.]
Being addressed as ‘Professor Gamer’ woke me up as if I’d just mainlined a whole pot of coffee, “Uh… why did you call me that?”
The girl who could have passed for Fae and had just appeared in my dreams cocked her head to the side, “It says so right above your head.”
“Perhaps you should come inside…” I suggested, stepping out of the way in an obvious invitation.
“Thank you, Professor Gamer. That is very kind of you,” The girl said politely, seemingly unfazed by the fact that she could see the System floating over my head.
She stepped inside my room and I directed us over to the pair of Lazy Boys. We both sat down and the girl bounced happily and carefreely as she did.
“Oh! How wonderfully quaint! Are these chairs stuffed with clouds, perhaps?”
“Not… that I’m aware of. I wouldn’t immediately dismiss it as a possibility though. They are conjured chairs and magic does work in mysterious ways, doesn’t it?”
She nodded enthusiastically, “Oh, yes, it does! Sometimes it goes ‘whoosh’ and sometimes it’s more like ‘crinkle crackle’. Your magic is more ‘thrumpy thrumpy’ though…”
“What’s your name, Love?” I asked, still somewhat unnerved by this girl’s apparent Sight. She did seem like a delightfully odd joy to talk to though.
“Luna Lovegood, Professor Gamer. Thank you for asking for it instead of trying to abscond with it like some sort of rascal,” Her smile was almost blindingly bright and just as captivating as the rest of her.
“Please, call me Atlas, Luna,” I said.
“Okay, Atlas!” Luna agreed cheerfully. “Have you shrugged recently?”
“I… have…” As amusing as she was, I didn’t let myself get too caught up in Luna’s flow. “Now, what did you need my help-… Luna? Where are your shoes?”
“They’ve been stolen! In a dastardly heist! I believe my dormmates have begun working with the Nargles! They’ve even somehow managed to lock me out of the Ravenclaw tower as well! But turnabout is fair play! So I’ve decided to enlist your help, Professor Gamer!” Luna was still as seemingly cheerful as she was before my question but I thought I saw something dark beneath it all… as if her perky energy was just a mask to hide bone-deep weariness and hurt.
“I see…” I hedged consideringly. “Luna, are you being bullied?”
All of a sudden, Luna shrunk in on herself until she looked like a completely different girl than the one who’d entered my room, “No… It’s not bullying… It can’t be. It’s just growing pains and harmless pranks… Mommy said I won’t always get along with everyone because our family sees things differently… B-But I just have to keep trying, right…?”
“Oh, Luna,” My heart broke for her.
My wand moved before my mind did, levitating Luna and floating her over to settle into my lap. She started slightly at the sudden movement and contact but quickly melted into my embrace. She held onto my shirt like a lifeline. Then the sniffles started. I cradled her close, uncaring of propriety at the moment.
The sudden shift from the perky, eccentric girl to the oh-so-small, lonely waif-in-denial broke down any social norms or barriers that might have been between us in an instant. I hardly knew Luna but the only thing I wanted right now was to make sure she knew she wasn’t alone.
Luna didn’t seem like a dull girl. Yet she was so obviously lonely and isolated that she was willing to deny the only real explanation for the way her Housemates were treating her. An act of theft was not a ‘growing pain’. Locking someone out of their room at night was not a ‘harmless prank’.
I rocked her back and forth in my lap, cooing and giving her what must have been the first bit of physical affection she’d seen in a long time. How had no one noticed this girl’s pain? How had Luna fallen through the cracks in the system? Indignation rose in my heart on her behalf. It seemed I would have to have words with Dumbledore and Flitwick.
Even after she stopped sniffling and her tears dried, Luna didn’t make a move to leave my lap. She clung to me like a limpet, seemingly content to never move again. She’d found somewhere safe and like a rabbit, she was burrowing and making herself at home there.
“Luna, would you like a new pair of shoes?” I asked.
“… I would,” Luna answered me softly, still unable to recover the perky energy and eccentric enthusiasm that she’d been using as a facade.
“Would these work?”
I conjured a pair of fluffy, white, rabbit-themed slippers onto her feet. She wiggled them, staring down almost as if she was in awe.
Some life returned to her voice, “Could you give them horns…?”
