Hermione. (New way to get over her fear of flying)

The two of them were now in a full-on sprint, their bodies moving in perfect harmony with the machines beneath them. Their breasts bobbed in time with their rapid heartbeats, their pussies slick with anticipation. Harry's eyes flicked between them, his strokes becoming more erratic as he watched the sweat glisten on their skin.

Luna stepped off the treadmill first.

Her legs gave out, but she managed to stay upright, her chest heaving. "Hermione," she gasped, "you win."

Hermione, feeling the victory, allowed herself to slow down, her own legs wobbly but holding firm. She stepped off the treadmill, her body basking in the afterglow of the run. She looked over at Luna, whose breasts were still rising and falling rapidly from her exertion. "Well done," she said with a smirk, leaning over to kiss Luna's sweat-drenched neck.

Luna's cheeks were flushed with a mix of exhaustion and arousal. "Thanks," she murmured, as she kissed Hermione deeply.

Their tongues danced together, the taste of each other's sweat mingling with their kisses. Harry couldn't help but be captivated by the sight of them, their bodies still shaking from their race. He stepped forward, his cock pointing straight at the two of them, a silent declaration of his readiness to continue their night of debauchery.

"Your prize, Hermione," he said, his voice low and thick with need. "What will it be?"

"I want...you to fuck me while we flying around the castle on your broom."

The words were barely out of Hermione's mouth before Harry's cock twitched with excitement. He knew this was going to be a night to remember, one filled with new and thrilling experiences. He led the way out of the gym, the other gym-goers watching with envious eyes as the trio made their exit, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the grand halls.

The castle of lust had been designed to cater to every sexual whim, and Harry had made sure to include a broom closet in the most unexpected places. He opened one such closet and pulled out a broomstick that had been enchanted for such occasions. It was a sleek, black Nimbus 2000, with a cushioned saddle that could accommodate two.

Hermione's eyes widened as she took in the sight, a thrill of excitement coursing through her. She had never tried anything like this before, and the thrill of the unknown made her pulse race. Luna's eyes sparkled with mischief.

Harry sat and pointed to his cock. "Have a seat Hermione."

Hermione's heart raced as she straddled Harry on the broom, the leather saddle cool against her heated skin. She reached behind her to guide Harry's cock into her, feeling it fill her up as she sat down completely. The sensation was incredible, her pussy tight around him as she leaned into his chest.

"Ready?" Harry whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her neck.

"More than ready," she replied, her voice trembling slightly with excitement.

Luna, not wanting to miss out, hopped onto the broom behind them, her own body pressing against theirs. Then she felt something push inside her and realized a magical dildo had grown from the handle into her wet pussy. She gasped with pleasure as it began to move in sync with Harry's thrusts.

"Lets fly." Harry held Hermione tight and Luna pressed her large tits to his back and they took off out an open window, the cool night air rushing over their bodies as they ascended. Harry leaned back slightly, letting the broom take over the flying, his hands now free to roam over Hermione's body. He cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples as they soared through the night sky. The castle looked magnificent from above, the moonlight casting a silver glow over the turrets and towers.

The wind whipped around them, carrying their moans and gasps as Harry began to move his hips, pushing his cock deeper into Hermione. Luna held on tight, her own breathing becoming ragged as the dildo inside her responded to their movements, the vibrations growing stronger with each thrust.

They flew over the castle grounds, the cool air kissing their skin as they climbed higher into the night. The stars above twinkled like diamonds scattered across a velvet blanket, their light reflecting off the windows below. Harry's cock slammed into Hermione with a steady rhythm that matched the beating of her heart, the broomstick between them acting as a conduit for their shared passion.

Luna's moans grew louder as the magical dildo inside her reached new depths, her hips moving in sync with Harry's and Hermione's. The sensation of the wind in her hair and the feeling of weightlessness added a layer of exhilaration to their already intense experience. She reached around Harry, her hands finding Hermione's breasts, she squeezed while holding on to Harry chest for balance, her eyes locked onto the full moon above.

Hermione's eyes rolled back into her head, the pleasure from Harry's cock and Luna's touch too much to handle. "Oh, Harry," she whimpered, her voice carrying on the wind.

"Look down, Hermione," Harry said, his voice strained with exertion. "Look at how beautiful the castle looks from up here."

Hermione opened her eyes and gazed down at the sprawling estate, the moonlight casting long shadows over the perfectly manicured lawns and the cobblestone paths that wound around the building. The sight was breathtaking, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of Harry's cock inside her, the cool air making her nipples peak and the wind caressing her overheated skin.

They flew in a wide arc, the broomstick seeming to know exactly where to go as Harry focused on the sensation of being inside Hermione. The magical dildo inside Luna matched their pace, thrusting into her with each beat of Harry's cock. She felt her climax building, her pussy tightening around the phallic object as she leaned further into Harry, her hands gripping his chest.

Hermione's eyes were squeezed shut, her body taut with the tension of impending release. She could feel the cool night air caressing her skin, the wind whipping around them as they flew. Harry's cock was like a piston inside her, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

Luna's breath grew ragged against Harry's back, her teeth digging into his shoulder as she too felt the beginnings of an intense orgasm. The dildo inside her was relentless, pumping in time with Harry's thrusts. She could feel her juices starting to dribble down her thighs, the sensation only adding to the eroticism of their flight.

"Oh, Harry, I'm going to come," Hermione panted, her voice strained with need.

"Let go, love," Harry encouraged, his own orgasm just on the horizon. He could feel Luna's breath hot against his neck, her pussy tightening around the broomstick with each passing second.

She did as he said, her body giving in to the intense pleasure that had been building within her. Her pussy clamped down on Harry's cock, her orgasm rippling through her in waves as she threw her head back and screamed out into the night.

Luna clung on to Harry as came harder on the fake cock, her pussy quivering with each spasm. Harry's own orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, his cock pulsing deep inside Hermione as he too threw his head back and roared into the night air. The broomstick jerked slightly with the power of their shared climax, sending a thrill of excitement through all three of them.