A request

“M-more.. please.. tie me with your bra while you eat me out” whimpered Hermione.

Luna's hand stilled at Hermione's words, her silver eyes widening slightly before a slow, dreamy smile spread across her lips. "What an interesting request," she murmured, her voice carrying that melodic calm but now laced with something darker, more intent. She rose from her kneeling position, her pale body moving with fluid grace as she reached for the bra hanging from the bedpost. The fabric was still warm from her skin. She held it up, the straps dangling like ribbons, and met Hermione's glassy gaze. "You want me to bind you with this?"

Without waiting for an answer, Luna climbed onto the bed, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of Hermione's hips. She leaned forward, her hair falling like a curtain around them, and brought the bra to Hermione's wrists. The moths swirled lazily around them, their wings catching the candlelight as Luna began to wrap the straps around Hermione's trembling hands, her fingers working with surprising deftness. She pulled the knot tight, not painfully so, but firm enough that Hermione's arms were bound together above her head.

Luna's breath was warm against Hermione's throat as she lowered herself, her lips brushing along Hermione's collarbone, trailing down between her breasts. "There," she whispered against Hermione's skin, her voice a soft hum. "Now you're tied." Her hand slid down Hermione's stomach, fingers tracing the edge of her hip, as she positioned herself between Hermione's thighs, slowly entering her soaked pussy.