It was a strange request but I complied. Now, the slippers looked like unicorn bunnies.
“They’re perfect,” Luna whispered. “Thank you, Professor Gamer. I knew you could help…”
“Atlas, Luna, call me Atlas,” I gently reminded her. “Let’s get you to bed. You’ve had a long night. I’m sure I can manage to unlock the Ravenclaw tower for you.”
“Nnnnn,” Luna shook her head, making a vague sound of refusal. “Don’t wanna… And I’m not tired…”
I sighed but changed tactics, “Then how would you like to stay with me? I will freely offer you sanctuary in my quarters. You can stay as long as you like. If this happens again, tell me. I’ve already decided that I’ll be talking to the Headmaster and your Head of House about your situation in the morning.”
Luna grew unexpectedly frantic at my words, “Don’t! P-Please, don’t… I-I don’t want to draw attention to myself… Even if it means catching the Nargles, it’ll just make things worse. People will blame me and others might join in…”
There was some truth to her words. Snitching rarely worked on bullies. They would only see it as a weakness on her part. It would just give them more motivation and ammunition to work against Luna. Especially since, knowing him as I thought I did, Flitwick would make the punishment public and collective to try and make an example.
He might mean well but that would only turn the whole House against Luna. And considering how Flitwick and Dumbledore had already failed her, I was hesitant to go to them for a solution. They had years of experience with situations like this from a teacher’s point of view but they lacked first-hand experience on the fallout of their punishments from the student’s perspective. Their methods of punishment would likely only cause further harm to Luna’s reputation and well-being.
As a recent graduate and fresh Professor, I felt I had a better perspective of the situation. I knew more about how the students thought and felt because I’d just finished living through it. A bullying situation like this one called for a more direct solution.
“Okay, if that’s what you want, I won’t ask Dumbledore or Flitwick for help with your situation, Luna,” I said. I would still have to at least report it though. I kind of had to if I wanted to keep my job.
“In return,” I continued. “I want to teach you how to defend yourself. I want to teach you how to deal with any trouble you find yourself rather than relying on others.”
Luna perked up at my concession and perked up further at what I wanted for her in return, “You’ll teach me how to exterminate the Nargles and Wrackspurts infesting Ravenclaw Tower?”
“I’ll teach you how to defend yourself and handle any situation on your own. What you do with that knowledge and ability is up to you,” I said noncommittally. “Just know that I’ll have your back whatever you do.”
“I see,” Luna nodded faux-sagely. “Professor Gamer is not yet powerful enough to openly show his favor but he is also unwilling to abandon his allies to the wicked creatures of Hogwarts Castle.”
“That’s…” I paused. “Not entirely wrong. But I also want you to know that you can deal with this situation yourself. That you are strong, stronger than any of them. That your fate is in your hands and that you can change things. I’ll give you the tools so that all you need is the will, Luna.”
Luna considered that for a moment before her eyes lit up with a fire of determination, life, and purpose that I didn’t know was missing until now, “Teach me, Professor Gamer! I shall become your greatest sidekick and ally-… No! Your greatest Henchman!… Henchwoman? Yes!”
I chuckled incredulously, “Do you happen to read comic books perchance, Luna?”
“Oh, yes!” Luna beamed. “The Muggle world has such a glorious collection of non-fiction material to learn from!”
“I-…” I stopped myself before I could correct her. “Yes… yes, it does.”
“Now I just need a supervillain name,” Luna mused happily to herself. “Hmm, if Atlas is Professor Gamer… Ah! Henchwoman Vtuber!”
“What does ‘Vtuber’ mean?” I asked, confused and curious.
Luna waved off my question, “Just a made-up word that came to me all of a sudden. I’m sure it’s not important.”
She raised her fist to the sky and dramatically declared, “Together, Professor Gamer and Henchwoman Vtuber shall take over the Wizarding World!”
IIIII
Me and Luna’s conquest of the Wizarding World started rather uneventfully.
We stayed up late that first night and I taught her some charms and spells I thought would be essential for her. Simple things like Scourgify to clean her things if they were dirtied by bullies or the beginnings of the Summoning Charm so she would be able to call lost items to herself.
