Luna and Ginny sat on the soft grass at the rim of the Weasley pond, far enough from the rest of the Weasleys to have some privacy, but close enough that Molly could easily keep an eye on them. As usual when Luna was visiting, the girls were playing outside, enjoying the fresh air and keeping their distance from Ginny’s brothers, who always delighted in teasing them, especially due to some of Luna’ peculiar beliefs.
Luna wore a dress made of a silvery material while Ginny wore a peach colored one, their bare feet dipped into the cool water of the pond. The sort of roughhousing that Ginny did with her brothers made dresses impractical, not least because her brothers would often find themselves in direct contact with her panty-clad crotch, so she only wore them on special occasions like this.
“Something magical happened last week,” said Luna with a soft smile on her face, looking out over the water of the pond.
“What happened?” asked Ginny, turning her face towards her friend.
“I was outside under the stars when I became a woman...” said Luna.
“Huh?” asked Ginny, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion at Luna’s strange statement.
“I was dancing outside when I must have tripped... I fell onto a branch and it went inside...” recalled Luna, still smiling.
“Inside where?” asked Ginny, her light brown eyes wide with concern.
Turning to her friend, Luna answered with a shy smile: “My special place.”
If possible, Ginny’s eyes opened wider at the revelation. “But didn’t that hurt?”
“I only remember dancing and then waking up with the branch... there. It was a funny branch, nice and round, but when I woke up I couldn’t make a sound. So I went to my mum and told her what had happened and she said that I probably made myself silent with magic due to the pain of losing the special part that protected my special place, which is also why I don’t remember much.”
“Oh, I guess that makes sense. But why does that make you a woman?”
“Mum said that when you lose the special part that protects your special place, you become a woman and she said that it was a gift from the forest nymphs.”
“My mum never said anything like that when I lost mine...” grumbled Ginny softly.
This time Luna’s silvery eyes widened. “When did you lose yours?”
Ginny giggled as she remembered. “Charlie was teaching me to ride a broom when I crashed into the ground. The broom came up very hard against my privates and then I felt something wet inside my pants. I started to cry and when Charlie saw the stains he rushed me to mum. She was so furious... Poor Charlie, he couldn’t sit for two days... Mum said that it wasn’t serious; I had just lost something I would have lost later in life... And then mum gave me chocolate...”
Luna joined her friend in giggling at the fate of poor Charlie. “Speaking of chocolate, I think mum has some. Let’s go get some.” Luna nodded at Ginny’s suggestion and soon the friends were off racing towards the Burrow, bright red and silvery blonde hair trailing as they ran.
It had been a trying week for Peter. It was only the morning after his delightful adventure with the young Luna Lovegood when he had recalled to his horror that he had never dispelled the Silencing Charm. The whole illusion that he had constructed to explain away Luna’ deflowering was certain to fall apart once her family noticed that she had been charmed.
So he had hidden as best as he could, fearful that at any moment the Aurors would storm the Burrow, hunting the young girl’s rapist. When he learned that the young girl was coming to visit Ginny, he had been caught in a mental struggle between his cowardice and his curiosity. In the end, he had thought it better to see if he could learn anything, even if it was just the confirmation that the Lovegoods knew that their daughter had been attacked.
Spying on their conversation from his hiding spot nearby, he had been relieved to hear that the Lovegoods suspected no foul play, even writing his blunder off as subconscious wandless magic. This meant that it would be possible to play with his puppet again, but Peter knew that he would have to plan better. Relying on luck was a dangerous business, as Potter had found out that night.
The next week was spent by Peter practicing the Memory Modification Charm on the Weasley brats. It was advanced magic, the sort that no-one would ever have expected him to be able to do. His whole life people had looked down on him, mocking him as a weak wizard, even his supposed friends. Certainly, when he was put under pressure, Peter tended to fail spectacularly. But when he was free of pressure, or faced with mortal danger, Peter was able to do magic better than most, a lesson that Black had learnt with dire consequences.
