Luna Lovegood was a peculiar child, having been raised by her mother to love experimenting and by her father to have an open mind. As such, she held world views far different from those of most other wizards and witches. She would often be outside of her home at night, dancing and singing near the ponds and woods, going wherever her curiosity took her.
She had confided her nocturnal wanderings to her only friend, Ginny Weasley, who herself was busy during the night, practicing her flying skills. The knowledge was also held by Peter Pettigrew, who had been close by, masquerading as he had for the last few years as the Weasleys’ pet rat.
The years with the Weasleys had been, to a significant degree, complete torture. Defenseless in his rat form, he was a frequent victim of pranks and malicious attacks by the Weasley children and their mother. It was only his fear of the remaining Death Eaters that had escaped imprisonment that kept him from leaving, as the Weasley home was the perfect hiding spot. If anything changes, like Death Eaters escaping, these former members of the Order of the Phoenix would surely be some of the first to know.
He could sometimes exact his revenge, hexing the brats as they slept, his actions often resulting in massive fights between the Weasley children. This form of release had kept him sane, enabled him to soak up the abuse that he suffered. But a new form of torture had appeared, in the form of the only Weasley girl, who grew ever more beautiful with each passing year.
She was a proper cock tease, not at all worried about undressing in front of the family rat. All innocence as she flashed him with her young skin, flat chest and small nipples, bending over to show him her tight ass and slit. At other times she would traipse about, her worn and far too small panties tantalisingly moulded to her ass and nether lips. It was pure agony, with Peter unable to satisfy his lust, lest his cover be blown. Taking her with magic would be easy enough, but in a house with so many wizards, it was too great a risk to take, as there was almost always someone watching her or monitoring her with a spell.
But the information that Ginny’s friend had shared with her had given him the beginnings of an idea. The Lovegoods did not live far from the Weasleys and if she was inclined to wander at night, Peter could possibly give himself the necessary release.
Moving swiftly, Peter neared his new hunting ground, Percy’s wand in his hand, enjoying the irony of using the wand of the most law abiding of the Weasleys for highly illegal acts. Peter was a short man, dressed in dark clothes that would have fallen to pieces by now if not for magic, his body carrying extra weight from Molly’s generous feeding. His eyes were small and watery, anxiously darting around, his hair a dull brown, a pointed nose and grubby skin contributing to his image as a rat.
Hearing the distinct voice of a little girl, her singing clearly transmitted through the still night air, he slowed his pace and moved from shadow to shadow, avoiding the moon’s light. Spying through the trees, he beheld the sight of Luna twirling around in a clearing, singing in a language he did not understand. Her silvery blond hair swayed as she twirled, her white dress flaring alluringly, revealing the span of her skinny legs as her bare feet swept through the grass.
Non-verbally, Peter cast a spell and made sure that there was no one else in the vicinity. Anxiety and arousal made a potent cocktail in his blood, his heart racing as he gave quick sharp breaths. It wouldn’t take Luna long to notice, so he decided to act.
“Imperio,” he whispered, aiming the borrowed wand at the twirling girl.
The spell itself was invisible, but Peter knew it had taken hold of her when she came to a sudden stop. Moving quickly with the wand aimed at her, Peter cast a Silencing Charm on her as he came out from behind the trees and moved until he was standing in front of her. Her silvery eyes had a dreamlike quality, enhanced by the calming effect of the spell, her lips resting in a content smile.
Being ever anxious, Peter transmitted his orders non-verbally, using the link that the spell had established with her mind. Following his command, the girl used her small hands to tug the dress’ straps off of her shoulders and then to pull the dress down until it pooled at her feet, revealing that she had worn nothing beneath the dress.
Peter felt his penis fully engorge with blood as he beheld the nymph in front of him. The pale moonlight enhanced the otherworldly effect of her silvery eyes and her pale unblemished skin. A childhood of dancing and running had burned away her baby fat, leaving her body thin with some definition in her thighs and her flat stomach. Small light pink nipples adorned her completely flat chest. Her puffy vulva was hairless and immature, split by an enticing slit.
It was almost more than he could take. Following his commands, Luna moved towards him and dropped to her knees, her hands reaching up to the elastic band of his trousers. As she pulled his trousers down, she was bumped in the face by his aroused penis as it escaped the confines of his pants. Directed by Peter, Luna wrapped her small hands around his short penis and started to stroke the shaft along its length, wiping the drooling purple head with her soft cheeks, leaving trails of fluid behind on her skin. Luna took the tip of his prick into her hot wet mouth. Peter groaned at the sensation as she licked around his cock’s head with her agile tongue, shivering as she started to suck, the resulting vacuum making his pleasure spike. Commanding her to again stroke his shaft, he started thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth, forcing her jaws wide open. But the sensations were too strong and it had been too long since he last came, so the orgasm washed over him despite his attempts at control. Biting his fist to keep from screaming in ecstasy, he flooded her young mouth with copious amounts of his bitter semen. Her eyes filled with tears as she attempted to swallow the bitter fluid, her stomach churning and her face scrunching up at the rotten taste.
