Luna Begs Harry For Anal Water Play And Fuck

The London apartment still smelled faintly of rosemary and roast chicken, plates stacked in the sink, windows fogged from cooking. Lamps burned low over the wide couch. Twenty-four-year-old Luna Lovegood lay naked on her side, pale hair spilled across a cushion, one arm tucked under her cheek, the long line of her body gold in the light. Across from her sat twenty-five-year-old Harry Potter, just as bare, a glass of water forgotten in his hand. They had been best friends for years, sharing rent and the blunt honesty of people who knew each other's worst moods, and only recently had that friendship broken open into lovers.

Luna looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes. She did not smile.

"Harry," she said, voice low and plain, "I want you to inject warm water into my ass. I want you to fill me with it. Then put your mouth on my hole and suck it back out. And when you've done that, I want you to fuck my ass. Hard. Don't be sweet about the fucking. I want to feel every inch until I can't talk."

The words changed the air. Harry's fingers tightened on the glass. Traffic muttered outside, the radiator clicked, and none of it competed with the picture she had drawn: her ass, warm water, his mouth, his cock driving in. Luna held his gaze. Her nipples drew tight. Color climbed her throat. She let one knee fall open so he could see the soft gleam of her cunt and the tighter shadowed place beneath it, and the tension between them went thick and anal and instant.

"I've been sitting on it all through dinner," she went on, no less filthy. "Warm water in my ass. You sucking it out of me like you can't get enough. Then you fucking my ass until I'm shaking. That's what I want. Tonight. From you. Say it back so I know you heard me."

Harry set the glass down. "I heard you. I want it. All of it. Exactly like you said."

Luna's mouth curved, small and hungry. She rolled onto her stomach and looked back over her shoulder, hair stuck to her lip. The lamplight found the swell of her ass and the pale cleft she was no longer hiding. "Then get what you need," she said. "I'm not taking it back."

Harry's cock answered before his feet did. It thickened against his thigh, heavy and rising, the filthy clarity of her request pulling blood south so fast he felt dizzy. He stood. Luna watched the stiffening length of him and made a small, pleased sound.

"Look at you," she murmured. "Already hard because I asked you to play with my ass. Good. I want you hard for this."

He crossed to the bathroom and came back with a clean syringe, a bowl, and water from the tap run until it was warm but not hot, tested on his wrist the way she wanted. He filled the syringe carefully, thumb on the plunger, the soft tip gleaming. When he returned, Luna had pushed up onto her knees, chest low, ass raised. She reached back with both hands, spread her cheeks wide, and showed him everything: the tight pink pucker of her asshole, already a little flushed, the wet slit beneath it shining.

"Please," she said, shaky with want. "Please, Harry. Inject it into me. I want the warm water deep in my ass. I want to feel it go in, and then I want your mouth sealed on my hole, sucking it back out while I push. Don't tease me. I've been clenching around nothing all night thinking about your tongue and your cock."

He knelt behind her. The syringe was warm in his hand. His cock jutted, flushed dark, a bead of precum at the tip. "Talk to me," she whispered, spreading herself wider, fingertips denting the soft flesh of her cheeks, hole flexing. "Tell me what you're going to do to my ass. I want to hear how filthy you are. I like that your hand is shaking. I like that my ass does this to you."

Harry's voice came out low. "I'm going to press this into your tight little hole and inject every drop. Then I'm going to put my mouth on you and suck the water out while you moan into the cushion. And when you're dripping and open, I'm going to slick my cock and fuck your ass until you scream for harder."

Luna whimpered, raw and eager, and pushed her ass back toward him. "Yes. Do it. Fill my ass. Suck me empty. Then ruin me. I want it so much I can taste it. Please, Harry. Please use my ass the way I begged you to."

He set the bowl within reach, one hand steady on the small of her back, the syringe poised. Teasing was over. What remained was need, mutual and raw, her hole offered, his cock aching, both of them past pretending this was anything but exactly what they wanted.

Luna got down onto all fours, knees spread, spine arched, ass lifted and offered. Harry wet the soft tip of the syringe so it would slide, then set it against the tight ring of her asshole. She breathed out and bore down. The tip sank in. A broken sound left her.

"Slow," she gasped. "Inject it slow. I want to feel every bit go deep in my ass."

He obeyed. Thumb steady on the plunger, he eased the warm water into her in one long, careful push. Her hole fluttered around the intrusion. Her fingers clawed the cushion. A shiver ran the length of her spine as the warmth spread inside her, heavy and intimate, filling her until she felt gloriously full.

"Oh, Harry. It's in me. I can feel it, warm and deep. Don't stop until that syringe is empty."

He injected the rest just as slowly, watching her asshole grip the tip. When the plunger bottomed out he drew the syringe free, and Luna clenched hard, whimpering, holding the water inside, her whole body trembling with effort and want.

"Hold it for me," he said, voice wrecked. "Let me see you full."

"I can't. Please suck it out. Put your mouth on my ass. I need it now."