Over the course of the week he worked cautiously, modifying the memories of Ron and Percy. He judged these particular Weasleys to be the easiest, as Ron was not smart enough to notice any changes and Percy wouldn’t believe that he could remember things inaccurately. The devil twins were too much of a wild card, the cock-tease would be too much of a distraction and Charlie and his parents could possibly pick up any magical changes to their own memories. It would have been risky to try this while Bill was still around, as he was far too observant for Peter’s liking, but luckily he had moved out.
Peter started with small things, such as the location of Percy’s books and Ron’s chess set. It had been satisfying to see the twins attack Ron after the boy had become convinced that his chess set was in their room. Of course, seeing Molly punish the twins thereafter was even more fun.
Soon Peter made bigger modifications, resulting in Ron being mystified about the presence of the gnomes in the garden, as he remembered them all being killed in a storm. Percy was also befuddled by Charlie playing Quidditch, as he was certain that the sport had been banned.
After these successes, Peter deemed himself proficient enough with the charm, even if he had not really tested it on a difficult target. He still had a few tricks up his sleeve in case the charm failed, so he reasoned that he should be able to handle any unfortunate situations that could potentially arise.
Luna had not been in the clearing like last time, so Peter was forced to search for her, the anticipation of fucking her that had built up over the last few weeks overruling his natural cowardice. He soon found the stream that he had heard the girl mention as another place where she liked to play. Moving cautiously behind the trees that lined its bank, he followed the stream’s winding path.
Hearing the giggle of a young girl, he crept nearer to the stream through the thicket of trees, soon observing two figures swimming in the water under the soft moonlight. One he clearly identified as Luna, the color of her hair and the beauty of her face engraved into his mind from his last adventure. The second figure looked like an older version of the young girl and was presumably her mother, but Peter didn’t know enough about her family to be sure. He also wasn’t sure, but it seemed that both of them were topless, only pale skin visible through the dark water.
The second person complicated the situation. Maintaining an Imperius Curse on two people at the same time required great power and skill. Peter had never tried to do so, so he had no way of knowing whether he could succeed and he was not about to risk it. On the other hand, subduing Luna’s companion with magic carried the risk of the person overwhelming the jinxes with their innate magic at just the wrong time.
Seeing as he only needed the Imperius Curse for a short while, there was another possibility. While it could also go disastrously wrong, it carried fewer risks as he would be able to concentrate on maintaining the curse on only one person. Spotting two piles of clothes behind the females, he noticed that a wand was lying on one of those piles. Making up his mind, he waited for Luna to swim a short distance from her companion, her back turned away from the older female. “Imperio,” whispered Peter, aiming the wand he had again stolen from Percy at the older female.
He saw the person’s shoulders relax as the spell made contact. Mentally he transmitted his orders, waiting with baited breath as his puppet turned around and picked up the wand, a flash of bared creamy breast confirming her upper body nudity, the wand soon aimed straight at Luna’s defenseless back. Peter smiled as he saw his puppet’s mouth move, soon followed by Luna coming to a complete stop.
Having a puppet control their own puppet was risky as the original puppet master wouldn’t know what orders the first puppet was giving to the second. Peter had heard stories of Death Eaters falling due to their puppets fighting the curse enough to command their own puppets to attack the Death Eaters. In this case though, he thought it unlikely that Luna would be able to do any damage to him even if her companion managed to resist his control.
Non-verbally he ordered his puppet to put down the wand where she had found it moments previously. As soon as she did so, he Summoned the wand into his other hand. He followed this up by commanding his puppet to order her puppet to obey his every command. Next he used a spell to search for any other people close by. Finding none with the spell, he cast a wide ward that would warn him if anyone strayed to close.
“Both of you, come here,” commanded Peter, trying to keep his voice audible but still reasonably soft. As he didn’t have a direct link with Luna’s mind, it wasn’t possible for him to command her mentally. He grinned as both of them swam over to him, his plan having succeeded. “Answer all of my questions as fully and honestly as possible,” he commanded next. Turning to Luna, he asked: “Who is this?”
“This is my mother, Pandora,” answered the girl softly.
Turning to the person in question, he asked: “Is anyone else going to join you here tonight?”
“No,” she answered, her voice deeper than her daughter’s.