My initial impressions of Luna were quickly proved correct. She was anything but dull. Her method of learning was… unique to say the least though. It was something that would’ve only worked for her.
It also furthered my suspicion that she had some form of the Sight. She watched me intently as I demonstrated the spell, asking me if I could do them silently and even wandlessly as well. Her eyes seemed to almost glow as she watched and it felt as if she was looking directly at my magic.
Once she was satisfied with my demonstration, Luna would try the spells herself. She copied my movements perfectly, seemingly from sight alone, and managed to get the Scouring Charm on her first attempt. The Summoning Charm took a bit longer but she got the hang of that one remarkably fast as well. By the end of the first night, she could summon anything she could see to herself.
She later explained what she was doing when I asked. Much of the details were lost in translation due to Luna’s eccentricity — meaning a lot of strange onomatopoeia when she tried to explain what she was doing with her magic — but I thought I got the jist of it.
Luna explained that her Sight didn’t actually allow her to see the future. Instead, it showed her things that were usually hidden such as the movements of magic or elusive creatures. Her Sight also seemed to give her the uncanny ability to copy anything she Saw. Considering it was able to show her a tiny bit of the System — something I thought of as a miracle of magic —, Luna’s Sight was a scary ability.
We did run into a bit of a problem when we finally went to sleep. No matter how much I tried to give Luna the bed, she refused to sleep alone.
“Henchwomen are under the Professor in all things. Even sleeping,” Luna explained matter-of-factly as if that justified everything.
“I’m not going to sleep on top of you, Luna,” I deadpanned back.
Luna pouted, “Aww, pooh… Can I sleep on top of you then?”
As tempting as that mental image was… “Please don’t. Look, if you don’t want me to conjure another bed, we’ll sleep together. But hands to yourself, young lady!”
Luna clapped her hands happily and skipped over to the bed, somehow shedding clothes as she went. By the time she dove under the covers, she was only clad in tiny panties and a little slip of a bra.
“Clothing, Luna!” I declared, somewhere between scandalized and facepalming.
“Good point! Why are you still wearing it?” Luna cocked her head curiously. I was already starting to suspect that she wasn’t anywhere near as innocent as she seemed.
I didn’t have a good retort to that, too stun-locked by Luna’s unflappable nature. That was when I knew I’d never win an argument against her. Nothing ended up happening that first night but I did learn that Luna was a clingy sleeper.
In the morning, the first thing I did was report last night’s findings to Flitwick and Dumbledore. I had to almost physically restrain Flitwick from going on a warpath. I managed to convince him by telling him Luna wanted to solve the issue herself and that I was helping her with that process. Also by being blunt about what I thought would happen if he went off and brought undue attention to Luna by publicly punishing the whole House.
He didn’t like it but he accepted my reasoning. He made sure to make it plainly clear that Luna would have his aid as well as mine should she want it.
Dumbledore’s reaction was a little bit more unexpected…
“Are you aware Hogwarts has a bullying problem?” I asked bluntly after managing to secure time alone with him in his office.
Dumbledore took off his glasses, rubbing his nose and suddenly looking every one of his 113 years, “Which student are you referring to in particular, Atlas? Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Potter? Mr. McLaggen? Perhaps a prank of the Weasley twins that got out of hand already?”
“Luna Lovegood,” I said. “You knew?”
Dumbledore nodded sadly, “I know about every single altercation that takes place in these halls. And it pains me greatly — more than you could possibly know — that I cannot do anything to prevent them.”
“Why not?!” I demanded hotly.
Dumbledore explained in a weary, worn voice, “Unfortunately, the Headmaster of Hogwarts is just as much a political position as it is an educational one. That goes doubly so for me thanks to my other appointments. I simply cannot be seen showing favor to one student over another. Even for my favorite students like young Heather and her friends, I can only do so much and what I can do is only due to her pre-existing fame.
“The Board of Governors is constantly breathing down my neck. They are composed of the heads of long-standing Pure-Blood families who will jump at any chance to curb my power and influence. They believe in leaving the younger generation to solve their issues amongst themselves. Any steps I take to punish the offenders will be seen as me infringing upon that tradition.”
