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I made this as a sort of sequel to borgin and burkes created by MDF. A warning gets sexual.
His story:
I hope you enjoy!
“Harry!” Hermione exclaimed, rushing into his arms. Ginny and Luna did likewise.
“Have you seen Ron?” she asked. Hermione noticed Harry's face fall at the question. before he could answer though he grapped his wife in a desperate hug of relief. Harry felt useless, how could this have happened with his wife captured and missing.
"Ginny... I'm so sorry I feel useless," he whispered into her hair.
"It's not your fault," she said, hugging him tight. "But Harry, I've had the most awful time... Can we go home now?"
Harry kissed her hair, "Anything you want... Come on you two as well..." Harry said, looking at Hermione and Luna. He couldn't believe his wife, best friends were captured... This was a new low... He promised himself this would be over with today.
Ron was waiting with some of the other Auror's and waved when he saw them approaching. Harry noticed the way he immediately looked down the corridor again, after seeing Hermione. He wanted to talk to him but was aware that Ginny had been through a nightmare and didn't want to leave her. The fact Ron had left him behind annoyed him... He felt let down, Hermione was his best friend, how could he do that to her? She'd saved his life so many times... It was unforgivable. He put his arm around Ginny's waist, helping her down the corridor towards the exit and the waiting Aurors, and floo back to London.
"Okay Harry, we found this place," one of the Aurors said to Harry. "We got her, she's rather unresponsive... we found her strapped in a chair and two uhhhmm strange boxes with these tongues were licking her feet."
"She must have been trapped for a while because the door was throughly locked." another auror added.
"Did you find a cat?" Hermione asked.
"A cat?" One of the Aurors replied. "We haven't seen one."
"Quentin Lynche! he's an unregistered animagus, a CAT!" She shouted.
"Well if you'd have told me earlier we could have brought it in too..." an auror snorted
Harry shook his head, "Alright... Robbins, Brownhay search the area, maybe we can still find him." He added.
"Harry," Ron said, looking crestfallen, "I'm so glad you brought them back... I didn't believe you when you told me..." he broke off.
"You weren't even looking for us!" Hermione exploded.
"We were looking," he protested. "But I didn't think they'd really have gone..."
"This isn't the time," Harry said, waving them both to silence. "Let's get home." He turned and showed the girls to the apperation point. Harry side apparated them all not letting them go out of his side for even a second. He wasn't letting Ginny out of his site. Ginny smiled as she'd never seen him like this before. He was very protective of her, but this was something more. She loved it.
As soon as they were back at Harry and Ginny's home he said, "I'm going to go cook you all some supper. Why don't you girls go and get cleaned up? I'll make sure Kreacher prepares clothing for you all. Kreacher!: Harry said, the elder elf appeared out of thin air.
"Master requests..." Kreacher said, bowing low.
"Get three clean robes for the ladies...!" Harry added to the end as Kreacher was slow in leaving. He sped out of the kitchen.
Harry took a breath, and stepped away from Ginny. She smiled. She knew he wanted to stay there holding her, but his need to do something, look after them, won. He smiled back, kissing her quickly.
"I'll go get cleaned up," she said. "Do you need any help?"
"No, it's okay," he answered. She smiled and left him to it.
Hermione, Luna and Ginny entered their own bathroom, Harry and Ginny's mansion was massive and had multiple bed and bath rooms.
Hermione entered her bathroom turning on the tap she underdressed and watched the tub slowly fill with hot water. She added the bubble bath, watching the water foam. Hermione smiled, slipping into the water with relief. She felt a wave of heat and sweat break out over her. She washed herself, cleaning her body thoroughly. With her eyes closed Hermione thought about her torment. Ariadne had been good at it, no denying that. Hermione had found herself wanting it. Well... Not from her of course... But maybe in the right circumstances... It would be fun. Ginny had told once before a good foot massage can be heavenly. How wrong was she to tell her friend that it was disgusting. Hermione thought about it some more. If Ron, or anyone she loved, did it. Would she have liked it?
Luna lay in her bathtub looking up at the ceiling... It was very relaxing in this house and she felt at ease. They had been through so much, and had got through it. It felt good. Luna smiled and sank back further into the water. Closing her eyes and feeling the water buoy her up. She thought about what she'd seen. Hermione's feet. She hadn't really seen Ginny's but she imagined them to be very nice as well. Her thoughts wandered to how nice it would be to rub their feet for them or have them rub hers. The thought of her feet being touched gave her goosebumps, and she shivered a little in the warm water.
Ginny was in her tub, she had taken a good hour in there before she started to wash, enjoying just the warm, relaxing water. She was now, though, and was concentrating on cleaning all of Quentin and Ariadne's saliva off her feet, and trying not to think about where it came from. She scrubbed every inch, soaping and rinsing, and then rubbing cream all over her feet until they felt soft and supple again. She sighed, feeling like she could finally relax. The whole experience was horrible but that small lingering feeling also felt a rush. Ginny loved to play with sex it was just something about feet. She liked it when Harry played with her feet, she'd even asked him to suck them on their honeymoon. Now she found herself wanting him to do it again. She shivered at the thought ... She could just imagine him... Sucking her toes again... maybe she could guilt trip Harry into it. Ginny smiled as she stood up, imagining how she'd get him to do it. He'd said it himself. Anything she wants.
Downstairs Harry was putting the last touches on a big meal. The girls had been through hell and he failed them. He couldn't save them, they saved themselves, thank Merlin for that. He wanted to do everything for them, he wanted to make it up to them. Kreacher walked into the kitchen with a load of folded laundry in his hands. Harry smiled at the sight he'd forgotten about clothes. That was all sorted now, though.
"Thank you, Kreacher." Harry said. The old elf bowed and scurried away. Harry smiled at him. It was so hard to understand him. He had been treating him well. Better than when Sirius was alive. It seemed to be paying off. Harry heard footsteps as the girls entered the room.
"Well, that was nice," Ginny said, as they sat around the dining table waiting for Harry to dish up. She was wearing a blue dressing gown and looked stunning as ever Harry's heart skipped a beat. He loved her so much.
Hermione and Luna follow behind his wife. Hermione was in a light blue dressing gown, looking more stunning than he had ever seen before, Luna in a yellow one. Her hair was in a long ponytail that hung down her back.
Harry swallowed hard trying to concentrate. He looked over the dishes he'd made. "Right... take a seat girls ... I'll get this served up." He smiled at Ginny, trying not to stare at her.
He'd done well if he did say so himself. There was steak, vegetables, Yorkshire puddings... and gravy. He'd also cooked mashed potatoes, and roast potatoes. He had a big bowl of salad. He'd also made a dessert. Chocolate cake... Ginny loved chocolate.
The girls seemed to relax finally, and enjoyed the meal. They chatted and laughed. Harry sat and listened, occasionally chipping in with a comment. He loved having friends over and just wanted to be a good host. He didn't know what he would have done if they had never returned.
When the meal was done they retired to the sitting room, Harry leaving to go and make tea for everyone. He returned with a pot of tea, cups and milk, then sat on the couch next to Ginny. The TV was on in the corner but no one paid it any attention.
"It's good to be home," Ginny sighed. Hermione nodded in agreement.
Luna sat silently, looking into her cup. Harry looked at his wife and pulled her close. He kissed her brow.
"It is," he agreed. holding her warm body next to his. She smelled so nice...
Hermione looked at the two of them, and felt a pang. She didn't know how to explain it. it had been so long where she and Ron would sit like that together. "can you explain what exactly happened with Ariadne? we noticed a bunch of feathers, oils, some ripped socks and binds laying all over the place?" Harry asked the girls.
The three of them exchanged glances. Hermione and Luna looked at Ginny, and nodded. They began explaining how each of them got captured and what happened when they were in captivity "Ariadne, the witch who did it to us, had some help. An Unregistered Animagus, his name is Quentin Lynche, he was responsible for a series of kidnappings involving young muggle women and witches," Ginny explained.
"Well I've put out a warrant for his capture," Harry said. "And I've also sent people to the address the Aurors found you, to look for the cat animagus. we might get lucky." He added.
"Well it's true he wasn't there when we left," Hermione said. "I think he'd abandoned her..."
"I hope he hasn't fled the country," Ginny said.
"Hopefully not," Harry agreed, noticing Ginny yawn Harry looked at Hermione and Luna who also started to yawn. "Will you be staying here?" He asked the blonde and brunette.
"If you don't mind." Luna said. Hermione seemed hesitante. "You're welcome to stay," Ginny said. Hermione nodded.
"Ron's not been exactly... reliable recently," Hermione said, blushing.
"Then you can stay here," Harry said. It was the least he could do. Hermione smiled, and stood. Ginny followed suit, then Luna. Harry watched as his wife helped the girls upstairs to a couple of spare bedrooms. He heard them chatting, laughing, and Hermione's giggle echoed through the corridor.
He smiled, returning to his seat on the couch. He cleaned up the glasses before turning the tv off and making his way upstairs.
Harry slipped into their own bedroom. Ginny was lying on the bed in her underwear. Harry's breath caught. He slowly undressed, laying his clothes over a chair as he removed them. He approached the bed and kissed her bare shoulder.
"I'm so sorry, Ginny," he said, his voice choking. Ginny sat up and cupped his face in her hands. He closed his eyes, feeling a tear trickle down his face. She kissed him softly. He opened his eyes, looking at her as she kissed him again.
"It wasn't your fault," she said softly, and then kissed him once more. She took his hand and placed it on her stomach. Her lips were soft on his as she kissed him. "Now join me ," she added, moving back onto the bed and lying down. She lifted the duvet aside and smiled at him.
Harry's heart leapt, and he smiled as he lay next to her. He kissed her shoulder one final time before wrapping his arms around her protectively pulling her close towards him. She settled back against him.
"Thank you," she whispered. Harry nodded, burying his face in the back of her neck. He felt her breathing slow and deepen as she drifted into sleep. Harry held her tight, feeling content and safe. He fell asleep soon after.
As Hermione tried to fall asleep she couldn't shake the feeling of Ariadne and Quentin tickling her feet non-stop.
It wasn't long before she came to a realization... The thoughts and feelings that had been swirling in her mind since being tickled for the first time. She could no longer ignore them, pretend they weren't there. They were.
She liked being tickled. It was something she wanted.
Hermione considered herself a logical, rational person. She didn't like it when things didn't make sense. Her feelings made no sense. Why would she enjoy something that was so humiliating and degrading. But she did... The way Quentin abused her feet to his heart's content, the feeling of Ariadne's wet tongue running up the sides of her toes, tickling the ridges... It had been exhilarating, and in the end... enjoyable. She felt ashamed, and yet... a little excited at the prospect of doing it again...
Hermione felt herself becoming wet. She closed her eyes, trying to fight against it. She could never tell anyone. Ron would never understand. He'd probably laugh at her, or worse... think she was some kind of freak. But the thoughts were there. In her mind. It wasn't as if she could just make them go away.
She felt herself slipping further and further into her daydreams... she imagined someone... he was holding her foot, running his fingers over her toes and sucking them one by one into his mouth. Hermione felt herself moaning as she imagined his tongue running over her skin... images of Ron and Draco popped into her head but most prominently Harry. her best friend and husband to her closest girlfriend Ginny.