“Where is your husband and what is he doing?”
“He is asleep in our bed.”
“Won’t he be concerned about where you are?”
“No, I told him earlier that we were coming here.”
“Why didn’t he join you?”
“He was very tired.”
“What is so special about this place?”
“The water is cool and it is isolated enough that no one will bother us if we want to swim in the nude.”
The more Peter interacted with the Lovegoods, the more peculiar they became. “Do you do this often?”
“Every now and then, when we feel like it.”
It seemed as if they would be undisturbed, so Peter decided it was time to have his fun. “Both of you, climb out and stand over there, next to each other,” he commanded, indicating a space to his left. His puppets climbed out, water droplets running down their bodies as they followed his orders, their nudity now quite obvious.
Mother and daughter soon stood next to each other, their bodies completely bared to Peter’s gaze as he compared between the two. Their faces and hair color were almost identical; the only real difference being that her mother had a shade of blue in her eyes that Luna did not possess. In all other respects though, they were quite different. Pandora was taller and curvier than her daughter; her perky breasts a modest size with nipples a shade darker than that of those that adorned Luna’s immature chest. Her hips were wider, her abdomen and limbs softer when compared with Luna’s fitter body. A trimmed nest of dark blond curls obscured her sex, contrasting deeply with Luna’s hairless vulva.
Peter had never been very interested in adult women, much in the same way as they had never been interested in him. Luna’s mother was very fuckable, but she was not the prize of the evening. Still, Peter could use her to make the evening a bit more fun.
“Pandora, pull down my trousers and give me head. Luna, lick my arsehole,” he commanded. In short order both Lovegoods were on their knees around him, Pandora pulling down his trousers with her hands and enveloping his cock in her warm moist mouth while Luna spread his hairy buttocks open and was soon attacking his anus with her small wet tongue.
Peter moaned at the incredible pleasure that the twin assaults were causing. Pandora clearly knew her way around giving head, as her nimble tongue licked his piss slit and around his purple cock head, her mouth creating a strong vacuum every now and then, her soft hands fondling his hairy scrotum with controlled pressure.
Combined with her daughter’s tonguing of his arsehole, the small organ spearing in and out of his sphincter, his orgasm was quickly building up to a crescendo of pleasure. “Don’t swallow all of my cum, keep some in your mouth,” he gasped at Pandora as a sharp jab from Luna’s tongue and her mother’s licking of his head sent him over into orgasm, Peter jamming his short ejaculating cock as deep into her mouth as he could. Strings of bitter pearly cum erupted out of his piss slit, Pandora trying her best to swallow as little as possible even as her mouth filled with the fluid and her stomach churned at the taste, her tongue still licking the invading penis. The pleasure burned through his nerves, Luna still stimulating his anus as he filled her mother’s mouth with his seed.
“Luna, stop. Pandora, release my cock,” rasped Peter, the pleasure soon dimming as exhaustion swamped him. Obediently the Lovegoods complied, giving him the chance to sink to a sitting position, his soft cock drooling fluid onto his fat thigh. “Luna, kiss your mum like your dad does. Pandora, kiss Luna like you do your husband and share the cum with her,” he commanded, grinning at the perversity as the two Lovegoods were soon locked in a passionate embrace, Pandora’s head tilted down as she let some of his semen flow into her daughter upturned mouth.
“Both of you, swallow,” Peter commanded, smirking at the disgusted faces that they made as they swallowed his bitter semen. Using a spell, he soon had his penis ready for action again. The shunting of blood flow and stimulation of nerves that the spell caused would lead to damage if used too much in too short a time period. But seeing as Luna’s mother was here, unplanned as it was, he would be a fool not to use the opportunity to manipulate the adult Lovegood in order to further his plans. This was the single best opportunity in years to get Ginny away from watchful eyes, so he needed to finish the pleasure of the night and get down to business.
“Luna, get down on all fours and spread your bum open. Pandora, get down on all fours behind Luna, lick her arse while spreading open your own arse,” directed Peter, setting the stage for the main event. Taking his place behind Pandora, he admired the older woman’s winking pink anus. He had no interest in her cunt, lovely as the deep pink flower was, the risk of impregnation being too great as even magical contraception had a nasty way of failing when those of magical ability bred. Her tight arse would do just fine as the appetiser before the main course.
