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When they meet again after so many years apart, Luna is as gorgeous as ever. Ethereal in her flower crown, Ginny is surprised, fascinated, when Luna approaches her, popping right in front of her and placing a hand on Ginny's elbow.
"Ginny! I'm so pleased to see you again!" she beams, nothing but sincerity in her long-lashed eyes. Ginny is all too happy to let Luna monopolize her time, and they spend the rest of the party together catching up. By the end of the night, Luna is pressed along her side, gazing at her half-lidded and downright lascivious. Ginny would never have guessed Luna to be capable of such a leer, but she is mesmerized by the attention. Leaning into Luna's space, her eyes flicker down to her mouth and up again.
"Ginny. I'd really like to kiss you now," Luna says, her sweet breath on Ginny's cheek.
"Mmm, yes, please," she murmurs back, and then they are kissing. Soft brushes of lips to start, then Luna slides a hand into Ginny's hair and pulls her close.
It's blissfully simple, and Ginny lets herself relax into the sensation. Several minutes later, Luna pulls away, tongue darting out to lick her lips.
"Do you think you might want to come home with me tonight?" Luna asks then, and Ginny goggles at her, her chin dropping into an open-mouthed grin.
"Have I surprised you again?" Luna asks, a dimple appearing in one cheek.
"Apparently so," Ginny answers with a smirk of her own. "And I'm very much looking forward to more." She squeezes Luna's hand and lets her lead them out of the party.
That first one-night stand quickly becomes a standing invitation. The sex is delicious, each encounter leaving Ginny in a daze.
After a particularly steamy rendezvous, Luna clings to a breathless Ginny, stopping her from standing as she reaches for her clothes.
Instead of asking her to spend the night, she says, "I want to see you in the morning." She's looking right through Ginny with her wide, silvery eyes. "Maybe I'll make some muffins."
Ginny laughs and runs a hand over Luna's arm, wrapped tightly around her waist. "You don't have to bribe me, Luna," she says, sinking back into her embrace. "I'm happy to stay over."
Luna smiles, a hint of white teeth peeking out over her red lips.
"Good." She presses a kiss to Ginny's shoulder and snuggles into the mess of their tangled hair. "I'd really like that."
As their relationship grows, Luna doesn't hide her affection. Luna boldly declares that she missed seeing Ginny, that she thought about her all day, or that she wants to take her out on a date. It isn't just a line, a come-on, or some inane attempt at flattery. It is the genuine truth.
It's so easy to be with Luna. There's no need to play games or guess where you stand. What you see is what you get, and Ginny settles into it like a warm bath at the end of a long day.
Several weeks after that first night, as they've calmed into something of a routine, Ginny is lying on the bed, Luna's face buried between Ginny's legs. Ginny is riding high, happy to be Luna's plaything. She traces her hands over her own ribs and breasts as Luna laves at her with all the focus of a seeker after a snitch.
Luna is a dream in bed. The devotion pours out of her in waves, worshipping Ginny's body up through an orgasm before starting again. It is heady, intoxicating even, to have someone that devoted, worshipping at her feet. Ginny tangles a hand into Luna's dirty-blonde hair, humping up into her mouth, pressing Luna tighter against her vulva as she laps around her clit, sucking it into her mouth and flicking it over her tongue.
Ginny is so very sensitive. She comes easily and often, crests of pleasure washing over her in droves. It is quite different to how Luna's body responds. Luna has to work for her orgasms, to Ginny's continuous disappointment and frustration.
Ginny is aghast when she learns Luna doesn't always come when she has sex, adamantly insisting Luna never let her get away with being a neglectful lover. Luna just laughs, that tinkling sound washing over her, smoothing a hand through Ginny's hair as she smiles languidly.
"I appreciate the dedication, Ginny. I've learned to get my satisfaction from pleasing others," she says, snaking her other arm across Ginny's hips. "And you are exceedingly satisfying," she murmurs into Ginny's collarbone, rolling on top of her.
Still, fantastic sex aside, sometimes Ginny wonders. Hearing her teammates swap stories of their kinky sex lives, tossing around language that Ginny would never admit sails over her head, she wonders if she could have more.
Jana is always telling stories of being tied up and played like a fiddle, giving up all control to her 'Daddy' and letting him take care of her. The girls on the team gush and guffaw and tease at each other—and Ginny wonders.
What would it be like to have her lover string her up tight and push all her buttons, sending her higher and higher, orgasm after orgasm until she's a sobbing wreck, overwhelmed with repeated climax? She presses her thighs together, trying not to squirm too visibly at Jana's latest exploits.
She's thought about it before when she teases herself to completion. She's tried drawing it out, but the curse of being quick to come is that she loses focus with the pleasure. When she brings herself off, it's usually swift and dirty, only a couple of minutes under the sheets with her favourite toy. Once or twice is all she has space for when she's alone in her foggy head.