Harry dropped the syringe into the bowl. He spread her cheeks, thumbs framing the flushed pucker, and pressed his mouth to her tight hole. The heat of her shocked a groan out of him. He sealed his lips around that swollen ring and sucked.

Warm fluid pulsed onto his tongue, clean and body-hot, and Luna cried out, shoving her ass back hard against his face. He sucked deeper, drawing the water out in wet, greedy pulls, swallowing what she gave him, then sealing on again as more slipped free. His nose buried in the cleft of her. She rocked and moaned and pushed, feeding her ass to his mouth, chasing the suction. She tasted like heat and clean water and the salt of her skin. He sucked until his jaw ached and she was whimpering his name into the cushion, ass grinding on his mouth, hole fluttering as the last of the warmth left her. His cock throbbed, untouched, smearing precum on his stomach. He wanted inside her so badly his hands shook on her cheeks.

"Yes. Suck it out of me. Oh fuck, Harry, your mouth. Don't stop."

He groaned into her hole and kept sucking until the rush thinned, until he was licking the last warm drips from her rim, tongue circling, dipping past the softened ring, cleaning her open. Luna's asshole winked and yielded, wet and swollen. She panted into the cushion. Her cunt dripped onto the fabric. Her ass shone with spit.

"Empty," she sobbed, delighted and wrecked. "You sucked me empty. Now fuck me. Slick your cock and drive it into my ass. Balls-deep. Pound me until I scream."

Harry spit into his palm, stroked it over his cock, then gathered the wetness from her hole and the slick of her cunt and slicked himself until he gleamed. He set the broad head against her softened rim. Luna reached back, spread one cheek, and nodded hard.

"In. All the way. Fuck my ass."

He pushed. The head popped past her ring with a filthy stretch, and both of them swore. He did not rush the first inches. He sank, slow and thick, feeling her ass clutch and yield, still warm from the water, slick from his mouth. Luna's moan climbed. She pushed back to meet him until his hips seated against her ass and his balls pressed her soaked cunt.

"Balls-deep," he gritted. "Your ass is so tight around my cock."

"Move. Fuck my ass hard. I told you to, so do it. Don't hold back."

He drew out until only the head remained, then drove in again, a rough stroke that jolted her forward. Again. Again. The slap of his hips filled the apartment. He gripped her hips, fingers digging in, and set a pounding doggy-style rhythm, deep and relentless in the way she had begged for. Each thrust knocked a broken sound out of her. Her hair stuck to her sweaty neck. Her tits swayed. The couch creaked. Luna dropped to her elbows and presented herself deeper, and he took the offer, angling his hips to drive into the hottest part of her. Sweat ran down his chest onto the small of her back, and her moans went ragged and filthy with how much she loved it. The stretch made her sob with pleasure. She reached under herself and rubbed her clit in frantic circles while he pounded her ass, and the clench of her around his cock nearly undid him.

"Harder," Luna shouted. "Fuck my ass harder, Harry. Don't go gentle. Pound my hole. Use it. I want you harder."

He hauled her back onto his cock with every stroke, balls slapping, the wet sound of her ass taking him obscene in the low light. Sweat gathered along his spine. He leaned over her for three savage thrusts, breath hot on her shoulder, then straightened and fucked her harder, eyes locked on her asshole stretching around his shaft, pink and gleaming, swallowing him to the root.

"You feel that?" he panted. "My cock wrecking your ass. You begged for this. Take every inch."

"I feel all of it. Don't stop. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass harder."

She cried out in rhythm with him, overwhelmed by being pounded exactly as she had demanded. Her hole clutched him on every withdrawal. The sight of her on all fours, ass flushed from his hips, his cock disappearing into her again and again, dragged him to the edge.

"I'm close," he warned. "Your ass is going to make me come."

"Not inside," she gasped, still pushing back, still taking every rough stroke. "Pull out when you come. I want it on me. But don't stop yet. Fuck me harder first. Pound my ass until you can't."

He fucked her in long, punishing strokes, gripping her hips so she could not slip away, driving balls-deep until the couch knocked the wall and her cries found his name again, and ass, and harder, harder, harder, while he used her hole exactly as she had told him to, rough and deep and wanted, until the pleasure coiled so tight he knew the next strokes would finish him.

Harry yanked free at the last possible second, fist wrapping his cock, and came in thick ropes across Luna's gaping, flushed asshole and the sweat-slick small of her back. White streaked her pink rim and painted her lower back in heavy lines. He groaned through it until he was spent and shaking.

Luna collapsed forward with a satisfied sigh, cheek to the cushion. She reached back, fingers slipping through the mess, and felt his seed dripping from her hole, warm and thick. A purr rose in her throat.

"You did everything I asked," she said. "Water in my ass, your mouth sucking it out, then that hard fuck. I can still feel you."

Harry dropped beside her and pulled her in. They curled together on the couch, still slick with sweat and cum, his hand resting on the curve of her ass. Luna traced a lazy finger through the cum on her rim and smiled against his shoulder. She pressed her mouth to his ear, filthy and fond.

"Next time I want even more water play before you fuck me," she murmured, voice low and sure. "Will you fill my ass even fuller and not stop until I beg?"