“That’s… That’s utter bullshite!” I raged. “Screw tradition! Students are suffering! If you can’t do something about it, I will!”
Dumbledore smiled, “And that is why I have teachers like you, Atlas. When I am limited, you may act in my stead. Whatever you end up doing, know that you have my unofficial blessing. Though, I do so hope that you will keep your response proportional…”
IIIII
Time passed as it tends to do. My classes continued to be successful, though I fell into more of an assisting role after the first week’s revision. I aided in classes from Charms and Transfiguration to Ancient Runes and DADA. Perhaps unsurprisingly, Septima laid the biggest claim to my time as Assistant Professor.
< +1 to Charms, +1 to Transfiguration, +2 to DADA, +3 to Conjuration for Your Duties as Assistant Professor >
< Charms 48+1=49/100, Transfiguration 49+1=50/100, DADA 45+2=47/100, Conjuration 38+3=41/100 >
Outside of classes, I received a steady stream of students asking for more personalized help. I saw to my duties as the Castle’s defacto tutor with glee. It always raised my spirits to work with and help students on an individual level. The fact that a large majority of those asking for my time as a tutor were female students did worry me somewhat but none made advances as obvious or blatant as Lavender and Parvati did on the first day.
My cohabitation with Luna continued to progress and develop. The very next day, she’d moved into my quarters. I couldn’t find the will or desire to reject her. Especially not as I got a better idea of what she was going through in her own dorm. Teenage girls could be so cruel…
We’d run into a few issues living together but nothing that couldn’t be overcome. She still insisted on sleeping in the same bed as me and on sleeping mostly naked. I’d seen and felt enough of Luna to last a lifetime and I didn’t regret a second of it. Thankfully, Septima didn’t have a problem with Luna staying with me, quickly accepting the uniquely gifted girl and practically adopting her as I had.
Her training also continued to progress well. Luna picked up new spells and concepts at an incredible pace. She was a practical monster and just genuinely smart on a theoretical level when I got her to apply herself. It was getting to the point that I believed she would be my magnum opus as a teacher. In the short month we’d lived and trained together, she worked her way all the way up to casting Sixth Year Charms and Fifth Year DADA spells. Her other practical subjects weren’t lagging behind by much either.
She bloomed beautifully when someone actually paid attention to her and humored her. She was a funny, whimsical, intelligent girl with poor impulse control and self-esteem. I was doing my best to curb both of those issues. She could also be rather racy and lewd as exemplified by our first night together and several other situations like it…
“What are you doing, Luna?” I asked kindly, careful to keep the exasperation out of my tone.
“Why, isn’t it obvious?” Luna’s response was completely free of guilt and the very concept of wrongdoing. “I’m checking you over for Wrackspurts while you sleep! Hmm, I can’t find any so that’s good… But you do seem to have a build-up of White Swimming Seedlings here…”
Luna’s words would have evoked a visceral reaction in any man. Especially considering her position laying on my legs and staring intently at my crotch…
“Luna… are you saying that I have invisible creatures in my balls??” I asked tensely.
Luna quickly put my worries at ease, “What? No, don’t be silly. White Swimming Seedlings is just a metaphor for all of your pent-up semen. That’s not healthy, you know. Isn’t Professor Septima taking care of you enough?”
I didn’t even try to hide my sigh of utter relief, “I guess not.”
Luna hummed, “Hmm… Oh! How nice of her!”
A foreboding feeling swelled in my gut. Before I could ask what Luna meant by that, my boxers were pulled down and little Atlas sprang out, ready and eager to play. It stood tall, shadowing and obscuring almost half of Luna’s face. She went cross-eyed staring at it and I shivered at the feeling of her breath on my sensitive skin.
Still, I tried to stay calm, “Luna? I think you should put that back where you found it…”
“Nuh-uh,” Luna refused almost petulantly. “Septima let you get pent-up as a present for me!”
“I don’t-… Mmph!” I grunted as Luna tried to wrap a dainty hand around my girth. “I don’t think that’s true.”
“Then we’ll have to agree to disagree,” Luna pouted. “Now, lay back and let me join your coven, Professor Dummy Gamer!”
I sighed, “I should have known you would know about that… Are you sure about this?”