It had never even occurred to her to ask Luna for that kind of help. To try and fulfil that vague fantasy she has of being dominated. How could she? Sweet soft Luna—taking on the role of her… domme? Ginny blushes even to think of it. And besides, Luna already does an amazing job taking care of her. She worships her body in bed, keeping her well-fed and relaxed when they're together.
So, of course, it's even more embarrassing when Luna manages to draw all those lurid fantasies right out of her. Plies her with wine and erotic massage, and asks her what she wants. Luna says it so sweetly while she's playing with her ass, spreading Ginny's cheeks and pressing between her holes. They spill out of her, each pornographic daydream, of wanting to surrender everything, to give herself over to someone else's control.
Luna hums thoughtfully, asking careful questions about what she'd like, what she wants, and Ginny can't help but run her mouth as Luna works one of their toys into her. By the time she's come half a dozen times, Ginny's completely drained. Wilting into the mattress beneath her, Luna covers Ginny first with a sheet, then lies beside her, one leg hitched up over Ginny's waist.
"I'm going to take such good care of you, Ginny."
"Oh, but you do, love."
It slips out of her, the endearment, just as easily as her deepest desires, and Ginny buries her face back in the pillow.
"Mmm. That's because I love you too, Ginny," she answers, trailing a line of kisses over Ginny's shoulder.
Ginny hardly remembers the conversation the next morning, except Luna has marked it on her calendar, pinned to the wall plain as day. "Daddy Luna Day," it says, and Ginny flames up on the spot.
"What's this, Luna?" she asks, voice hoarse in the quiet of morning. But of course, Luna's already left for work.
Ginny manages to make practice on time, but she finds herself sufficiently distracted enough to get called out for extra laps. It's all she can think about. Having a daddy. A domme. When would Luna start? Or would it be all day? Is she buying props? Would they do this at Luna's cottage, or would she take her out to one of the clubs Jana mentioned? It makes Ginny wet just thinking about it, and she curses the industrial Quidditch padding that keeps her from finding any satisfaction grinding against her broomstick.
She's the last one to leave practice, the only one reprimanded for their lacklustre performance, and she can't help but squeeze a hand between her thighs in the shower, all thoughts consumed by Luna. Daddy Luna, Domme Luna, Beautiful Lady Luna. She comes hard, panting in the head of the shower, a happy flush on her face.
She trades owls with Luna for the rest of the evening, begging for clues, for hints at what to expect. But Luna, saucy minx that she is, has apparently already started the teasing game. Ginny is squirming with anticipation with every sultry note they send. Luna is a goddess, and once again, Ginny finds herself so grateful they fell into bed together all those months ago.
Luna sends her one last owl, with explicit instructions on how she isn't to touch her cunt again until her morning shower, and Ginny ekes out a moan as she clenches around nothing, her groin spasming as she bucks her hips up. Tomorrow is going to be a beautiful day. After a very, very long night.
"Oh my fucking God, Daddy, YES!"
Luna's lips barely quirk at the outburst as she works a loose fist deeper into Ginny. Luna is laser-focused, kneeling between Ginny's legs. Twenty minutes of pressing, pushing, caressing her way inside Ginny's sloppy cunt—Luna is quiet, absolutely absorbed in her task, but Ginny makes more than enough noise for the both of them. She wails and moans, completely lost to the sensation. Luna twists her wrist in the grip of Ginny's folds, and Ginny arcs up from the bed with a gasp, the sheets beneath her bunched tight in her fists. Luna's smile widens as she feels the tight pulse of Ginny's cunt contracting around her, steadying her arm to match her wild thrusts.
"Oh, that's just perfect, Ginny," she murmurs, dragging another moan from Ginny just as she drags her fist slowly out.
She pushes back in without pause, and Ginny is shaking, her hips thrusting back on Luna's fist as she fucks it in and out of her, slow and steady and relentless, the heady pressure of it ratcheting Ginny's body up tighter, and it's only a few moments more before she comes again, spasming against the intrusion and groaning out long and loud.
"I wonder how many times I can get you to come on just my hand," Luna muses with another twist.
Ginny doesn't answer, just a long wordless wail as she jerks her hips up and against Luna. She's wrenched herself off the bed, her feet planted on the sheets, arms tied high above her head. Ginny balances on her shoulders, hips in the air, in an effort to fuck herself on Luna's wrist.
Ginny is gasping, desperately yanking at her restraints while Luna croons at her again. "Oh no, sweetheart," she tuts. "Is this not enough?" Luna is practically purring at her and Ginny loves her, goddamnit, but this woman won't be sated by penetration alone.
Ginny can only pant loudly, "Daddy Luna!" tugging again at her wrists. "My clit, please," she pleads, whiney as a schoolgirl.