It made no sense, she told herself again. Harry was married... Ginny was her best friend... But her thoughts were not her own any more. She imagined him sucking her toes, his mouth running over her sole and tickling her ankle... it was too much for her. She pressed her fingers against herself, and suddenly she felt the heat spread over her. Her mind was hazy as the orgasm washed over her, making her moan.
Her thoughts slowly returned to her. Hermione was shocked, but at the same time... not. She had been right... She did like it. She'd enjoyed it... even enjoyed thinking about her best friend's husband doing it... She felt her face heat. This was not going to be easy.
As she drifted to sleep Hermione knew things were going to change. She knew her feelings were too strong now. They'd been hiding under the surface before but now she could no longer deny them.
Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day...
The next morning Harry was awakened by a subtle feeling on his chest. He opened his eyes and looked up at Ginny as she straddled him.
“Good morning,” she said smiling, kissing his nose.
Harry yawned, “Morning,” he replied, looking at Ginny. She was in a soft white t-shirt with the words "Sassy Witch" in pink and her underwear. Her hair was in disarray and she had a sexy smile on her face, and her eyes gleaming. She looked as beautiful as ever. Harry’s heart raced up looking at her, he felt her hand slipping down his chest and then over to his side.
“Ginny,” he said, “you look good in the morning.” She smiled and kissed him softly.
"Hermione and Luna are already awake. I thought me waking you up would be a bit more fun,” she whispered before kissing him again. Harry’s hands rose to her hips as she kissed him again, his heart was beating wildly. He could feel the warmth of her between his legs... She felt nice straddling him. He didn’t want to stop. He slid his hands up over her thighs and cupped her behind. She moaned and kissed him, pushing into him.
"Would you be up to make us breakfast?" ginny asked him. "You always make the best breakfast.” She added.
"I guess I could," Harry said, smiling at her. "Are you wearing this down stairs?" he asked.
"Of course not," Ginny said, climbing off him, and pulling on a short blue dressing gown. Harry watched her go, admiring her shape as she walked to the door and then out. He got out of bed and slowly dressed in his dark jeans and a white shirt.
Downstairs Luna was in the sitting room looking out the window and Hermione was in the kitchen. She was sipping orange juice and looking through some of Harry’s cook books.
“Morning,” she said, when she noticed him. She smiled at him from her seat on a stool near the counter. Harry walked over to her. She was in the same yellow dressing gown as last night, and it looked good on her. He could see a sliver of her smooth tanned thighs peeking out from underneath.
“Hi,” Harry said, leaning against the counter next to her. “Do you have any breakfast suggestions?”
Hermione blushed at him, “Umm... well if you don’t mind... I thought of some pancakes.”
"I like pancakes." Luna replied from her seat in the living room.
Harry smiled, “Okay, I can make pancakes.”
Hermione and Luna both shared the same thought, as they watched him preparing their breakfast... He was very cute.
Hermione's eyes were drawn to his hands and forearms as he mixed the batter and cracked eggs. She thought back to her dream, and wondered what those hands would feel like against her feet. Luna, on the other hand, was watching Harry’s face. He had the same intense look he’d had when concentrating on a difficult spell. She loved that face. She watched him as he flipped the pancakes over and cooked the other sides, his concentration unwavering. It made him look almost... cute.
They didn’t have to wait long before Harry had their breakfast ready, and they made their way through to the dining room.
Ginny made her way downstairs and noticed her two girlfriends watching her husband like two love sick puppies. Shaking her head with a smirk Ginny decided to tease her friends a little and walked up behind Harry kissing him lightly on his cheek.
“Anything else I can do?” She asked. Ginny noticed her friends flinching at the kiss, she was not the only one with feelings for the man-who-won. Ginny smiled at Hermione and Luna both were now blushing to their ear tips.
“Huh?” Harry said, turning around and noticing Ginny’s friends blushing,
“I asked if you need anything.” Ginny repeated
Ginny smirked at her friends, then looked at her husband, “Nah, it's all done unless i need to make some more” She kissed him on the cheek again, and went to sit with Hermione and Luna.
Hermione couldn’t meet Harry’s eyes when he came over to the table with the pancakes. She’d just been caught out ogling him by her best friend. She couldn’t help it though. Ginny was very aware of what a good body he had under his shirts. His arms and chest... Luna was staring at her now, her eyes almost twinkling, she probably had seen Hermione looking too. Hermione’s cheeks flushed as Harry started putting pancakes on their plates.
“Help yourself,” he said to her and Luna, placing the jug of syrup in front of them. “There’s some fresh strawberries there too. Ginny, I’m going to go back to work today and see if there are any other reports on Quentin’s whereabouts.”
“That’s okay,” Ginny said. She leaned over to him and kissed his cheek, before taking a bite of her pancakes.
“I’ll be home when I can,” Harry added, smiling at her and then Hermione and Luna. “Try to have a good day.” He stood. Hermione found her eyes drawn to him as he walked towards the door.
“Have a good time, Harry,” Luna said, smiling at him. Harry turned and left the room. Hermione and Ginny both watched the door close behind him.
The girls finshed their breakfast and got ready for their day. Luna stood in her usual explorers outfit, her enchanted boots on and special gloves tucked underneat her arms. "Thank you for the hospitaity Ginny. I'll best be going now, the Dwarf Lickulangulars need to be released. I need to pick up some equipment to make sure I can safely remove them but it shouldn't take too long." She said before giving the other two girls a quick hug and then she was gone.
Hermione smiled after Luna's farewell, before turning back to Ginny. “I'm going home, god knows what Ronald has done to our apartment. I can’t see him doing any cleaning.”
She smiled at Ginny and started to walk to the door. Ginny watched as Hermione walked out the house, before closing the front door behind her. Then she looked back up the corridor. The house was quiet now. All that could be heard was the ticking of the clock. She was alone.
A sudden thought jumped into her mind
Ginny went and relaxed in her and Harry's hot tub that had been installed. She sat down and let the bubbles relax her sore muscles. Ginny sighed and closed her eyes sinking lower into the tub.
undisclosed location
Luna appeared with a pop into a forest, deep in the heart of Scotland. It was a strange place. There were all sorts of creatures that lived there. It was a magical protected forest to protect this part of the forest containing only the rare and unusual creatures in the magical world. Some were not really understood or known about. The forest had been known to have Dwarf Lickulangular living here.
Luna held the two boxes containing the dwarf Lickulangulars. She held one to her ear and listened to them squirming around. She loved the sound. She loved many sounds. The wind in the trees, the soft padding of thestrals as they stepped over the grass. There were so many things that people took for granted.
She had been doing her research, and was almost positive how to handle them. She had a feeling that they could be communicated with. She wondered what they would say if they could. She liked to think they would have interesting insights into the world.
placing the boxes on the ground Luna opened the box on the left first. the tongue reached out for her and began licking her hand. Luna shivered at the unusual feeling giggle as the tongue lapped all over her hand and wrist. "I suppose that's why they advise gloves ," Luna said and let out a soft laugh then.
Luna didn't really care so went ahead without gloves. The box was still a prision for the creature, the bars were enchanted and the creature was stuck at the bottom. The little Dwarf Lickulangular couldn't get out of the box. It's only hope was someone who wanted to set it free.
"Hello little one," Luna said, using her wand Luna tried a few unlocking charms but all seemed to fail, she tried a few more spells but none were successful. "You're enchanted well," She added, with a sigh.
"Perhaps if I used a different method." Luna wondered, and opened her other bag, and began searching through it. as she searched so took a glance at the box and found a strange looking hole at the side of the bars. "maybe a key of some sort was used together with the anit-Alohomora charm so only the key can open it." she said. Luna continued her search, and after a few minutes she finally found something that could work. She picked up a small silver stick from her bag and went back to the box and placed the end of the stick into the hole she had found, twisting it at the same time.
As soon as the key had been twisted there was a small pop and the box opened. the little Dwarf Lickulangualr was now free.
"Oh, you're welcome, little one." Luna smiled as the tongue slithered out. Luna went for the last box and did the same thing, freeing the other dwarf Lickulangular. Luna sat back and watched as the Dwarf Lickulangular slithered over the grass. "good luck, little ones." She smiled and waved goodbye, gathering her things Luna smiled feeling like she had helped. She then turned to her left and started to find a creature staring at her Luna gasping in shock.
The creature was very unusual. It had striking purple eyes, and dreadlocks spraying out over its back. It was not aggressive in any way. Luna was quite intrigued. She held out her hand and the creature leaned forwards and started to sniff.
"Hello there," she said softly, moving her hand slowly towards its face.
The creature didn't flinch. Its purple eyes seemed to stare into her soul. Luna felt a sense of peace wash over her. The creature felt peaceful. She loved peaceful creatures.
The creature’s eyes moved to look into hers , and Luna felt herself falling. The eyes were beautiful, and she felt hypnotised. She was in a trance. The creature was controlling her. Her heart started to race. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She wanted to ask what it was going to do, but couldn't. It didn't seem to be hurting her, though.
The creature began to move slowly towards her. Luna couldn't move, though she wanted to. She could still see and feel, though... She could feel the creature's hot breath on the skin of her bare arm. It was warm... It moved closer and took a surprising seat next to her.
Luna looked at the creature untill she noticed the dreadlocks she thought the creature had started to move, but realised in shock that the dreadlocks were moving towards her of their own accord. They moved slowly over her shoulders and began to wrap themselves around her body.
Luna felt panic, but tried to fight it. She told herself it was probably a natural behaviour for the creature. She was still held under its spell, and couldn’t move to try and stop it. The creature seemed to want to bind her up.
The dreadlocks moved tighter around her and soon Luna was trapped. She could hardly move. Then the spell broke and Luna realised she could speak again.
“W... what are you going to do with me?” She asked. The creature seemed to be studying her. Its purple eyes moved over her body and then returned to her face.
The beast let out a deep breath and started to glow faintly. Luna felt something come over herself, a strange feeling. her fear started to leave her but when she tried moving her arms the fear returned. It was liek the creature was slowly feeding off her emotions strangely. Then a thought came to her: Luna had read about this creature. The creature was a Kinkyxol, a creature that fed off emotions, mostly fear but some other emotions too...
While she was trapped next to her and the Kinkyxol the two dwarf Lickulangular appeared again. Luna watched as the two different magical creatures seemed to be communicating in a way she had never seen before. Luna watched in wonder. It was beautiful. She had never seen this before. The two creatures seemed to be discussing something...
her studies were short lived as she felt the Kinkyxol move around.
The Kinkyxol seemed to want her attention now. It turned its purple eyes on her and she felt a strange sensation. It seemed to want her to move. She tried to resist, but found she couldn't. The Kinkyxol was controlling her.
"Take off your boots," it seemed to be saying. Luna wanted to ask why, but seemed unable too. She felt her hands rise to the laces. She pulled at them, the boots aware her that the wearer wanted to undo the laces ... the laces untied. Luna pulled them off and placed them next to her. The socks follwed quickly.
The Kinkyxol released Luna from the spell. "gasp why did you do that?" she asked, suddenly able to speak again. She felt a little better that she could speak. The Kinkyxol looked at her, and then at the Dwarf Lickulingulars. They all seemed to be looking at each other, as if waiting for something. Luna had a sudden feeling in the pit of her stomach. She wasn't sure what it was.