The orgasm tore through Peter, nearly making his knees buckle as the ecstasy overwhelmed him. Making Luna release his penis, he took a moment to compose himself, watching with a grin as some of his semen spilled from the corners of her lips, dripping down to land on her chest. His anxiety returned in full force, so he again made sure that they were alone with a spell. He knew that he would need some time to recover, but his anxiety would not allow him to take his sweet time. If everything went well, he could always come back and claim more pleasure. Having a young sex puppet was not worth endangering his continued survival, so he needed to get on with it.
But he could have a quick bit of fun, helping himself to get ready again. Seeing how much she had enjoyed the taste of his cum, he decided to give her an even better taste. Turning around, he made Luna spread his hairy buttocks open and move her head against his ass, reaching out with her tongue to give his brown anus a few lingering strokes. He further shivered in delight as she speared her wet tongue into his bowels, grinning at the face he imagined she must be making at the filthy taste. Following his directions, her small warm hands rubbed and fondled his hairy scrotum; the twin assaults soon causing his penis to again begin to stiffen.
Having her move away from him, he turned around and made two quick flicks with the wand, using magic to assist his prick in reaching a fully aroused state again and causing the girl’s sex to start to lubricate itself. He commanded Luna to assume the position that he believed all women should be in and that he wished to put the Weasley cock tease into: on her knees, her face against the ground, her tight ass in the air, cunt spread open. Licking his lips, he gazed into her bright pink flower, her clit hidden beneath its hood, her vagina guarded by her glistening hymen, lubricating fluids spilling down her thighs, her pink anus winking from between two firm boyish cheeks.
Without further ado, he settled in behind her, his stiff penis nestling against her vaginal entrance. Gripping her silky soft shoulder with his left hand, wand gripped in his right, he forced his cock against her hymen, tearing through it as he increased the pressure, causing him to cry out as he deflowered the child. As expected, her immature cunt was like a vice around him, but combined with the heat of her vagina, the pleasure thundered through him as he sawed in and out of her channel, droplets of her virgin blood spilling down her legs.
The wet slapping sound of connecting flesh filled the air as Peter fucked his puppet, slamming into her hips with force. A thin layer of sweat soon covered their skins, pleasure growing in both of them as Peter sought his release. The pleasure grew into a blazing fire as her velvet walls convulsed around his cock, milking the invading organ. Viciously slamming into her, he groaned as he felt the wave ready to crash over him.
With a resolute thrust of his hips, he buried his penis in her stretched cunt, lightning spreading through his nerves as he ejaculated his baby batter into her unripe womb, his puppet silently gasping at the warmth flowing into her belly.
Exhausted, he slipped out of her, watching his semen and her blood dripping out of her no longer virgin cunt. It wouldn’t be difficult to wipe her memory, but the physical aftermath of her deflowering might draw undue attention, so Peter needed to come up with a plan. Looking around, his eyes found a suitable tree. Using Percy’s wand to modify the tree, Peter creating a short and rounded branch that originated from the base of the tree. With a different spell he levitated some rocks over to the branch, positioning them in front in such a way that they formed a tripping hazard.
Utilising the same flair for creating complex situations that had gotten that bastard Black arrested for the murder of the Potters, he made Luna stand up and walk to his creation, having her dip her fingers in the residue dripping from her snatch and smearing the mixture onto the branch.
With another flick of the wand, he removed all of the sweat, blood and semen from Luna, emptying even her womb, leaving only her torn hymen and her well fucked cunt as evidence of the night’s activities. He commanded her to redress, move to and squat over the enchanted branch, slip the rounded end into her deflowered vagina and then to move to a sitting position, her sex impaled on the branch.
It was possible to fix the anatomical changes, but it would take far too long with only spells and having her accept the loss of her virginity would make it easier to clean up after any further adventures that he may have with her. The final touches to his plan were to erase her memory of the night’s events, a blank appearing in her memory from shortly after she started twirling. He also put her to sleep with a weak spell, giving him enough time to get away safely.
Removing the Imperius Curse, he started his journey back to the Weasleys, hoping that the opportunity would soon present itself for him to get a taste of young Ginny.
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