“Positive!” Luna beamed, her smiling saying more than words ever could.
As I was coming to realize was the norm, I couldn’t find the will nor desire to ever refuse Luna, “On your head be it. But I hope you know you don’t have to do this. Septima and I will take care of you either way. We’re happy to have you in our lives no matter what.”
“You’re bad at this, Atlas. That just makes me want to do this more,” Luna giggled.
“Do you want me to guide you or did you want to figure this out yourself?” I asked, giving up on the idea of stopping this.
Luna shook her head, “I’ve got this! I watched Septima relieve you when you two thought you were alone!”
I honestly wasn’t surprised at all that Luna had spied on us. Wait, did that mean… Oh, Merlin…!
Luna opened her mouth wide with an audible “Ahh!” and tried to plunge her head down my length. She made it a third of the way down before abruptly stopping to gag and choke. Yeah, she’d learned about giving head by watching Septima who was most definitely an anomaly of a Witch in that respect. Luna didn’t naturally lack a gag reflex as Septima did. She quickly found that just because she could copy the movements, didn’t mean she would have all of the same natural advantages as the person she was copying.
She drew herself back and glared at my cock like it was an offending enemy, “Why didn’t that work?!”
“Luna, Love, take it at your own pace. This isn’t something you can just copy at a glance. Everyone’s different when it comes to things like this,” I consoled her.
Luna looked up at me sheepishly, “Uh, then… do you mind guiding me after all?”
I smiled down at her, “Sure, Love. Why don’t you start by just licking it and stroking it a bit?”
Luna obeyed, wrapping her other hand around my base so she could fully encircle me. Her tongue darted out cautiously to lap at my cock as if she was afraid it would bite her again. I reached down to brush her hair back out of her face, gently gathering it in my hand and holding it out of the way. Her eyes darted upward to look into mine, asking for approval.
“You’re doing good,” I nodded. “See? You just have to pay it the proper respect.”
Something unidentifiable lit up in Luna’s eyes when I said ‘respect’. Her movements became more eager, lavishing me with care and attention as best she could. The way she touched me was tender and the look in her eyes beneath the weight of my cock was practically worshipful.
Her tongue bathed my cock with slick warmth. Her hands cradled me as if trying to coax even more hot blood into my shaft. Slim, soft lips laid loving kisses on every inch of skin they could reach. It was like Luna decided to devote everything she was at the moment to servicing my manhood. My balls churned and clenched, somehow flooding my nervous system with even more arousal at the thought.
Eventually, I was able to direct Luna up to the tip of my cock. Something that was made almost difficult by how utterly fascinated and entranced she seemed to be with just worshipping it. If I left her to her own devices, I was sure Luna would spend all day between my legs just kissing and holding my cock.
“Ready to try this again?” I asked. “Just remember to take it slowly.”
Luna nodded, barely hesitating with that almost worshipful light in her eyes, “Okay, Atlas.”
She opened her mouth and dipped her head, directing my cockhead to lay across her lolling tongue. I felt myself throb and leak a bit onto that smooth oral organ. Luna hummed at my taste, curiosity quickly turning to appreciation. Then her lips closed the rest of the way around me and she began to suck as if she was trying to pull more of that taste through a straw.
I groaned, “Oh, Maeve and Morgana!”
Luna giggled around my cock at my exclamation, looking up at me with eyes that saw more than they should. Her head bobbed downward, lips stretching to take more of me into her mouth. The insides of her cheeks hugged me and her tongue tickled my tip. The warmth engulfing my cockhead was so much that I was almost sure I could feel the blush on her face from inside of her mouth.
Before either of us knew it, Luna reached the place she’d failed earlier. About a third of my cock sat in her mouth and my tip tickled her tonsils. She glared at my cock with pride and determination and I didn’t manage to stop her before she plunged herself farther forward.
Thankfully, this time she wasn’t immediately stopped by the limitations of her body. She still gagged and choked slightly but her throat opened up to accept me deeper. I pushed myself up onto my elbows just so Luna could see what she was doing to me. My eyes fluttered shut and a long moan escaped my lips.
