Luna practices her CPR on you.

Bliss. Pure bliss. You’ve never felt more happy and content in your entire life and now that you’re satisfied, the rest of your cares just seem to melt away. You’re the hated enemy of Lord Voldemort. Whatever. You’re shrinking away to nothing. Who cares? One of your best friends tried to smother you. Mistakes happen. Luna’s pussy has you in a tight grip as seemingly gallons of her own cum flow past you. Priceless.

Distantly, you feel yourself fall free of Luna’s steaming snatch before you land lightly on her silky soft panties. You don’t even bother to move. You’re still covered liberally in Luna’s warm, sticky fluids leaving you feeling warm, if moist. And you’re with Luna; safe, secure, crazy as a loon Luna. With this thought, you begin to drift off to sleep.

“I’ll save you Harry,” Luna cries out, but she sounds very far away now. Large but delicate fingers curl gently around you and, with a wet squelch, lift you from the sticky pool in Luna’s panties. Momentarily, you fight back the exhaustion that’s threatening to claim you and you crack open a single eye.

Luna’s beautiful pale face, framed by her long blond hair, dominates your vision. You watch, detached, as her soft lips part and a glistening pink tongue rolls out to accept you. Vaguely you realize that this should probably cause you some concern, but you’re feeling too damned good right now and your brain seems to refuse to allow you to worry. “It’s Luna,” your mind whispers soothingly, “she won’t hurt you.”

You watch in dazed fascination as she lowers you gently onto her extended tongue. The rough, slimy texture of her tongue seems to tickle slightly as her fingers release you and her tongue curls up around the sides as if cradling you. Still you make no move; perfectly content to let your goofy girlfriend go about her goofy business. Slowly her top lip slides past as you and Luna’s tongue are both pulled back into her steaming mouth. Your tiny glasses, still smeared with as much of Luna’s cum as the rest of you is, fog up immediately as her moist breast blows against you.

The moment you’re inside, you hear a slight pop as Luna’s lips seal shut, locking you into her warm, dark mouth. Immediately sleep starts to overtake you again, as if sleeping in the middle of a giant tongue were the most natural thing in the world.

Suddenly Luna blew hard into her closed mouth, puffing out her cheeks like a chipmunk as she did so.

Immediately you are wide awake and clutching the sides of your head as both your ears pop simultaneously. The pressure inside her mouth is amazingly intense and you find yourself curled into a fetal position with your eyes and mouth squeezed tightly shut. What the goblin’s gobstones is she doing?!

After what seems like an eternity, the pressure disappears as Luna breathes out through her nose. You open your eyes just to see her lips open again, giving you a glimpse of the outside world. Before you can say anything or even form a coherent thought, Luna inhales strongly. Like being smacked in the face by a bludger, you are thrown backwards by the **** of Luna’s breath. You feel yourself slide backwards along the slick surface of Luna’s tongue before it begins to dip down lower. Her throat! With reflexes that would have made Mrs. Norris, Filtch’s cat, proud, you spin around onto your belly and throw your arms out; trying desperately to cling to Luna’s spongy tongue.

But it’s no good. Luna’s powerful breath continues to blow past, dragging you ever closer to the deep, dark abyss of Luna’s throat. You make a few **** attempts to call out to Luna but your tiny voice is carried away by the roar of the wind in your ears. Slowly your body is pulled closer and the ominous opening seems to widen as if eager to accept you. Finally one arm loses its grip and you fall forward a few inches, bringing your face directly above Luna’s open throat. You stare, with a mixture of horror and fascination, down into her glistening, gullet. It seems to stretch down forever into the darkness. You gulp nervously and then start as you realize that the wind had finally stopped.

You take one last, hypnotized look into the inky darkness of Luna’s throat before you roll away into the middle of her tongue again; just as Luna blows hard into her cheeks again. Immediately both your ears pop a second time and you, exhausted and already out of breath, curl into a tight ball against the sudden **** of pressure. After several long moments the pressure finally bleeds away again.