The Dwarf Lickulangular's moved forwards. Luna watched in shock as they moved towards her feet. She tried to move back, but felt held still by the Kinkyxol.
"NO!" she shouted, her feet completely bare and exposed. The Dwarf Lickulangulars seemed to want them. She could see them licking their tongues in anticipation. Luna tried desperately to get away, but couldn't.
The Kinkyxol had a hold on her. It wanted her to stay still. The Kinkyxol breathed in deeply again like the first time and started to faintly glow. Before Luna could react any further she felt a tongue on her left foot. She screamed. The Dwarf Lickulangular was licking her foot. it seemed to want nothing more than that. It started to lick the ridges between her toes and the instep, up her foot and over her ankle, licking behind the knee. Luna started to giggle and laugh, she could feel a strange sensation. it tickled so much she tried to pull her legs away, but the Kinkyxol still had her held in it's tentacles.
Luna started to scream with laughter as her right got the same treatment as her left both dwarf Lickulangular were licking her feet at once. The Kinkyxol seemed to be feeding on that too. It was feeding on her laughter. Luna gasped between bouts of laughter until finally there was another moment of respite. He gulped down lungfuls of air, blinking her eyes rapidly.
“Oh no,” she said breathlessly. Then she started to squeal with laughter, again.
The Kinkyxol and the Dwarf Lickululars kept at it. Luna snorted with laughter, shaking her head in the cool air of the forest “Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh MY...!” she babbled as she tried moving her sides, her whole body shuddering with giggles. Then there was another brief pause in the tickling. Luna collapsed and waited. Her arms resting in the grips of the tentacles, her head resting on the kinkyxol's rather soft mass. She remained like this for a moment, breathing deeply, before her foot was attacked again and she started to howl with laughter.
The tickling didn't stop. It continued, and she kept laughing. it got even worse when the Dwarf Lickulangulars used their tongues to get inbetween her toes. Luna screamed, laughing, the tears streaming down her face. The Kinkyxol kept feeding off her laughter, its glow becoming brighter and brighter as time went on.
Luna felt exhausted, her sides ached from laughing so much. But still the Dwarf Lickulungualr and Kinkyxol continued. She couldn't escape them, no matter how hard she tried. It went on for what seemed like hours. She was sure she was going to collapse soon from exhaustion. Luna finally broke when one of the Dwarf Lickulangulars used its tongue from the bottom of her heel and up her foot.
"Ohhhhhhhh...! giggles cries Ohhhhhh!" Luna screamed with laughter, the tears pouring down her cheeks. She finally seemed to collapse, falling onto the Kinkyxol.
The Dwarf Lickularngulars kept going though. One started licking her ankle again, the other started to lick the ball of her foot. Luna didn't even notice.
The Kinkyxol slowly untangled it's tentacles from Luna laying her softly on the ground
Finally when it was done, the Kinkyxol began to withdraw. One final tentacle appeared from deep beneath the dreadlocks. Luna still unconscious had her eyes forced open as the tentacle slipped right into her forehead.
A bright light appeared in her eyes for a brief second. It faded, and the Kinkyxol withdrew its tentacle. Luna remained still on the ground. She was not moving.
The Kinkyxol leaned over her and breathed onto her face. The kinkyxol turned to the Dwarf Lickulingulars snarling at them.
The two Dwarf Lickulingulars slowly withdrew. They were reluctant to leave but did so at the Kinkyxols' command. They both slowly slithered away, one going towards the forest, the other towards the direction of a mountain.
Luna woke up and she was alone in the forest, her head felt as if it had been beaten but otherwise she was fine.
She noticed the two dwarf Lickingualars were gone. The Kinkyxol was gone as well. as she grabbed her socks and boots one final thought entered her as she was about to leave. "I have to return and find the Kinkyxol. such a fascinating creature." she said with a smile as she disappeared with another pop.
London.
Hermione returned to her apartment and noticed that it was a mess. sighing she entered the kitchen to find a bunch of unwashed dishes. "Ronald... for someone with a mother adept at cleaning spells ... I would have thought he would at least wash the plates."
Hermione waved her wand and the dishes started to clean themselves. The pots and pans came from the cupboards and started to wash themselves too. She watched with a sigh. It didn't take long for the dishes to be clean. Hermione put them away, and went into the living room.
It was not as bad, but there was still rubbish scattered all over the floor. She waved her wand again and everything disappeared. Her apartment was now clean. She smiled at her work, and headed up to her bedroom. There was no sign of Ron there either. He had probably left for the Aurors office. She sat on her bed, and sighed again.
She had thought about it all the way home. About her feelings for foot play, and her desire to do it. She wondered if it was normal. She couldn't talk to Ron about it, though. he would laugh at her.
Hermione sighed and undressed. She lay on her bed in her underwear. She looked down at her bare feet, and sighed. She wanted it so much. She wanted someone to tickle them again. Not Quentin this time. Someone she loved. She thought about Harry, maybe even a woman. She wondered what it would feel like.
She decided to try and tickle them herself. She wanted to know what it was like. She took a deep breath and moved her fingers over her feet. It felt.... she felt nothing. It was so boring. She tried again. Nothing. It was like she wasn't doing anything.
Hermione knew she had to do something about it. She couldn’t keep ignoring the feelings. She got off her bed and went into the bathroom. She stared at the mirror. She knew she wasn't as attractive as Ginny, but she was pretty. Her hair was shoulder length and brown. She had big brown eyes and a small nose. Her breasts were probably bigger than Ginny's. she looked at herself, imagining someone else doing it. Ron, Harry, even Ginny.
Hermione shook the thoughts from her head. She couldn't keep thinking like this, but the feeling tickling gave her was liberating. It felt so good. she wanted it. she needed it.
Hermione wondered maybe a muggle could help with her urges. It had been a while since last she went into the muggle world for anything other than work related matters. She could find a muggle club, muggles are a lot more open in their sex lives. Maybe one of them would tickle her feet for her. she would never see them again. It would be one night.
Hermione stared at herself in the mirror, thinking about it. She wondered what Ron would say if he ever found out. They had not had sex for a long time. The last time was a few months ago. And it was more than just lack of intimacy, it had always been a little awkward between them. Hermione decided to try her luck in the muggle world and started getting dressed and ready for the night ahead. She would go to a muggle club.
Hermione finished getting ready, and left her apartment, apparating to the other side of London. She went into a muggle area known for its rather interesting shops, clubs, shows etc. Hermione walked around the street, looking at all the shops. They sold things she had never seen. Sex toys, sexy lingerie... things she never knew existed. Women were dancing behind some of the windows. She walked past a sign advertising a club. It promised 'erotic dance' and 'the hottest strippers in London'.
Sadly this wasn't really what she was looking for, it was all a little too public . But Hermione continued to walk the street. There were people all around her. Muggles stared at her. She didn't look like them. They wore a lot less than she did, she felt overdressed, She sighed, and continued. Suddenly a man approached her.
"You look like you're a little lost," he said. He was dressed in a black shirt and dark jeans. He had short blonde hair. He smiled at her. Hermione looked at him. She studied him. He looked like a nice guy.
"Maybe," she said. "I'm looking for a... special kind of club."
"What kind of club?" he asked. Hermione blushed. She didn't know how to say it.
"I don't know," she admitted. "I guess just something different."
The man laughed. "You're a curious one, aren't you?"
Hermione nodded.
"Well, I know a place that might be what you're looking for." He smiled at her and held out his arm. "It's not far."
She hesitated. The man reassured her. "It's a safe place. There's nothing there that would scare you. I promise, and it's a registered business." He added.
Hermione looked at him again. She wondered if she could trust him. He seemed nice. Maybe this was the place. "Okay," she said, and placed her hand on his arm.
The man led her down the street and into an alleyway. There was a black door at the end. He knocked on it and it opened with a pop. "Come on in," he said. Hermione stepped inside and he followed her.
They walked down a dark corridor. The walls were lined with black leather sofas. They passed them and walked through another doorway into a dimly lit bar. Hermione was surprised to see there were people sitting around her, some talking, others laughing. They seemed like normal people. She hadn't expected to see so many people.
The man sat Hermione down on one of the stools, and hopped up on the one next to her. "What's your name?" he asked.
biting her lips Hermione wasn't sure what to say. She didn't want him to know her real name. "I'll just call you Rose if that alright?" the man asked, noticing her hesitation.
Hermione nodded. It was better than telling him her real name. "That's alright."
"You can call me Mike," he said, and smiled at her. "It's not my real name either. I'm a regular here." He added with a grin.
She smiled back. He was nice. "Well it's nice to meet you," she said, placing her hand out in greeting.
Mike shook it and smiled. "Can I get you a drink?" he asked.
Hermione nodded and looked at the menu. There were things she had never heard of. She pointed to a few things and Mike ordered for her. They talked as they waited for the drinks to arrive. After their drinks arrived Mike started explaining how this place works.
"When you enter this place it's basiclly telling the other people inside you are looking for a fun night with no strings attached. kinks can be explored, it is sometimes hard to find some willing to participate , so this place gives them a safe space." Mike explained.
"So it's a sex club?" she said.
"Well not exactly it is a social club where you can meet people who want to explore their kinks and fetishes. But yes sex might happen." Mike said. "It was created so that people with kinks wouldn't be judged; they can find partners or people who want to be their play partner."
Hermione nodded. He sounded serious. She noticed a woman walk over. "This is Pamela, my usual play partner," Mike said.
Pamela smiled at her and waved. "Hello." Hermione waved back.
"You're new... and pretty." Pamela said, "Where did you find this one?" she added towards Mike.
"In the street." Mike replied.
Pamela jokingly said "He hasn't lured you in here under false pretences has he?" She laughed and Hermione laughed back.
"No, I came willingly," she said, smiling at them both. She liked them. They were nice.
Pamela smirked, "Have a goodnight. Who knows, maybe in the future you and I could meet again, but I'll be getting back to the dungeon, Mike."
Hermione felt her face flush. She wasn't expecting Pamela to say that. She watched as they said their goodbyes.
Pamela left and Mike turned back to her. He studied her. "So what's your kink?" he asked.
"I'm not sure yet," she admitted.
Mike laughed. "Ah, you're a newbie."
Hermione blushed. "Is there a problem with that?"
"No, no," Mike said. "it's just... Most of the people here know what they want. I'd like to find out what you do." He added, and leaned towards her. She felt him put his leg up against hers.
"What do you like?" she asked.
"Well..." he said, thinking for a moment. "I like a lot of things, but my favourite is... feet." He looked at her and smiled.
Hermione's eyes widened. "Does that make you uncomfertible?" Mike asked her, looking a little sad to see her reaction to his admission.
"No-no... actually... I was thinking about the same thing." She said and Mike's face lit up. "I thought maybe someone here would be willing to... help me find out."
"Are you sure?" Mike said, studying her. "I can be your guide."
She nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure." Mike smiled, and stood up. Hermione stood and followed him.
They left the bar and walked towards a corridor filled with doors having signs some were occupied some were free Mike took a keycard and opened the door. Inside was a bed with a metal frame. It looked like a medical examination bed, but it was black. Mike went and sat on a sofa against one wall. He waved his hand at Hermione.
"So you like feet or maybe something you want to try?" Mike asked. "I am your guide in this room, and I am not here to judge you in any way."
Hermione walked over to him. "I want to... try something." she said, sitting down on the sofa.