When my eyes opened again, I found Luna staring up at me with stars and sparkles in her eyes. She looked like someone had just given her the whole world. My hand seemed to naturally gravitate back to her hair, pulling it back out of her face. She leaned into my touch and made a little thankful sound that was muffled by the slab of meat between her lips.
Luna didn’t go much deeper on my length, seemingly content with having conquered what she’d choked on at first. She did dip her head a bit lower, maybe taking an extra inch but that was about it. She suckled on a portion of me and used her small, soft, warm hands to take care of the half she couldn’t fit into her mouth.
She looked so dutiful, so devoted, and so damned adorable taking care of my cock. I might as well have been in Heaven. Luna worshipped my cock as if that was all she ever wanted to do. Her lips drew back to my tip, nibbling there for a moment before diving back down. Her fingers gripped me and her palms glided across my flesh.
“G-Good girl,” I praised Luna with a shuddering breath. “You’re a natural. If you keep that up, I’ll cum pretty soon.”
At my warning, Luna abruptly pulled herself off me. My cock left her lips and before I could say more than “Wha…?”, she was climbing up my prone body. She perched herself above my still-throbbing cock, took aim, and plunged herself down my length again. Only this time, she used her lower lips to swallow my cock…
Luna’s body went still with the sudden penetration. Her hands rested on my chest, supporting her weight. Her head bowed and I could feel her legs trembling at my side as she straddled me. I didn’t fare much better, suddenly engulfed by smothering heat and the clinging tightness of slick inner walls.
“Luna! What are you doing?!” I barely managed to get that question out.
“I-I-… Hah…” Luna stuttered and panted. “I d-didn’t want it t-to go to w-waste… Y-You c-can only cum I-inside me… D-Dicks and P-Pussies are best friends… T-They belong together…!”
“I don’t want to get you p-pregnant-… Oh, Hell!” I exclaimed as Luna clenched around me. “I’m not going to breed you while you’re still a student, Luna!”
“I know,” Luna said, regaining her bright smile as she adjusted to me stretching her out. “This is just practice!”
“You can not possibly tell me that cumming inside you is ‘practice’!” I protested.
Luna whined, grinding herself down onto me, “But it isssssss~ I’m sure the coven is going to need you to provide us with many, many offspring! And this way, Professor Septima and I can get you ready for when you’re inevitably assaulted by your wicked students as well! Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy this just as much as me!”
“T-That’s not the point!” I blustered.
Luna stuck her tongue out at me, “Well, I’m not getting off so you better know how to cast the Contraception Charm.”
I tried to resist. I really did. I never stood a chance, “Haaaaa… Fine. But! This isn’t practice. If we’re gonna do this, you’re going to know damn well that I’m coming to truly care for you, Luna. I’d be happy to have you in my coven, my family. You’ll never be ‘practice’.”
A happy little blush and smile came across Luna’s face, “I see…”
She started grinding herself back and forth on my lap and I realized I had to act quickly just to be safe. Thankfully, I did know the Contraception Charm. Septima usually took care of that part of our intimate preparations though so I didn’t have much practice with it. By some miracle, I managed to pull it off without my wand and with just a whispered word.
Luna seemed to take my casting the spell as permission to truly start moving. She wrenched herself up my length with obvious effort. I placed my hands on her hips to help her. Just because she’d gotten somewhat used to my size when she was stationary did not mean she was ready to jump right into vigorous fucking.
She didn’t seem to agree with that thought though. Once she reached the apex of her movement, she threw herself back down so that her butt slapped against my thighs. A keening moan tore itself from her throat and her limbs seemed to give out on her then and there.
“Keep going,” Luna whispered, eyes squeezed shut as tightly as her pussy was squeezing around me.
I tentatively complied with her request, picking her back up off my shaft but not going nearly as far as she did. Then I slowly lowered her. Luna whimpered and came on the spot from the way I manhandled her petite body. Her insides clenched around me, seemingly sucking me farther into her depths.
I tried to pause to give her a moment to recover but the way she writhed in my grip told me that moment wouldn’t be appreciated. She wanted more. More of this new sensation. More of this intimacy. More of this intensely pleasurable Connection.
She shakily pushed herself up again, aided by my hands around her waist. When she allowed herself to drop, her head fell back and she exclaimed her euphoria to existence itself.