You barely have a moment to catch your breath before Luna’s soft pink lips part again and light shines in upon you. You brace yourself, expecting another sharp intake of breath but instead, the undulating muscle beneath you pushes upwards, and you are shoved unceremoniously out of Luna’s mouth.

You land with a wet splat on the mattress. For several long seconds you simply lay there, face down catching your breath. Above you, Luna seems to be whispering excitedly to herself.

“What’s next? What’s next? Shock him? No, no. Fire? That’s not right. Oh, right! Chest compressions!” You hear a swish of fabric and you begin to roll over onto your back. Chest compressions? On you? Is she under the impression that you’ve been injured? You shudder to imaging what a single compression with her weight on your tiny chest would do to you. Potter jam anyone?

Towering above you, your view of Luna is temporarily obstructed as she yanks her robes over her head and tosses them aside.

“Whoa,” you whisper, all other concerns forgotten as you behold the beautiful woman staring back at you. With her robes off, you are free to goggle at Luna in all of glory. You’ve already seen her jiggling chest up close, but it was a very different thing to see them in the light instead of under the darkened robes. Sitting large and round on her chest, her breasts form a line of cleavage that seems to trap your eyes just as easy as it had trapped your body earlier.

“…Seems weird,” Luna says with a shrug that causes her boobs to wobble slightly on her chest, “but if it helps.” With that, she reaches quickly behind her and with a snap, the silver and blue brassier falls free, exposing Luna’s rosy pink nipples to the air. Casually she tosses the bra aside as easily as her robes and then she leans over you. The massive orbs of soft flesh seem to reach down towards you as Luna leans forward onto her hands, hovering her beautiful boobs directly above you. You still aren’t sure what she’s going but you aren’t going to argue with the show.

“Chest compressions,” Luna repeats urgently and your dazed smile falters as a thought occurs to you.

She can’t possibly mean…

Suddenly, Luna’s arms bend, dropping the left wobbling globe of flesh directly towards you. You inhale, intending to tell her to stop but your entire body is immediately enveloped by her warm, soft breast. All sound is shut out, replaced by the excited heartbeat of your would be savior. You feel the rougher texture of her nipple press flatly against your stomach. You open your mouth, to cry out as the weight behind the breast increases but soft, titty flesh forces its way into your mouth immediately. The weight continues to increase and you’re sure that Luna is resting the entire weight of her torso on your tiny frame. If it weren’t for the amazing softness of Luna’s breast, you’d be crushed into the mattress.

After a moment passes the weight lifts off, and the massive orb of flesh slowly rolls off of your face. You take a breath, trying to determine if you ultimately enjoyed the experience or not. If she were just a bit gentler, you’d actually have enjoyed that quite a bit. Ignorant to your musings, Luna lifts her breasts just barely off of you before she crashes them down onto you again.

You barely have time to register what is happening before you are again pressed deeply into the soft, sweet smelling skin. You smile into Luna’s breast. Chest compressions… honestly.

Sure enough, again and again her jiggling orb rises off of you and again and again it drops back down, pressing you against its warm wobbling softness. And you must be enjoying it, because even exhausted; it doesn’t take long for your dick to spring back to life. Before you know it, you’re meeting each of Luna’s boob presses with a gentle thrust of your manhood.

Luna hops her left breast on you a dozen or so times before she suddenly switches to the right one and begins the process again. By the end you simply stretch your arms out at your sides and close your eyes, just experiencing as much raw boobage as you can. Bliss.

“Oh, by all that is fuzzy and triangular,” Luna pouts as her breast rolls off of you for the last time, “I think I chose the wrong one.”

Huh? Before you can sit up to put her at ease, her long fingers loop around one of your ankles and you are hoisted effortlessly into the air. Her entire glorious body flies by as you are lifted above her upturned face. You watch her eyes close as her glistening pink tongue rolls out to greet you a second time; though at a much greater incline than before. “Ahhh…” Luna says softly as you take in every detail of her shiny wet maw.

Shit! You’ve got milliseconds; can you get Luna’s attention before you take the plunge?!