"What is it you want to try." Mike asked.
"Well, uhm...." She felt flustered.
"Nothing leaves this room." He reassured her.
"Tickling." She admitted.
Mike smiled. "Tickling?"
"Yes," she said, looking down at her feet.
Mike nodded. "Okay, well that's easy enough." Hermione looked up . He was smiling at her. She knew he wouldn't judge her. She'd decided that when they had left the bar.
"I'd like to... find out." She added.
Mike nodded and stood. "Okay," he said. "So we can start with some tickling so you get a feel for all this and if you're still up for it we can have a little fun with my favourite kink and we'll take it from there, does that sound good to you." he asked. He smiled as he said it, his eyes twinkling.
Hermione nodded, her face still flushed.
"So we will begin. you can stop at any time, okay?" Mike asked.
She nodded.
"Why don't we take those shoes off first. It makes things a little more interesting." he said. Hermione looked at her shoes and then back at him.
"Okay." She agreed. Hermione reached down and took off her heels, placing them next to her. Mike knelt in front of her and reached up to her legs, gently pulling them out from underneath her.
"Now I'd like you to take your socks off," Mike said. His hands were warm against the skin of her knees. His fingers were strong, his nails perfectly trimmed.
"Alright." Hermione agreed, lifting her right foot and started to slowly peel off her sock. She placed it next to her shoe. She could feel his eyes on her as she did so. He was looking at her foot intently. It was probably a big deal for someone like him. She slowly removed her other sock. Hermione felt nervous now, but excited.
She placed the last sock next to her other, and sat back. Mike leaned forward, placing his hand under her right foot. He lifted it from the floor and placed it on his knee. She felt a sudden jolt at the warmth of his skin. His hand was hot against her foot.
"You have beautiful feet." Mike said looking at them and Hermione felt herself flush at the compliment. She started to relax and wondered what was going to happen next.
"Are you sure you want this?" Mike asked.
Hermione nodded again.
Mike moved his hand and started to massage her foot, starting at the heel and moving his hands up and down her foot, massaging her toes as well. Hermione sighed and closed her eyes. It felt so good, he had good hands. Hermione gasped in surprise as Mike's fingers began to tickle the bottom of her foot. The sensation was so unexpected that it made her giggle "You have a cute little giggle Rose." Mike said as he continued to tickle. The tickling wasn't as intense, mostly easing her into the sensation. Mike was trying to get her used to his touch, to get her to relax. His fingers tickled the bottom of her heel, and then up her foot again. He started to concentrate on the ball of her foot. Hermione laughed, a deep giggle this time. It was nice. She felt so relaxed.
Mike stopped and looked up at her, smiling. He lowered her foot back to the ground and lifted her left. "perfectly shaped feet," he said "From the deep crease under the toe to the soft arch on the underside. The toe joints are clean and defined, as if carved from fine marble. And the soles and heels are a delight of soft flesh."
"Thank you," Hermione said. It was the first time someone had complimented her feet like that. unless she would count Ariadne and Quentin whcih she wouldn't. She found it a little amusing how serious Mike was about feet.
"You should paint them black." Mike added.
"Sorry?" she asked, and he grinned. He had an open smile that seemed so happy.
"I said you should paint your toenails black." He explained. "I think it would look very sexy on you."
"Maybe I'll try that." She said, She wasn't sure why, but she found herself wanting to please him. He made her feel like her foot was a work of art he had in his hands. She leaned back and placed her elbow on the arm of the sofa. "Please, carry on." she added, closing her eyes again.
Mike massaged her foot in the same way as he had the other. He tickled it lightly, concentrating on the ball and heel. It was nice and relaxing, his fingers were warm against her foot. Mike stopped after a moment and lifted her foot from his lap.
He walked over to a cupboard in the corner. Hermione watched as he opened it and started to rummage through. "This place holds many toys to aid in the play of people who come here," he explained as she watched him.
"What kind of toys?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, there's all sorts... whips and chains, ropes and leather..." he pulled back a curtain with a bed behind, "Some people like a little pain." Mike continued rummaging through the cupboard. "Some just like to enjoy the company of the same sex." He pulled out a small bottle, a brush and a feather tickler.
Hermione noticed the item's Mike had picked were some of the same item's Ariadne and mostly Quentin had used on her, but she had a feeling that this would be different. "Nervous? you can still stop at any time." he asked with a reassuring smile. She had a feeling he would stop if she asked him too. "Do you want to be tied up? Maybe a blind fold?"
Hermione thought for a moment. She was still a little nervous. "Maybe just a blindfold," she said. Mike nodded, grabbed a plain black blindfold from a drawer and placed it over her eyes.
"It's okay, I'm still here." She heard his voice say. she heard Mike move some furniture around, she heard him place something close by her. He then took her legs gently and placed her feet on something soft. "it's just a pouf" he said as Hermione felt the softness. Hermione lay back, feeling the softness of the pouf under her feet.
Suddenly, she felt his hands on her foot. She felt the blindfold tighten around her eyes as she jerked in response. She heard Mike's chuckle. It was warm and comforting. She relaxed again. "Let's find out if you can laugh instead of giggle." he said and she felt him pick up something. A sudden burst of tickling erupted on her foot. Her whole body shook as she laughed. Mike moved around her foot, whatever he was using seemed to be all over her foot and ankle. It tickled the arch and the bottom of her heel. she felt it slide up her foot and then her ankle. "Oh my god, oh my god!" she screamed with laughter.
She could hear Mike's chuckle now. It sounded a little louder than before.
"Stop jerking like that," he said laughing. "Or I'm going to tie you up and tickle your pretty toes until you scream." he added and Hermione giggled at the threat. "Would you like that?"
Hermione was still laughing but managed to say "yes, maybe" between bouts of laughter. she heard Mike laugh, and then felt the feather move down her foot. She felt Mike move his hands under her foot and hold it firm.
"One final tickle before we really turn on the laughing gas." he said, and Hermione screamed with laughter as he tickled her foot. When he was finished she lay back panting. She wanted more. She wanted him to keep going.
Mike removed her blindfold, she saw the look on his face. He smiled. "You are one pretty lady." he said, he held out his hand, and Hermione took it, standing up. She felt her body trembling. Her legs are a little unsteady. He steadied her and walked over to the bed. He motioned for her to lie down. She did so, feeling his hand on her leg and lifting it up onto the bed. Mike moved to the head of the bed. "Now let's take things a bit further," he said.
"I'd like that," she replied.
He smiled and took hold of one of her feet. rubbing it gently while admiring it. "Perfectly shaped," he repeated. "Now" he said, grabbing a leather strap and attaching it to her ankle and then attaching the other end to the bed frame, making sure there was enough slack in it so she was comfortable. He moved to the other side of the bed and repeated the action. Hermione watched him, Mike walked over to her side taking her left arm and attaching a leather strap to her wrist, repeating the action for her right arm he then brought the ends up right above her lifting her arms and securing them against the headboard of the bed, so she couldn't move.
"I feel a little... helpless," she said, giggling. The straps were comfortable though, she was not struggling at all, and she could still lift her legs. She was happy to be helpless. He made her happy. Mike seemed to notice her giggling and smiled. "That's the point," he said. "Ready for some real tickling." He added, moving to the bottom of the bed.
Hermione nodded, Mike grabbed the bottle from earlier and smiled as her poured some into his palm. He rubbed the oil together in his hand for a few seconds, then wiped his palms over her feet and started to massage them. she sighed, relaxing as he massaged the oil into her skin.
"Now you are really ready," Mike said, reaching down and grabbing the feather tickler from the floor. He started to use it on her left foot. She felt it slide over her skin, she felt it tickling the bottom of her heel and up her foot to her toes. Hermione tried holding in her laughter. She felt Mike move to her right foot and the feather started to tickle it as well.
Hermione giggled. She couldn't stop. Mike continued to tickle her. The feather felt like it was everywhere. It tickled behind her knee as well. It made her scream with laughter. “Eeeeeeeheeheehehehehe!” Hermione squealed. It was so intense. Her arms shook in the straps, her legs were moving as much as they could, but the straps were holding them in place. Hermione couldn't do anything but lie there and laugh.
“Bahahahahaahahaha! Oh my god! Hahahahahahaha!” Her head shook from side to side. “Pleehehehease hahahahaha! They are! Hehehehehe! They are too ticklish! Hahahahahahah! Oh my god, It tickles so much!” She screamed.
Mike started to laugh. "That's what happens when you get too much oil on your feet." he said, moving the feather to tickle under her toes, and her whole body started to shake as she laughed.
Mike started to move around the bed, tickling her legs and thighs. It felt like a hundred feathers were on her. Hermione screamed again. She couldn’t stop. "Hahahahahahaha! Hahahahahaha!" Mike laughed and the tickling continued.
"Gehehehehehehehehehahahahahahaha!" Mike smirked and felt he could maybe convince Rose for some of his pleasure. This was fun but he wanted to get his tongue between her toes and feel her squirm. He didn't think it would be a problem from how she was behaving. He moved to sit next to her and used the brush and tickler at the same time. He brushed the brush on her foot and then tickled her. It was like the brush was teasing her skin before the feather did the final assault.
"You sound like a witch being tortured," he said with a smirk.
Hermione laughed even harder. “Hahahahahahahaha, Hahahahahha, hahahaha. Hahahaha. HAHAHAHA, HAHahahahahaha.” She squealed. From between Hermione's dress her wand fell out after all the shaking. Mike noticed the strange stick.
“Hahahahahaha... Hahahahaha hahahahaha, hahahahahaha.” Hermione squealed again. Mike saw the wand and grabbed it, bringing it over to her left foot he started to use it to tickle her. He moved the feather on top of the wand, so it was tickling at the same time as well.
“Heehehehehehahahahahahahahah! It tickles! Hahahahahahahahaha! It tickles!” Hermione screamed unbeknowst to her that Mike was tickling her with her wand! “Hahahaha, hahaha, hahahaha, hahahahaha. Hahahahhaha, hahahahaha...! OH MY GOD! HAHAHA, HAHAHAHAHahahah. HAHahahaha.” her body shook so much she was sure she was going to break one of the straps. She didn’t care.
Mike continued to tickle her and he felt his cock stiffen in his pants. "Are those tears? joy I hope" He asked with a chuckle.
Hermione looked up at him. “I can’t take it anymore! Hahahaha, it tickles, it tickles!” she screamed again.
Mike smiled, "one last spot before were done,"
“Nooooo!” Hermione screamed. “Nohohohoho! No, no, no! Hahahahahahahaha! Not my toes! Hahahahahahaha! Oh my god! Hahahahahaha! It tickles A LOT! Hahahahahahahahaha! I’m soooo ticklish! Hahahahahahahahaha! Now get away from my toes!” Hermione shrieked with laughter, her head shook rapidly from side to side, her whole body shuddering.
Mike laughed again and continued. Hermione knew she was going to cum, the laughter felt like an orgasm. Mike looked at Hermione's toes and with a final swish of the wand he stopped the tickling.
"Whew," Hermione gasped. "Oh my god..." She could still feel the laughter in her body, but it had subsided to a gentle giggle. Her body was still shaking with the aftershocks of the tickling.
Mike started to unstrap her, she moved her arms and legs. She sighed and leaned back against the headboard. "I'm exhausted." she giggled, still trying to catch her breath.
