Temporary Rest

Hermione woke up first. She groaned as she stretched her sore body. Her pussy throbbed with every movement. She looked at Luna who was covered in dried cum. Her own body was sticky with it. She smiled at the sight. Harry was still asleep. His cock was soft. She sighed in relief. She didn't think she could take another round.

She crawled over to Luna. She kissed her softly.

Luna stirred awake. Her eyes were glazed. "Harry?" she mumbled.

Hermione chuckled. "No, it's me."

Luna blinked. "Oh." She looked around. "Did we...?"

Hermione nodded. "All night." Luna blushed.

"Oh." She looked at Harry. "He's still asleep." Hermione nodded. "Good. We need a break."

Luna giggled. "I don't think I can walk."

Hermione laughed. "Me neither."

She traced a finger through the dried streaks on Luna's stomach. "Look at us. Covered in him." A possessive thrill warmed her core despite the exhaustion. Luna shivered under her touch, eyes drifting back to Harry's sleeping form. His soft cock lay against his thigh, innocent-looking now. Impossible, after what it had done to them.

Hermione went to a cabinet and pulled out two potions. "Here. This should help."

Luna gulped hers down gratefully, sighing as warmth spread through her aching muscles. Hermione did the same, watching Luna stretch with renewed ease. The potion worked quickly, easing soreness but leaving the deep throb between their legs untouched—a pleasant reminder.

Luna pulled Hermione close cupping her ass and kissed her hard.

Their tongues tangled as Hermione moaned into Luna's mouth. Luna's hands slid down Hermione's back, fingers digging into her hips as she pulled her flush against her own sticky body. Hermione gasped against Luna's lips, her hands tangling in Luna's wild hair. The taste of Harry's dried cum mingled with the salt of sweat on their skin—a visceral reminder of the night's debauchery.

Hermione broke the kiss, breathing ragged. "We're filthy," she murmured, eyes dark with intent. Luna nodded, already dragging Hermione toward the adjoining bath chamber. Steam rose from the marble tub as enchanted taps filled it with lavender-scented water. They sank into the warmth with twin groans, the heat soothing battered muscles while amplifying the persistent ache between Hermione's thighs.

Luna leaned back pressing her back against Hermiones breasts. Hermione wrapped her arms around Luna's waist, fingers tracing idle patterns on her stomach beneath the water. The steam curled around them, carrying the floral scent that couldn't quite mask the underlying musk of sex lingering on their skin. Luna tilted her head back onto Hermione's shoulder with a contented sigh. "Do you think he'll wake soon?" she murmured, eyes drifting shut.

"Knowing Harry? He'll sleep for a bit. Luckily we'll have some time to relax before he comes for the next round."

Hermione slid her hands up Luna's sides, fingers brushing the sides of her breasts. Luna arched into the touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips as Hermione's thumbs circled her nipples beneath the water. The heat amplified every sensation—the ache between Hermione's own thighs deepening as she felt Luna tremble against her. She dipped her head, kissing the curve of Luna's neck, tasting lavender and salt and the faint, stubborn musk of Harry's seed still clinging to her skin. Luna's breath hitched, her hand sliding down to grip Hermione's thigh beneath the surface.

"Still sensitive?" Hermione murmured against her ear, her voice low and rough. Luna nodded wordlessly, tilting her head to expose more of her throat. Hermione nipped lightly, then soothed the spot with her tongue. Her hand drifted lower, fingers tracing the inside of Luna's thigh, moving deliberately slow toward the heat between her legs. Luna tensed, a choked gasp catching in her throat as Hermione's fingertips brushed through slick folds—swollen and tender from Harry's relentless fucking, yet undeniably responsive.

"Shhh," Hermione breathed, pressing a kiss to Luna's shoulder. "Just relax." Her fingers circled Luna's clit with feather-light pressure, drawing out a shuddering moan. Luna's head fell back against Hermione's collarbone, her hips lifting instinctively into the touch despite the lingering ache. Hermione watched her own hand move beneath the water, the ripples obscuring everything but the tension in Luna's body—the trembling thighs, the tight grip on Hermione's knee, the sharp intake of breath when Hermione slid two fingers deep inside her.

Luna cried out, arching violently. "Hermione—!" The sound echoed off the marble walls, raw and shattered. Hermione curled her fingers, finding that spongy spot Harry had hammered all night, and Luna came undone instantly—a gasping, shuddering collapse against Hermione's chest, her inner walls fluttering wildly around Hermione's hand. Hermione held her through it, murmuring nonsense into her hair as Luna trembled, oversensitive and overwhelmed.

When Luna finally stilled, breathing ragged, Hermione withdrew her fingers slowly. Luna whimpered at the loss but didn't open her eyes, boneless in the warm water. Hermione rinsed her hand absently, watching the faint cloudiness dissipate. The ache in her own body pulsed, insistent and hungry. She shifted Luna gently aside. "My turn," she whispered.

Luna disappeared under the water as Hermione shifted positions, then Hermione felt a tongue enter her. Hermione gasped, arching her back against the tub's edge as Luna's mouth found her throbbing clit. The water muffled Luna's movements but amplified every flick and suck—a wet, relentless pressure on oversensitive nerves still screaming from Harry's ****. Hermione's knuckles whitened on the marble rim, her hips lifting instinctively. "Luna—yes—right there—" The words dissolved into a moan as Luna's fingers joined her tongue, sliding deep.

Hermione came violently, water sloshing over the sides as her body convulsed. She saw stars, the pleasure sharp enough to border on pain after hours of relentless orgasms. Luna surfaced, gasping, water streaming from her silver-blonde hair. They clung to each other, breathing ragged in the steamy air, the bathwater. They then shared a passionate kiss wtih each other their tongues exploring the others mouth.

They soon broke the miss before smiling to each other. "Bloody hell Luna." Hermione cupped her face. "I think Harry and I will keep you."

Luna giggled, kissing Hermione's cheek. "I'm yours."

Hermione sighed contentedly, resting her forehead against Luna's. The bathwater cooled around them, steam thinning as their breathing steadied. Outside, birds chirped—a jarringly innocent sound against their debauched reality. Hermione traced Luna's collarbone where a faint bruise bloomed, Harry's teeth marks still visible beneath the waterline. "We should get out before he wakes."

Luna nodded and stood the water and soap running down her body as she stepped out onto the cool marble floor. Hermione watched her move—every sway of Luna’s hips a testament to their exhaustion and the night’s brutality. She followed, wincing as her feet touched the tile, the soreness in her thighs flaring anew despite the potion’s relief. Towels hung nearby, fluffy and white, untouched since yesterday. Luna grabbed one, rubbing it lazily over her freshly clean and cum free skin. Hermione did the same, the rough fabric scraping pleasantly over tender flesh.

They didn’t speak as they walked back into the bedroom. Harry still lay sprawled across the bed, one arm flung over his face, breathing deep and even. His cock rested soft against his thigh, a deceptive calm after the storm.

Luna grinned at her. "Should we wake him? A special wake up call?"