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Luna Lovegood at the Whomping Willow with a Magical Singing Dildo
Title: Luna Loves Good Trees
Artist: venturous
Character: Luna Lovegood
Location: Whomping Willow
Object: Dilly, the magic singing dildo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: nudity, penetration, female enjoying herself
Art Details: watercolour, colored pencil, photoshop




Title: Luna Loves Good Trees
Author: fbowden & venturous
Character: Luna Lovegood
Location: Whomping Willow
Object: Dilly, magic singing dildo.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: what do you call bestiality with plants?
Word Count: about 1,000
Disclaimer: don't try this at home

Luna approached the massive tree, ignoring the thrashing of the branches above her.

"You don’t have to be so angry all of the time," she said, her airy voice carrying on the breeze, "not everyone hates you. I think you’re very beautiful, actually."

The Whomping Willow stilled, and Luna smiled dreamily, spreading her cloak out on the mossy mound between the gnarly roots of the willow. She settled in comfortably with a sigh.

"Such wonderful, thick branches you have. I’m sure there’s a better use for them than just hurting people."

Luna’s hands moved to her stomach, slipping them across the silken fabric of her chemise. The tree lowered one of its boughs, the leaves stroking the back of Luna’s hand as she unfastened the buttons and shrugged it off. Creamy breasts exposed to the elements, Luna gasped as the tip of the branch slid over them, the roughened bark teasing the rose coloured areola until it wrinkled.

"Oh yes, that’s much more friendly," she said in a faraway voice, eyes fluttering closed. Since Luna had come to this secluded spot for a bit of plein aire wanking, she slipped her hand into the velvet bag by her side, and pulled out her magic dildo. She was admiring it in the bright sunshine, it's shiny iridescent head glinting purple and turquoise rainbows. "Oh, Dilly," she said breathily to her toy, "you are so very beautiful in the sun!" It began to hum audibly, apparently pleased with the praise.

Two more branches unfurled, one slithering into her blond hair, tightening and pulling gently, the other resting near its counterpart, drawing her nipples up into tight little peaks. "Mmmm, I see that you could be very helpful, if you were in a mood, lovely Willow." She murmured.

More offshoots moved tentatively towards her, the tree leaning forward to huddle itself over the willowy blond figure huddled at its base. One arm was gently pulled aside, and she raked fingers in the soil as she wiggled in pleasure. She held her humming love toy in her other hand, and stroked it against her soft belly, activating it's magic. Dilly began to quiver more boldly, and the hum became like a crooning sound. But the willow was wrapping a tendril around that arm, and beginning to pull it back and away, while other branches teasing touches were flicking over every part of her sensitized skin.

"Wait!" Luna cried, struggling against the insistent branch drawing her arm. She wanted to reach down between her rosy thighs, so her Dilly could touch her moist heat, and give her the pleasure she had planned for herself. But the tree was not to be deterred, and it tightened its grip on her arms, pinning them so she could not reach for herself. Luna writhed in frustration, and her skirt rode up to her waist, "Oh please, touch me," she cried, lifting her hips in offering.

Three loose tendrils slithered around her thighs, two drawing her knees up to her chest, the rush of cool wind between her legs eliciting a gasp. Another branch trailed up the inside of her groin and slipped into her knickers, brushing repeatedly over the light fuzz of blond hair there.

"Oh yes," Luna breathed, as the very tip of it circled her clitoris, massaging it with gentle, even movements, dragging the protective hood back and sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

"Oh, touch me," she pleaded, more branches and leaves covering and caressing every inch of her flesh. The Tree gently wrested the loudly humming Dilly out of her hand, and she worried about him briefly, but soon realized what the Willow was about to do. That clever tree plucked the dildo from her hand, and boldly positioned itself right at her dripping entrance.

Luna scrambled forwards, intent on having that thick, smooth length fill her, crying out when it did; sliding into the wet warmth, withdrawing and thrusting harder. Branches were wrapped around her arms now, holding her firmly in place as the others stroked and flayed, fucked and pressed, each one contributing to her frequent moans and quickening pants. She could feel her friend Dilly revving up its magic now, as it responded to her state of arousal. The dildo was pulsing with energy and sound, a crooning whistling song that ebbed and flowed as it thrust.

Head lolling against the tree’s trunk, Luna begged softly for more, the Tree complied, speeding up. Somehow it found the best place to grind against, that spot inside her that made sparkly light burst across the inside of her eyelids. The branch began to twist, and Dilly's croon became an eerie wail, in harmony with Luna's own rising voice. "Ahh, oh, oooOOOOOoooo! ahhh," she cried, as spiralling movements deep within her triggered an unexpected gush of female ejaculate. It flooded out of her with each withdrawal, spreading into the soil beneath her.

Luna reached up and held onto the boughs supporting her arms, crying out as one firm caress of her clitoris sent her walls spasming around Dilly, who emitted a chiming chord of such beauty that the grazing deer nearby raised their heads in wonder. Luna's cunt clenched as Dilly twisted and turned, wringing every last wave of pleasure from her. She couldn’t tell whether it was the skill of the Tree, or the very clever Dilly who made the difference. Her last high-pitched cry was carried away on the wind, and Luna flopped back, breath heavily with panted exertion.

The tendrils of the tree gently unwound themselves from her limbs, and caressed her lovingly. The Tree placed the now-quiet and sticky Dilly on his velvet pouch by her side. Luna could swear that the dildo gave a satisfied sigh. The remaining branches slithered away, and the great Tree shook itself, a little shower of slender silvery leaves rained down, tickling her. Luna smiled and pulled her blouse back on, straightening out her skirt and running a hand through her rumpled hair.

Don’t worry, she said, standing up and moving away, "I won’t tell anyone what a big softie you are. It can be our secret."

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