Mike laughed, he loved it. Tickling and a woman's laughter was so erotic. Mike had thought she was perfect when he met her, but now he thought she was almost too good to be true. "I liked this." he said to Hermione, who was still giggling. He walked over to her, and Hermione noticed his arousal in his pants as he moved. "Would you mind if I showed you another part of my kink?" he asked.
"No," Hermione said, still feeling the aftershocks of her tickling. She'd never had it that intense. "I don't mind."
Mike smiled and started to take off his shirt. Hermione watched him. He undressed completely and she looked at his body. He was fit, his muscles toned. His stomach was flat, his chest well defined.
When he finished, he climbed onto the bed. She felt his hands on her legs, bringing her foot over to his lips. Mike placed a soft kiss on the instep of her left foot. Then he moved to her toes, kissing the tips. He moved up to her ankle, kissing it gently. She felt him take her big toe in his mouth and suck.
She giggled softly, it tickled a little, but it was nice too. She watched him as he started to lick the underside of her toes. She giggled again. It was ticklish, but still nice. "I love feet." Mike mumbled and Hermione giggled. He didn't even sound sorry. He continued to lick her foot, and then he moved to her other one.
As he licked Hermione felt her desire grow. She wanted it. She wanted someone to do this to her again. Mike seemed perfect. He licked and sucked her toes. He kissed her ankle, and ran his tongue up her foot, licking the crease where her foot met her leg. He moaned softly as he licked, it was clear he enjoyed it a lot.
She giggled softly as he kissed the bottom of her toe, it tickled. Hermione blushed again. Whle he kissed and sucked her feet she noticed his erection standing tall and feeling like he deserved something she reached out with her hands and took his cock and started stroking it, watching Mike's face. She saw a wave of pleasure run through his body. He looked up and his eyes were wide with pleasure.
Hermione stroked him harder, and he started to moan. Sucking on her right big toe he licked and sucked the others as well. He seemed to enjoy it a lot. "I’m going to cum." Mike moaned.
Before Hermione could respond Mike got up and started stroking his cock aiming at her feet, He reached the climax and shot his cum all over them. "Fuck... it feels so good." Mike said, he seemed happy to have cum on her feet. She noticed her own desire rising.
Hermione blushed. She thought maybe he could satisfy her desire. Hermione felt so liberated. She had never felt so good. Her toes were warm from Mike's kisses. His cum was starting to cool and dry on them.
Mike sighed and rolled onto his back next to her. "That was... so good." He said. He sounded happy.
She giggled. It seemed so funny. He'd really enjoyed it. "Yeah," she agreed.
Mike rolled to look at her, a smile on his face. "Can I see you again?" he asked.
Hermione grinned. "Yeah, that would be nice." she said.
Mike nodded and started to get off the bed. He smiled at her. "I'll see you later Rose. It's a pleasure to know you." he said as he dressed and waved goodbye leaving Hermione in bed.
Hermione lay there for a few moments. She was happy. She felt so free. The tickling had been amazing. She'd loved it. She hoped that Mike would be back soon.
Hermione finally got off the bed, and started to clean up. She dressed again. and looked at herself in the mirror, her hair was messed up a bit and her makeup slightly smudged from all the laughing. She grinned at herself.
She waved her wand and cleaned herself up with some spells, she walked into the corridor, and waved at Mike's friend Pamela.
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Ginny was in the shed poolishing her firebolt; she had just finshed poolishing Harry's broom and was now working on her own. They would often fly together just for fun. While it would seem romantic flying under the moon light at night it didn't often turn out like that. Skies filled with clouds made it extremely dark. She was concentrating on her work when she felt a kiss on the neck, it made her jump slightly.
"Sorry love I didn't mean to scare you." Harry said as he saw her jump at his touch. He placed another kiss on her neck. Ginny felt her whole body relax. It always did when Harry did that. She felt safe around him.
"I'm fine." Ginny said with a smile. She turned to him and kissed him softly on the lips.
"You're done?" Harry asked, looking at the firebolt.
"No, not yet." Ginny replied. "Just taking a break. It takes a while to get it just right."
"I'm sure." Harry nodded.
Ginny turned back to the firebolt, and started to work again. She heard Harry move behind her, "You did mine as well?" he asked, as she heard him walk over to it.
"Yeah," Ginny replied.
Harry walked back to her, placing his hand on her waist. He pulled her back against him. "You're so amazing," he whispered in her ear, and Ginny felt a warmth in her body.
She finished with the firebolt and placed it on the stand. She turned around and started to kiss Harry back. They kissed for a while, and Ginny could feel herself getting more and more aroused. "You still owe me you know." she said between kisses.
Harry nodded. He did remember. "I will never forget anything I owe to you." He said, looking at her with a smile.
"Let's go to the bedroom." Ginny said sexily. Harry nodded and they made their way to the bedroom.
When they arrived, Harry started to undress her. Ginny stood there, waiting for him. She loved it when he did that, he was always so gentle. He undid her buttons one at a time, and she felt the warmth of his fingers. Ginny sighed, it always felt so nice.
When Harry had removed her top, he undid the button on her trousers. Ginny felt them slide down her legs, and stepped out of them. She stood in front of him in her underwear. She heard him take a deep breath. "You look beautiful," he said.
Ginny smiled. she crawled onto their bed shaking her arse back and forth slowly, looking back at him, she knew he loved a good view. She lay down on it and looked up at him.
Harry finished undressing and crawled onto the bed with her. "I want you to do something for me," Ginny said.
"And what would my lady like?" Harry asked.
Ginny giggled. lifting her right leg she brought her right foot against his chest . "I'd like you to worship this." she said, smiling at him.
Harry looked at her foot, then back at her. He nodded and placed a kiss on her ankle. Ginny felt a heat in her body. It always felt nice.
Harry started to lick the inside of her foot. He started at the toe and moved slowly up her foot towards her ankle. He was so gentle with her. Ginny let out a soft moan.
His tongue tickled a little, it felt nice. He reached her ankle, and kissed the bone, moving his tongue down to her arch, and licking it slowly Ginny arched her back and let out another moan. She felt her arousal growing. Ginny's sole was sumptuous, its flesh creamy and soft, the colour of buttermilk. The slimness of the heel contrasted with the wide ball of her foot; the arch was deep and curved beautifully. Her plump toes ascended in a wonderful arc towards her big toe, each pressed up against its neighbour; the nails a dark purple colour. They were smooth from her latest pedicure.
Ginny closed her eyes as Harry continued to lick. He reached her toes, and started to suck them. He took her big toe in first and sucked it gently. Ginny felt herself trembling, it was so nice, his tongue caressed the side of her toe and tickled the sensitive part between her toes. He moved to her second one and did the same. Ginny was starting to feel herself building up.
Harry moved to her third toe, sucking it like he had the others. His tongue tickled her skin as he sucked. Ginny let out another moan.
When he reached her fourth toe, he took it between his teeth and started to nibble gently on it. Ginny squealed softly, it felt so nice. She could feel her arousal growing more and more.
Harry moved back down to her arch and started to lick it again. He was careful, she knew. Ginny liked it when he was rough with her, but she knew he couldn't be too rough on this spot. His tongue slid over her skin and Ginny felt her orgasm start to build.
"Fuck babe!" Ginny moaned, Harry chuckled at her swearing and dragged his tongue from the bottom of sole to the top of her toes, Ginny felt her muscles tighten, and her back arch. It had been such a long time since Harry had done this to her.
"Bloody Merlin I love it when you worship my feet Harry." Ginny moaned as his lips closed around the tips of her toes sucking them.
"I know you do my love." Harry mumbled around her toes.
"I want you to fuck me." Ginny said, and she felt Harry smile against her foot. He sucked her toes gently as he moved up her body.
Harry reached her and pushed his cock inside of her. Ginny squealed. She loved him. She felt him thrust and she let out another moan "It feels so good Harry." She said, and he chuckled again.
He kept thrusting, Ginny could feel herself building more and more. She felt Harry's muscles straining as he fucked her, and knew he was getting close as well.
Ginny flexing her quidditch trained body pushed Harry on his side and turned them over until she was ontop off him stradeling him. "I love your cock Harry." she said, and Harry smiled back at her.
She started to ride him, feeling his cock inside her. She could feel herself getting close. She leaned forward, kissing him as she moved up and down his cock. Harry groaned softly.
Ginny felt herself cumming. "Harry," she moaned. She could hear him grunting now.
"I'm close." he gasped.
Ginny started to ride harder. Harry groaned again and placed his hands on her hips. He pushed her down harder on his cock as he thrusted upwards. Ginny screamed with pleasure, she could feel his cock pulsing as he came, and her orgasm washed over her, causing her muscles to tense.
They lay there panting. Harry's cock still pulsating inside of her. He let out a deep breath and kissed her. "That was amazing," he said.
"I know." Ginny smiled back at him.
She rolled off of him and snuggled into his side. "Thank you for doing... you know, that thing..." Ginny said shyly.
"I may not enjoy it the same way as you do but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy it." Harry said.
Ginny kissed him, and Harry wrapped his arm around her. She was glad she had him. She knew he loved her, no matter what. He always made sure that she felt good. Harry had the most wonderful mouth, and tongue that could make her come with just a few licks.
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“Harry!” Hermione exclaimed, rushing into his arms. Ginny and Luna did likewise.
“Have you seen Ron?” she asked. Hermione noticed Harry's face fall at the question. before he could answer though he grapped his wife in a desperate hug of relief. Harry felt useless, how could this have happened with his wife captured and missing.
"Ginny... I'm so sorry I feel useless," he whispered into her hair.
"It's not your fault," she said, hugging him tight. "But Harry, I've had the most awful time... Can we go home now?"
Harry kissed her hair, "Anything you want... Come on you two as well..." Harry said, looking at Hermione and Luna. He couldn't believe his wife, best friends were captured... This was a new low... He promised himself this would be over with today.
Ron was waiting with some of the other Auror's and waved when he saw them approaching. Harry noticed the way he immediately looked down the corridor again, after seeing Hermione. He wanted to talk to him but was aware that Ginny had been through a nightmare and didn't want to leave her. The fact Ron had left him behind annoyed him... He felt let down, Hermione was his best friend, how could he do that to her? She'd saved his life so many times... It was unforgivable. He put his arm around Ginny's waist, helping her down the corridor towards the exit and the waiting Aurors, and floo back to London.
"Okay Harry, we found this place," one of the Aurors said to Harry. "We got her, she's rather unresponsive... we found her strapped in a chair and two uhhhmm strange boxes with these tongues were licking her feet."
"She must have been trapped for a while because the door was throughly locked." another auror added.
"Did you find a cat?" Hermione asked.
"A cat?" One of the Aurors replied. "We haven't seen one."
"Quentin Lynche! he's an unregistered animagus, a CAT!" She shouted.
"Well if you'd have told me earlier we could have brought it in too..." an auror snorted
Harry shook his head, "Alright... Robbins, Brownhay search the area, maybe we can still find him." He added.
"Harry," Ron said, looking crestfallen, "I'm so glad you brought them back... I didn't believe you when you told me..." he broke off.
"You weren't even looking for us!" Hermione exploded.
"We were looking," he protested. "But I didn't think they'd really have gone..."