Luna hums thoughtfully, still pumping her arm in and out of Ginny's core. "How about a compromise sweet thing?" she offers, her tone infinitely cool and composed in the face of Ginny's red-faced gasps. Ginny nods helplessly, already agreeing to anything her Daddy could offer her.
"I'll untie you," Luna begins, "but you must keep your hands only on me. Remember," she says, and a sliver of steel comes into her voice, "I'm the one in charge of your body tonight." Ginny shivers anew at the change in tone, and Luna continues, "If you can be a good girl for Daddy, I'll give you what you want."
"Yes!" she all but shouts. "Yes, Luna, Lady, lovely, dearest, Daddy, yes—" her restraints vanish cutting off her babbles, and Ginny's hands fly down to find some part of Luna to hold on to. Satisfied that Ginny is only going to hang on for the ride, Luna, still forearm-deep within Ginny, bends down closer and draws her mouth over Ginny's stiff clit. Ginny yanks on the fistful of hair she's found and yells at the attention finally being paid to her sensitive bud.
The feeling is incredible. Ginny is absolutely out of her mind with the pleasure of it. She's had plenty of sex partners before, with and without penetration, but this is new. This is a lot. This is fullness, a wonderful spiral of clenching hard on the incredible pressure, a relentless massage on her clit, which makes her spasm in orgasm, clenching again. She's adrift on the waves, and it's only Luna, Daddy Luna, Dear Luna, Luna, my love, who is in total control of her pleasure.
Luna's mouth follows her down as she collapses back onto the bed. The change in position must be enough to knock Ginny's brain function back online because the floodgates open once more and she can't shut her mouth off.
"Oh, Luna. Oh my god, Luna! You. Yes! Fuck, yes! You're so good to me."
Luna hums against her, lathing and licking, keeping Ginny on the crest of high tide over and over again. Ginny pulls her knees back, holding her thighs up around Luna's head buried between her legs. She's so enraptured by Luna's work at her clit, pulling another orgasm out of her through stimulation alone, she nearly blacks out when Luna twists her hand once more, pressing deep as Ginny rides the waves of pleasure wreaking havoc on her muscles.
She's crying out, loud and stupid with it. There's a fresh gush of slick over her vulva, and she's suddenly grateful Luna had the foresight to grab a towel before they started because Ginny has certainly just wet the bed, with come or piss she has no idea which but it is squirting out of her, leaking out of her hole, stretched wide on Luna's fist. Luna never once stops her ministrations as Ginny's soul leaves her body, just laps up every bit of wetness, gazing up at Ginny's ugly "oh" face with her own dark-eyed leer, her face smeared and shiny with Ginny's juices.
Luna goes again, diving right back in before Ginny's even able to relax, slipping her arm out and back, fucking her hard, and all Ginny can do is ride it out. She's lost any conscious control of her body, just safe in Luna's hands, spiralling away, and Luna pumps another wave of pleasure out of her body.
It could have been hours later for all Ginny is aware, when Luna is pulling her close, pecking slick sloppy kisses up the back of her neck, her ears, her hair.
"I love you so much, Luna," Ginny slurs out, all pliant and cuddly and perfect. She's fading fast, but she manages a kiss to Luna's collarbones and murmurs, "Thanks for this."
Luna is stroking her ever so softly, almost tickling as she traces her hands up and down Ginny's arms. "Oh love, this doesn't have to be a special occasion," she murmurs back.
Ginny's eyes are hungry as she musters the energy to turn and look at her. "No?"
"I want to take care of you all the time, sweetheart" She punctuates that with a kiss, and Ginny can taste the dark musk on her tongue as she melts into the kiss. "You just have to ask for Daddy Luna," she croons into her ear, and Ginny hums in pleasure.
"Mmmm, yes, Daddy".
Luna nips at her ear with a growl. "And right now, Daddy says you need to go to the loo. I wanna cuddle you all night long, dearest."
Ginny pouts, "But I don't wanna move. You took all my bones away from me."
Luna sneaks a hand over her breast and pinches, twisting a nipple tight. "Go now or I'll wake you up in an hour and make you go then," she says as Ginny gasps, pressing into her grip.
"Fine! Yes, Luna! I'll go now," she cries out with half a giggle. "But I think Daddy's job is to carry me over there."
Luna outright laughs at that, her eyes twinkling at her lover. "Whatever it takes, sweetheart," she allows, and Ginny can't help but grin in delight.
Luna stands, her back to the bed and waits for Ginny. "All aboard?" she asks with a cock of her head. Ginny's laugh is still giddy in love, high on the post-sex endorphins as she loops her arms over Luna's shoulders and wraps her legs around her waist. Luna grunts with the effort but doesn't complain, carrying her giggling little Quidditch player to the loo to tidy up.