Using Percy’s wand, he wrapped his cock in a thin layer of protective magic and then spread lubrication over that layer. Fully prepared, he started to force his cock through her sphincter, slowly but surely slipping in until the muscle was forced open to the extent that his prick was allowed to fully lodge in her guts. Wasting no time, he soon started aggressively thrusting his hips, her tight rectum causing pleasure to spread from his cock throughout his body. He was pretty sure that this was not the first time that she had had a rod up her arse, as the exquisite tightness of an anal virgin was missing.
Exercising his self-control, he slipped out of Pandora’s inviting rectum with a plop. “Pandora, stop and move away. When I start buggering your daughter, you can start licking my arsehole,” he ordered. Peter took his place behind Luna, almost salivating as the main course was spread open in front of him. Her cunt was a pristine pink, her small clit peeking out from its hood, her birth canal no longer obscured by her hymen. But the prize tonight was her pink starfish, so small and tight, wet with her mother’s saliva.
Using Percy’s wand, he tapped her anus, using magic to relax and lubricate her sphincter. As gently as his raging libido would let him, Peter slipped his cock into Luna’s tight little girl rectum. It was agonizing for both of them, Peter again having to resort to a Silencing Charm as she was ready to scream bloody murder when she felt her sphincter stretched to breaking point, while Peter moaned as his penis was crushed by her tight ring of muscle and intestinal walls.
The pleasure, mixed with some pain, was boosted as Pandora dutifully started to tongue his arsehole, causing him moan ever louder. It was slow going, Luna’s tight rectum impeding him from building up speed with his thrusts, but the pleasure was quickly building to a peak, the pain that caused Luna to silently sob also causing her anus to clench even tighter. As Pandora gave a long lick of his rectal walls, he buried his cock as deep as he could in her daughter’s tight intestines, flooding them with his semen as he loudly moaned, the orgasm crashing down on him like a wave.
Enjoying the pleasure for a few moments, he slipped out of the child’s rectum, causing pearly semen to flow out of her gaping anus. “Pandora, lick my cock clean,” he commanded, his wilted penis soon aggressively cleansed by Pandora’s tongue, her face scrunching up at the filthy taste of her own and her daughter’s bowels.
Satisfied by the look of disgust on her face, Peter turned to her daughter. “Luna, turn onto your back and keep your legs spread,” he commanded. The little girl was soon on her back, tears of pain still streaming down her face, but she wasn’t sobbing anymore. Peter took his place between her spread feet and relaxed, bitter yellow urine soon raining down on the little girl from his piss slit. The acrid fluid matted her hair together, drenched her scrunched up face, flowed down her flat chest and abdomen, dripped along her puffy nether lips and joined the semen dripping out of her stretched rectum.
Satisfied, Peter pulled up his pants and started to create another illusion with Percy’s wand. He put Luna to sleep, had her mother end the curse she had been placed under, wiped away the evidence of his perverse adventure and modified her memory, creating a false narrative of her being anally pleasured by, and in turn anally pleasuring, her mother, after which they had fallen asleep. He used the pain that she had felt, morphing it into a mix of pain and pleasure, a craving for more.
Moving over to Pandora, her also put her to sleep and released the curse he had put her under. The changes to her memory were more complex, creating both a narrative of introducing her daughter to anal stimulation and being anally pleasured by her daughter, with the added detail that she had been a bit too forceful, resulting in Luna enduring some pain. He also implanted a sequence of false memories, making it seem as if inviting Ginny Weasley for a sleepover would be a wonderful idea, especially for Luna, and that any objections that Molly Weasley might raise should be worked around.
Hoping that everything would go as planned, he levitated them into position next to each other and started to go, but luckily caught himself at the last moment and dispelled the Silencing Charm he had put on Luna, cursing himself for almost slipping up again. Now he would have to wait patiently, hoping that his ambitious plan would be a success and that he would finally get the chance of a lifetime.
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