"This isn't the time," Harry said, waving them both to silence. "Let's get home." He turned and showed the girls to the apperation point. Harry side apparated them all not letting them go out of his side for even a second. He wasn't letting Ginny out of his site. Ginny smiled as she'd never seen him like this before. He was very protective of her, but this was something more. She loved it.
As soon as they were back at Harry and Ginny's home he said, "I'm going to go cook you all some supper. Why don't you girls go and get cleaned up? I'll make sure Kreacher prepares clothing for you all. Kreacher!: Harry said, the elder elf appeared out of thin air.
"Master requests..." Kreacher said, bowing low.
"Get three clean robes for the ladies...!" Harry added to the end as Kreacher was slow in leaving. He sped out of the kitchen.
Harry took a breath, and stepped away from Ginny. She smiled. She knew he wanted to stay there holding her, but his need to do something, look after them, won. He smiled back, kissing her quickly.
"I'll go get cleaned up," she said. "Do you need any help?"
"No, it's okay," he answered. She smiled and left him to it.
Hermione, Luna and Ginny entered their own bathroom, Harry and Ginny's mansion was massive and had multiple bed and bath rooms.
Hermione entered her bathroom turning on the tap she underdressed and watched the tub slowly fill with hot water. She added the bubble bath, watching the water foam. Hermione smiled, slipping into the water with relief. She felt a wave of heat and sweat break out over her. She washed herself, cleaning her body thoroughly. With her eyes closed Hermione thought about her torment. Ariadne had been good at it, no denying that. Hermione had found herself wanting it. Well... Not from her of course... But maybe in the right circumstances... It would be fun. Ginny had told once before a good foot massage can be heavenly. How wrong was she to tell her friend that it was disgusting. Hermione thought about it some more. If Ron, or anyone she loved, did it. Would she have liked it?
Luna lay in her bathtub looking up at the ceiling... It was very relaxing in this house and she felt at ease. They had been through so much, and had got through it. It felt good. Luna smiled and sank back further into the water. Closing her eyes and feeling the water buoy her up. She thought about what she'd seen. Hermione's feet. She hadn't really seen Ginny's but she imagined them to be very nice as well. Her thoughts wandered to how nice it would be to rub their feet for them or have them rub hers. The thought of her feet being touched gave her goosebumps, and she shivered a little in the warm water.
Ginny was in her tub, she had taken a good hour in there before she started to wash, enjoying just the warm, relaxing water. She was now, though, and was concentrating on cleaning all of Quentin and Ariadne's saliva off her feet, and trying not to think about where it came from. She scrubbed every inch, soaping and rinsing, and then rubbing cream all over her feet until they felt soft and supple again. She sighed, feeling like she could finally relax. The whole experience was horrible but that small lingering feeling also felt a rush. Ginny loved to play with sex it was just something about feet. She liked it when Harry played with her feet, she'd even asked him to suck them on their honeymoon. Now she found herself wanting him to do it again. She shivered at the thought ... She could just imagine him... Sucking her toes again... maybe she could guilt trip Harry into it. Ginny smiled as she stood up, imagining how she'd get him to do it. He'd said it himself. Anything she wants.
Downstairs Harry was putting the last touches on a big meal. The girls had been through hell and he failed them. He couldn't save them, they saved themselves, thank Merlin for that. He wanted to do everything for them, he wanted to make it up to them. Kreacher walked into the kitchen with a load of folded laundry in his hands. Harry smiled at the sight he'd forgotten about clothes. That was all sorted now, though.
"Thank you, Kreacher." Harry said. The old elf bowed and scurried away. Harry smiled at him. It was so hard to understand him. He had been treating him well. Better than when Sirius was alive. It seemed to be paying off. Harry heard footsteps as the girls entered the room.
"Well, that was nice," Ginny said, as they sat around the dining table waiting for Harry to dish up. She was wearing a blue dressing gown and looked stunning as ever Harry's heart skipped a beat. He loved her so much.
Hermione and Luna follow behind his wife. Hermione was in a light blue dressing gown, looking more stunning than he had ever seen before, Luna in a yellow one. Her hair was in a long ponytail that hung down her back.
Harry swallowed hard trying to concentrate. He looked over the dishes he'd made. "Right... take a seat girls ... I'll get this served up." He smiled at Ginny, trying not to stare at her.
He'd done well if he did say so himself. There was steak, vegetables, Yorkshire puddings... and gravy. He'd also cooked mashed potatoes, and roast potatoes. He had a big bowl of salad. He'd also made a dessert. Chocolate cake... Ginny loved chocolate.
The girls seemed to relax finally, and enjoyed the meal. They chatted and laughed. Harry sat and listened, occasionally chipping in with a comment. He loved having friends over and just wanted to be a good host. He didn't know what he would have done if they had never returned.
When the meal was done they retired to the sitting room, Harry leaving to go and make tea for everyone. He returned with a pot of tea, cups and milk, then sat on the couch next to Ginny. The TV was on in the corner but no one paid it any attention.
"It's good to be home," Ginny sighed. Hermione nodded in agreement.
Luna sat silently, looking into her cup. Harry looked at his wife and pulled her close. He kissed her brow.
"It is," he agreed. holding her warm body next to his. She smelled so nice...
Hermione looked at the two of them, and felt a pang. She didn't know how to explain it. it had been so long where she and Ron would sit like that together. "can you explain what exactly happened with Ariadne? we noticed a bunch of feathers, oils, some ripped socks and binds laying all over the place?" Harry asked the girls.
The three of them exchanged glances. Hermione and Luna looked at Ginny, and nodded. They began explaining how each of them got captured and what happened when they were in captivity "Ariadne, the witch who did it to us, had some help. An Unregistered Animagus, his name is Quentin Lynche, he was responsible for a series of kidnappings involving young muggle women and witches," Ginny explained.
"Well I've put out a warrant for his capture," Harry said. "And I've also sent people to the address the Aurors found you, to look for the cat animagus. we might get lucky." He added.
"Well it's true he wasn't there when we left," Hermione said. "I think he'd abandoned her..."
"I hope he hasn't fled the country," Ginny said.
"Hopefully not," Harry agreed, noticing Ginny yawn Harry looked at Hermione and Luna who also started to yawn. "Will you be staying here?" He asked the blonde and brunette.
"If you don't mind." Luna said. Hermione seemed hesitante. "You're welcome to stay," Ginny said. Hermione nodded.
"Ron's not been exactly... reliable recently," Hermione said, blushing.
"Then you can stay here," Harry said. It was the least he could do. Hermione smiled, and stood. Ginny followed suit, then Luna. Harry watched as his wife helped the girls upstairs to a couple of spare bedrooms. He heard them chatting, laughing, and Hermione's giggle echoed through the corridor.
He smiled, returning to his seat on the couch. He cleaned up the glasses before turning the tv off and making his way upstairs.
Harry slipped into their own bedroom. Ginny was lying on the bed in her underwear. Harry's breath caught. He slowly undressed, laying his clothes over a chair as he removed them. He approached the bed and kissed her bare shoulder.
"I'm so sorry, Ginny," he said, his voice choking. Ginny sat up and cupped his face in her hands. He closed his eyes, feeling a tear trickle down his face. She kissed him softly. He opened his eyes, looking at her as she kissed him again.
"It wasn't your fault," she said softly, and then kissed him once more. She took his hand and placed it on her stomach. Her lips were soft on his as she kissed him. "Now join me ," she added, moving back onto the bed and lying down. She lifted the duvet aside and smiled at him.
Harry's heart leapt, and he smiled as he lay next to her. He kissed her shoulder one final time before wrapping his arms around her protectively pulling her close towards him. She settled back against him.
"Thank you," she whispered. Harry nodded, burying his face in the back of her neck. He felt her breathing slow and deepen as she drifted into sleep. Harry held her tight, feeling content and safe. He fell asleep soon after.
As Hermione tried to fall asleep she couldn't shake the feeling of Ariadne and Quentin tickling her feet non-stop.
It wasn't long before she came to a realization... The thoughts and feelings that had been swirling in her mind since being tickled for the first time. She could no longer ignore them, pretend they weren't there. They were.
She liked being tickled. It was something she wanted.
Hermione considered herself a logical, rational person. She didn't like it when things didn't make sense. Her feelings made no sense. Why would she enjoy something that was so humiliating and degrading. But she did... The way Quentin abused her feet to his heart's content, the feeling of Ariadne's wet tongue running up the sides of her toes, tickling the ridges... It had been exhilarating, and in the end... enjoyable. She felt ashamed, and yet... a little excited at the prospect of doing it again...
Hermione felt herself becoming wet. She closed her eyes, trying to fight against it. She could never tell anyone. Ron would never understand. He'd probably laugh at her, or worse... think she was some kind of freak. But the thoughts were there. In her mind. It wasn't as if she could just make them go away.
She felt herself slipping further and further into her daydreams... she imagined someone... he was holding her foot, running his fingers over her toes and sucking them one by one into his mouth. Hermione felt herself moaning as she imagined his tongue running over her skin... images of Ron and Draco popped into her head but most prominently Harry. her best friend and husband to her closest girlfriend Ginny.
It made no sense, she told herself again. Harry was married... Ginny was her best friend... But her thoughts were not her own any more. She imagined him sucking her toes, his mouth running over her sole and tickling her ankle... it was too much for her. She pressed her fingers against herself, and suddenly she felt the heat spread over her. Her mind was hazy as the orgasm washed over her, making her moan.
Her thoughts slowly returned to her. Hermione was shocked, but at the same time... not. She had been right... She did like it. She'd enjoyed it... even enjoyed thinking about her best friend's husband doing it... She felt her face heat. This was not going to be easy.
As she drifted to sleep Hermione knew things were going to change. She knew her feelings were too strong now. They'd been hiding under the surface before but now she could no longer deny them.
Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day...
The next morning Harry was awakened by a subtle feeling on his chest. He opened his eyes and looked up at Ginny as she straddled him.
“Good morning,” she said smiling, kissing his nose.
Harry yawned, “Morning,” he replied, looking at Ginny. She was in a soft white t-shirt with the words "Sassy Witch" in pink and her underwear. Her hair was in disarray and she had a sexy smile on her face, and her eyes gleaming. She looked as beautiful as ever. Harry’s heart raced up looking at her, he felt her hand slipping down his chest and then over to his side.
“Ginny,” he said, “you look good in the morning.” She smiled and kissed him softly.
"Hermione and Luna are already awake. I thought me waking you up would be a bit more fun,” she whispered before kissing him again. Harry’s hands rose to her hips as she kissed him again, his heart was beating wildly. He could feel the warmth of her between his legs... She felt nice straddling him. He didn’t want to stop. He slid his hands up over her thighs and cupped her behind. She moaned and kissed him, pushing into him.
"Would you be up to make us breakfast?" ginny asked him. "You always make the best breakfast.” She added.
"I guess I could," Harry said, smiling at her. "Are you wearing this down stairs?" he asked.
"Of course not," Ginny said, climbing off him, and pulling on a short blue dressing gown. Harry watched her go, admiring her shape as she walked to the door and then out. He got out of bed and slowly dressed in his dark jeans and a white shirt.
Downstairs Luna was in the sitting room looking out the window and Hermione was in the kitchen. She was sipping orange juice and looking through some of Harry’s cook books.