Her inner walls rippled around me. Another spurt of arousal drenched the bed beneath us. I struck deep and stuck there until Luna moved again. Eventually, she settled into a rhythm. Up and down, accompanied by little rolls of her hips to scrap my cock along every new pleasure spot she found.
The only thing I could do was lay back and let Luna ride me like a woman possessed. Her movement grew frantic and erratic as she came over and over again. Each time she did, her inner walls would clench and clamp down on my shaft, milking me and trying to convince my cock to spill its seed inside of her.
My hands began to roam her body, trying to add to her pleasure in any way I could. Her smallish breasts were cupped in my hands. Her surprisingly plump bubble butt molded under the attention of my groping palms. The muscles of her soft, slim stomach quivered beneath my touch and I could have sworn I felt the bulge of my cock inside her through them.
“I’m getting close,” I warned with a grunt after losing track of how many orgasms Luna’d had.
“Do it~” Luna begged with a breathy, erotic moan. “Shoot everything inside me~ Mark me with your seed~ Claim me for the coven~! I’m yours, Atlas~!”
The way she looked me in the eye as she said that as if she was staring directly into my soul was what sent me flying over the edge. The metaphorical dam within me didn’t so much break as it did explode. White-hot pleasure and electricity rushed up my length into Luna’s core.
My whole body tensed as my mind practically exploded with sensation. Throb after throb, spurt after spurt, I poured everything I had into Luna. Lewd rapture took over her face. A seemingly neverending feedback loop formed as Luna was sent tumbling into nirvana alongside me.
She fell onto me, limbs unable to keep supporting her. I held her to my chest through it all as our combined peaks formed an unshakeable connection between us. It was several full-on minutes of ecstasy before we could do anything other than cum together.
Luna panted into my chest, clutching me tightly as if she would never let go. I held her just as firmly, feeling much the same way. Of course, every perfect moment has an ending and for me, it came in the form of multiple System notifications.
< New Coven Member Initiated >
< Coven Members (2): Septima Vector, Luna Lovegood >
< New Perk Unlocked >
< Lovegood’s Good Loving: Magical Sensitivity Increased by 25% >
< +3 to Awareness, +5 to Perception, +10 to Divination Due to Luna Lovegood’s Natural Talents Being Partially Shared With the Coven >
< Awareness 19+3=22/100, Perception 17+5=22/100, Divination 1+10=11/100 >
< +3 to Seduction >
< Seduction 41+3=44/100 >
“How much of that did you See?” I asked Luna, curious how her Sight reacted to System notifications right in front of her.
Luna’s sparkling eyes peeked up at me from her head’s place on my chest, “Of Professor Gamer’s superpower? A bit, I think… You went kinda ‘ding!’ for a second there.”
I wasn’t expecting much but… “Any chance you have an idea of what it is? My ‘superpower’?”
“Nope!” Luna denied happily, still carefree and giddy from our intimacy. “But don’t worry. It’s part of you so it can’t be bad! And it’s what makes you Professor Gamer!”
I sighed, forcing it out of my mind for now. Luna snuggled closer, helping me mostly ignore the mystery of my System. Hopefully, the Grind would eventually provide a more concrete answer than ‘Magic!’ and ‘It’s a part of you!’…
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dryskies_btb
Maybe. I do still want a villain for most of the story. Like, obviously Voldemort is the overall villain but I need one for the MC to clash with until he returns (and is subsequently killed immediately again). On the other hand, killing off Lucius opens up avenues to change the political sphere of Britain and has actual consequences for Fudge. And I think I like the idea of having Fudge as the more low-key villain instead of Lucius. Lucius is obviously dangerous, Fudge is more unexpected. But he still holds a lot of power in the Wizarding World and a cornered animal is dangerous. Especially if he finds out Atlas was the one to kill his Malfoy sugar daddy.
Pope Yoda I
Good chapter, though I think killing off Lucius this early is a mistake. It's a villain plotline that could add greatly to the story if used correctly, instead of just offing him off screen. Why not have MC, say, blow his head off in the graveyard at the end of Year 4? Or after Lucius confronts him with some buddies after MC fucks his wife?
Alorim
Ah. Widowing the MILF. Classic.