“Morning,” she said, when she noticed him. She smiled at him from her seat on a stool near the counter. Harry walked over to her. She was in the same yellow dressing gown as last night, and it looked good on her. He could see a sliver of her smooth tanned thighs peeking out from underneath.
“Hi,” Harry said, leaning against the counter next to her. “Do you have any breakfast suggestions?”
Hermione blushed at him, “Umm... well if you don’t mind... I thought of some pancakes.”
"I like pancakes." Luna replied from her seat in the living room.
Harry smiled, “Okay, I can make pancakes.”
Hermione and Luna both shared the same thought, as they watched him preparing their breakfast... He was very cute.
Hermione's eyes were drawn to his hands and forearms as he mixed the batter and cracked eggs. She thought back to her dream, and wondered what those hands would feel like against her feet. Luna, on the other hand, was watching Harry’s face. He had the same intense look he’d had when concentrating on a difficult spell. She loved that face. She watched him as he flipped the pancakes over and cooked the other sides, his concentration unwavering. It made him look almost... cute.
They didn’t have to wait long before Harry had their breakfast ready, and they made their way through to the dining room.
Ginny made her way downstairs and noticed her two girlfriends watching her husband like two love sick puppies. Shaking her head with a smirk Ginny decided to tease her friends a little and walked up behind Harry kissing him lightly on his cheek.
“Anything else I can do?” She asked. Ginny noticed her friends flinching at the kiss, she was not the only one with feelings for the man-who-won. Ginny smiled at Hermione and Luna both were now blushing to their ear tips.
“Huh?” Harry said, turning around and noticing Ginny’s friends blushing,
“I asked if you need anything.” Ginny repeated
Ginny smirked at her friends, then looked at her husband, “Nah, it's all done unless i need to make some more” She kissed him on the cheek again, and went to sit with Hermione and Luna.
Hermione couldn’t meet Harry’s eyes when he came over to the table with the pancakes. She’d just been caught out ogling him by her best friend. She couldn’t help it though. Ginny was very aware of what a good body he had under his shirts. His arms and chest... Luna was staring at her now, her eyes almost twinkling, she probably had seen Hermione looking too. Hermione’s cheeks flushed as Harry started putting pancakes on their plates.
“Help yourself,” he said to her and Luna, placing the jug of syrup in front of them. “There’s some fresh strawberries there too. Ginny, I’m going to go back to work today and see if there are any other reports on Quentin’s whereabouts.”
“That’s okay,” Ginny said. She leaned over to him and kissed his cheek, before taking a bite of her pancakes.
“I’ll be home when I can,” Harry added, smiling at her and then Hermione and Luna. “Try to have a good day.” He stood. Hermione found her eyes drawn to him as he walked towards the door.
“Have a good time, Harry,” Luna said, smiling at him. Harry turned and left the room. Hermione and Ginny both watched the door close behind him.
The girls finshed their breakfast and got ready for their day. Luna stood in her usual explorers outfit, her enchanted boots on and special gloves tucked underneat her arms. "Thank you for the hospitaity Ginny. I'll best be going now, the Dwarf Lickulangulars need to be released. I need to pick up some equipment to make sure I can safely remove them but it shouldn't take too long." She said before giving the other two girls a quick hug and then she was gone.
Hermione smiled after Luna's farewell, before turning back to Ginny. “I'm going home, god knows what Ronald has done to our apartment. I can’t see him doing any cleaning.”
She smiled at Ginny and started to walk to the door. Ginny watched as Hermione walked out the house, before closing the front door behind her. Then she looked back up the corridor. The house was quiet now. All that could be heard was the ticking of the clock. She was alone.
A sudden thought jumped into her mind
Ginny went and relaxed in her and Harry's hot tub that had been installed. She sat down and let the bubbles relax her sore muscles. Ginny sighed and closed her eyes sinking lower into the tub.
undisclosed location
Luna appeared with a pop into a forest, deep in the heart of Scotland. It was a strange place. There were all sorts of creatures that lived there. It was a magical protected forest to protect this part of the forest containing only the rare and unusual creatures in the magical world. Some were not really understood or known about. The forest had been known to have Dwarf Lickulangular living here.
Luna held the two boxes containing the dwarf Lickulangulars. She held one to her ear and listened to them squirming around. She loved the sound. She loved many sounds. The wind in the trees, the soft padding of thestrals as they stepped over the grass. There were so many things that people took for granted.
She had been doing her research, and was almost positive how to handle them. She had a feeling that they could be communicated with. She wondered what they would say if they could. She liked to think they would have interesting insights into the world.
placing the boxes on the ground Luna opened the box on the left first. the tongue reached out for her and began licking her hand. Luna shivered at the unusual feeling giggle as the tongue lapped all over her hand and wrist. "I suppose that's why they advise gloves ," Luna said and let out a soft laugh then.
Luna didn't really care so went ahead without gloves. The box was still a prision for the creature, the bars were enchanted and the creature was stuck at the bottom. The little Dwarf Lickulangular couldn't get out of the box. It's only hope was someone who wanted to set it free.
"Hello little one," Luna said, using her wand Luna tried a few unlocking charms but all seemed to fail, she tried a few more spells but none were successful. "You're enchanted well," She added, with a sigh.
"Perhaps if I used a different method." Luna wondered, and opened her other bag, and began searching through it. as she searched so took a glance at the box and found a strange looking hole at the side of the bars. "maybe a key of some sort was used together with the anit-Alohomora charm so only the key can open it." she said. Luna continued her search, and after a few minutes she finally found something that could work. She picked up a small silver stick from her bag and went back to the box and placed the end of the stick into the hole she had found, twisting it at the same time.
As soon as the key had been twisted there was a small pop and the box opened. the little Dwarf Lickulangualr was now free.
"Oh, you're welcome, little one." Luna smiled as the tongue slithered out. Luna went for the last box and did the same thing, freeing the other dwarf Lickulangular. Luna sat back and watched as the Dwarf Lickulangular slithered over the grass. "good luck, little ones." She smiled and waved goodbye, gathering her things Luna smiled feeling like she had helped. She then turned to her left and started to find a creature staring at her Luna gasping in shock.
The creature was very unusual. It had striking purple eyes, and dreadlocks spraying out over its back. It was not aggressive in any way. Luna was quite intrigued. She held out her hand and the creature leaned forwards and started to sniff.
"Hello there," she said softly, moving her hand slowly towards its face.
The creature didn't flinch. Its purple eyes seemed to stare into her soul. Luna felt a sense of peace wash over her. The creature felt peaceful. She loved peaceful creatures.
The creature’s eyes moved to look into hers , and Luna felt herself falling. The eyes were beautiful, and she felt hypnotised. She was in a trance. The creature was controlling her. Her heart started to race. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She wanted to ask what it was going to do, but couldn't. It didn't seem to be hurting her, though.
The creature began to move slowly towards her. Luna couldn't move, though she wanted to. She could still see and feel, though... She could feel the creature's hot breath on the skin of her bare arm. It was warm... It moved closer and took a surprising seat next to her.
Luna looked at the creature untill she noticed the dreadlocks she thought the creature had started to move, but realised in shock that the dreadlocks were moving towards her of their own accord. They moved slowly over her shoulders and began to wrap themselves around her body.
Luna felt panic, but tried to fight it. She told herself it was probably a natural behaviour for the creature. She was still held under its spell, and couldn’t move to try and stop it. The creature seemed to want to bind her up.
The dreadlocks moved tighter around her and soon Luna was trapped. She could hardly move. Then the spell broke and Luna realised she could speak again.
“W... what are you going to do with me?” She asked. The creature seemed to be studying her. Its purple eyes moved over her body and then returned to her face.
The beast let out a deep breath and started to glow faintly. Luna felt something come over herself, a strange feeling. her fear started to leave her but when she tried moving her arms the fear returned. It was liek the creature was slowly feeding off her emotions strangely. Then a thought came to her: Luna had read about this creature. The creature was a Kinkyxol, a creature that fed off emotions, mostly fear but some other emotions too...
While she was trapped next to her and the Kinkyxol the two dwarf Lickulangular appeared again. Luna watched as the two different magical creatures seemed to be communicating in a way she had never seen before. Luna watched in wonder. It was beautiful. She had never seen this before. The two creatures seemed to be discussing something...
her studies were short lived as she felt the Kinkyxol move around.
The Kinkyxol seemed to want her attention now. It turned its purple eyes on her and she felt a strange sensation. It seemed to want her to move. She tried to resist, but found she couldn't. The Kinkyxol was controlling her.
"Take off your boots," it seemed to be saying. Luna wanted to ask why, but seemed unable too. She felt her hands rise to the laces. She pulled at them, the boots aware her that the wearer wanted to undo the laces ... the laces untied. Luna pulled them off and placed them next to her. The socks follwed quickly.
The Kinkyxol released Luna from the spell. "gasp why did you do that?" she asked, suddenly able to speak again. She felt a little better that she could speak. The Kinkyxol looked at her, and then at the Dwarf Lickulingulars. They all seemed to be looking at each other, as if waiting for something. Luna had a sudden feeling in the pit of her stomach. She wasn't sure what it was.
The Dwarf Lickulangular's moved forwards. Luna watched in shock as they moved towards her feet. She tried to move back, but felt held still by the Kinkyxol.
"NO!" she shouted, her feet completely bare and exposed. The Dwarf Lickulangulars seemed to want them. She could see them licking their tongues in anticipation. Luna tried desperately to get away, but couldn't.
The Kinkyxol had a hold on her. It wanted her to stay still. The Kinkyxol breathed in deeply again like the first time and started to faintly glow. Before Luna could react any further she felt a tongue on her left foot. She screamed. The Dwarf Lickulangular was licking her foot. it seemed to want nothing more than that. It started to lick the ridges between her toes and the instep, up her foot and over her ankle, licking behind the knee. Luna started to giggle and laugh, she could feel a strange sensation. it tickled so much she tried to pull her legs away, but the Kinkyxol still had her held in it's tentacles.
Luna started to scream with laughter as her right got the same treatment as her left both dwarf Lickulangular were licking her feet at once. The Kinkyxol seemed to be feeding on that too. It was feeding on her laughter. Luna gasped between bouts of laughter until finally there was another moment of respite. He gulped down lungfuls of air, blinking her eyes rapidly.
“Oh no,” she said breathlessly. Then she started to squeal with laughter, again.
The Kinkyxol and the Dwarf Lickululars kept at it. Luna snorted with laughter, shaking her head in the cool air of the forest “Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh MY...!” she babbled as she tried moving her sides, her whole body shuddering with giggles. Then there was another brief pause in the tickling. Luna collapsed and waited. Her arms resting in the grips of the tentacles, her head resting on the kinkyxol's rather soft mass. She remained like this for a moment, breathing deeply, before her foot was attacked again and she started to howl with laughter.
The tickling didn't stop. It continued, and she kept laughing. it got even worse when the Dwarf Lickulangulars used their tongues to get inbetween her toes. Luna screamed, laughing, the tears streaming down her face. The Kinkyxol kept feeding off her laughter, its glow becoming brighter and brighter as time went on.
Luna felt exhausted, her sides ached from laughing so much. But still the Dwarf Lickulungualr and Kinkyxol continued. She couldn't escape them, no matter how hard she tried. It went on for what seemed like hours. She was sure she was going to collapse soon from exhaustion. Luna finally broke when one of the Dwarf Lickulangulars used its tongue from the bottom of her heel and up her foot.
"Ohhhhhhhh...! giggles cries Ohhhhhh!" Luna screamed with laughter, the tears pouring down her cheeks. She finally seemed to collapse, falling onto the Kinkyxol.
The Dwarf Lickularngulars kept going though. One started licking her ankle again, the other started to lick the ball of her foot. Luna didn't even notice.
The Kinkyxol slowly untangled it's tentacles from Luna laying her softly on the ground
Finally when it was done, the Kinkyxol began to withdraw. One final tentacle appeared from deep beneath the dreadlocks. Luna still unconscious had her eyes forced open as the tentacle slipped right into her forehead.
A bright light appeared in her eyes for a brief second. It faded, and the Kinkyxol withdrew its tentacle. Luna remained still on the ground. She was not moving.
The Kinkyxol leaned over her and breathed onto her face. The kinkyxol turned to the Dwarf Lickulingulars snarling at them.
The two Dwarf Lickulingulars slowly withdrew. They were reluctant to leave but did so at the Kinkyxols' command. They both slowly slithered away, one going towards the forest, the other towards the direction of a mountain.
Luna woke up and she was alone in the forest, her head felt as if it had been beaten but otherwise she was fine.
She noticed the two dwarf Lickingualars were gone. The Kinkyxol was gone as well. as she grabbed her socks and boots one final thought entered her as she was about to leave. "I have to return and find the Kinkyxol. such a fascinating creature." she said with a smile as she disappeared with another pop.
London.
Hermione returned to her apartment and noticed that it was a mess. sighing she entered the kitchen to find a bunch of unwashed dishes. "Ronald... for someone with a mother adept at cleaning spells ... I would have thought he would at least wash the plates."
Hermione waved her wand and the dishes started to clean themselves. The pots and pans came from the cupboards and started to wash themselves too. She watched with a sigh. It didn't take long for the dishes to be clean. Hermione put them away, and went into the living room.
It was not as bad, but there was still rubbish scattered all over the floor. She waved her wand again and everything disappeared. Her apartment was now clean. She smiled at her work, and headed up to her bedroom. There was no sign of Ron there either. He had probably left for the Aurors office. She sat on her bed, and sighed again.
She had thought about it all the way home. About her feelings for foot play, and her desire to do it. She wondered if it was normal. She couldn't talk to Ron about it, though. he would laugh at her.
Hermione sighed and undressed. She lay on her bed in her underwear. She looked down at her bare feet, and sighed. She wanted it so much. She wanted someone to tickle them again. Not Quentin this time. Someone she loved. She thought about Harry, maybe even a woman. She wondered what it would feel like.
She decided to try and tickle them herself. She wanted to know what it was like. She took a deep breath and moved her fingers over her feet. It felt.... she felt nothing. It was so boring. She tried again. Nothing. It was like she wasn't doing anything.
Hermione knew she had to do something about it. She couldn’t keep ignoring the feelings. She got off her bed and went into the bathroom. She stared at the mirror. She knew she wasn't as attractive as Ginny, but she was pretty. Her hair was shoulder length and brown. She had big brown eyes and a small nose. Her breasts were probably bigger than Ginny's. she looked at herself, imagining someone else doing it. Ron, Harry, even Ginny.
Hermione shook the thoughts from her head. She couldn't keep thinking like this, but the feeling tickling gave her was liberating. It felt so good. she wanted it. she needed it.
Hermione wondered maybe a muggle could help with her urges. It had been a while since last she went into the muggle world for anything other than work related matters. She could find a muggle club, muggles are a lot more open in their sex lives. Maybe one of them would tickle her feet for her. she would never see them again. It would be one night.
Hermione stared at herself in the mirror, thinking about it. She wondered what Ron would say if he ever found out. They had not had sex for a long time. The last time was a few months ago. And it was more than just lack of intimacy, it had always been a little awkward between them. Hermione decided to try her luck in the muggle world and started getting dressed and ready for the night ahead. She would go to a muggle club.
Hermione finished getting ready, and left her apartment, apparating to the other side of London. She went into a muggle area known for its rather interesting shops, clubs, shows etc. Hermione walked around the street, looking at all the shops. They sold things she had never seen. Sex toys, sexy lingerie... things she never knew existed. Women were dancing behind some of the windows. She walked past a sign advertising a club. It promised 'erotic dance' and 'the hottest strippers in London'.
Sadly this wasn't really what she was looking for, it was all a little too public . But Hermione continued to walk the street. There were people all around her. Muggles stared at her. She didn't look like them. They wore a lot less than she did, she felt overdressed, She sighed, and continued. Suddenly a man approached her.
"You look like you're a little lost," he said. He was dressed in a black shirt and dark jeans. He had short blonde hair. He smiled at her. Hermione looked at him. She studied him. He looked like a nice guy.
"Maybe," she said. "I'm looking for a... special kind of club."
"What kind of club?" he asked. Hermione blushed. She didn't know how to say it.
"I don't know," she admitted. "I guess just something different."
The man laughed. "You're a curious one, aren't you?"
Hermione nodded.
"Well, I know a place that might be what you're looking for." He smiled at her and held out his arm. "It's not far."
She hesitated. The man reassured her. "It's a safe place. There's nothing there that would scare you. I promise, and it's a registered business." He added.
Hermione looked at him again. She wondered if she could trust him. He seemed nice. Maybe this was the place. "Okay," she said, and placed her hand on his arm.
The man led her down the street and into an alleyway. There was a black door at the end. He knocked on it and it opened with a pop. "Come on in," he said. Hermione stepped inside and he followed her.
They walked down a dark corridor. The walls were lined with black leather sofas. They passed them and walked through another doorway into a dimly lit bar. Hermione was surprised to see there were people sitting around her, some talking, others laughing. They seemed like normal people. She hadn't expected to see so many people.
The man sat Hermione down on one of the stools, and hopped up on the one next to her. "What's your name?" he asked.
biting her lips Hermione wasn't sure what to say. She didn't want him to know her real name. "I'll just call you Rose if that alright?" the man asked, noticing her hesitation.
Hermione nodded. It was better than telling him her real name. "That's alright."
"You can call me Mike," he said, and smiled at her. "It's not my real name either. I'm a regular here." He added with a grin.
She smiled back. He was nice. "Well it's nice to meet you," she said, placing her hand out in greeting.
Mike shook it and smiled. "Can I get you a drink?" he asked.
Hermione nodded and looked at the menu. There were things she had never heard of. She pointed to a few things and Mike ordered for her. They talked as they waited for the drinks to arrive. After their drinks arrived Mike started explaining how this place works.
"When you enter this place it's basiclly telling the other people inside you are looking for a fun night with no strings attached. kinks can be explored, it is sometimes hard to find some willing to participate , so this place gives them a safe space." Mike explained.
"So it's a sex club?" she said.
"Well not exactly it is a social club where you can meet people who want to explore their kinks and fetishes. But yes sex might happen." Mike said. "It was created so that people with kinks wouldn't be judged; they can find partners or people who want to be their play partner."
Hermione nodded. He sounded serious. She noticed a woman walk over. "This is Pamela, my usual play partner," Mike said.
Pamela smiled at her and waved. "Hello." Hermione waved back.
"You're new... and pretty." Pamela said, "Where did you find this one?" she added towards Mike.
"In the street." Mike replied.
Pamela jokingly said "He hasn't lured you in here under false pretences has he?" She laughed and Hermione laughed back.
"No, I came willingly," she said, smiling at them both. She liked them. They were nice.
Pamela smirked, "Have a goodnight. Who knows, maybe in the future you and I could meet again, but I'll be getting back to the dungeon, Mike."
Hermione felt her face flush. She wasn't expecting Pamela to say that. She watched as they said their goodbyes.
Pamela left and Mike turned back to her. He studied her. "So what's your kink?" he asked.
"I'm not sure yet," she admitted.
Mike laughed. "Ah, you're a newbie."
Hermione blushed. "Is there a problem with that?"
"No, no," Mike said. "it's just... Most of the people here know what they want. I'd like to find out what you do." He added, and leaned towards her. She felt him put his leg up against hers.
"What do you like?" she asked.
"Well..." he said, thinking for a moment. "I like a lot of things, but my favourite is... feet." He looked at her and smiled.
Hermione's eyes widened. "Does that make you uncomfertible?" Mike asked her, looking a little sad to see her reaction to his admission.
"No-no... actually... I was thinking about the same thing." She said and Mike's face lit up. "I thought maybe someone here would be willing to... help me find out."
"Are you sure?" Mike said, studying her. "I can be your guide."
She nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure." Mike smiled, and stood up. Hermione stood and followed him.
They left the bar and walked towards a corridor filled with doors having signs some were occupied some were free Mike took a keycard and opened the door. Inside was a bed with a metal frame. It looked like a medical examination bed, but it was black. Mike went and sat on a sofa against one wall. He waved his hand at Hermione.
"So you like feet or maybe something you want to try?" Mike asked. "I am your guide in this room, and I am not here to judge you in any way."
Hermione walked over to him. "I want to... try something." she said, sitting down on the sofa.
"What is it you want to try." Mike asked.
"Well, uhm...." She felt flustered.
"Nothing leaves this room." He reassured her.
"Tickling." She admitted.
Mike smiled. "Tickling?"
"Yes," she said, looking down at her feet.
Mike nodded. "Okay, well that's easy enough." Hermione looked up . He was smiling at her. She knew he wouldn't judge her. She'd decided that when they had left the bar.
"I'd like to... find out." She added.
Mike nodded and stood. "Okay," he said. "So we can start with some tickling so you get a feel for all this and if you're still up for it we can have a little fun with my favourite kink and we'll take it from there, does that sound good to you." he asked. He smiled as he said it, his eyes twinkling.
Hermione nodded, her face still flushed.
"So we will begin. you can stop at any time, okay?" Mike asked.
She nodded.
"Why don't we take those shoes off first. It makes things a little more interesting." he said. Hermione looked at her shoes and then back at him.
"Okay." She agreed. Hermione reached down and took off her heels, placing them next to her. Mike knelt in front of her and reached up to her legs, gently pulling them out from underneath her.
"Now I'd like you to take your socks off," Mike said. His hands were warm against the skin of her knees. His fingers were strong, his nails perfectly trimmed.
"Alright." Hermione agreed, lifting her right foot and started to slowly peel off her sock. She placed it next to her shoe. She could feel his eyes on her as she did so. He was looking at her foot intently. It was probably a big deal for someone like him. She slowly removed her other sock. Hermione felt nervous now, but excited.
She placed the last sock next to her other, and sat back. Mike leaned forward, placing his hand under her right foot. He lifted it from the floor and placed it on his knee. She felt a sudden jolt at the warmth of his skin. His hand was hot against her foot.
"You have beautiful feet." Mike said looking at them and Hermione felt herself flush at the compliment. She started to relax and wondered what was going to happen next.
"Are you sure you want this?" Mike asked.
Hermione nodded again.
Mike moved his hand and started to massage her foot, starting at the heel and moving his hands up and down her foot, massaging her toes as well. Hermione sighed and closed her eyes. It felt so good, he had good hands. Hermione gasped in surprise as Mike's fingers began to tickle the bottom of her foot. The sensation was so unexpected that it made her giggle "You have a cute little giggle Rose." Mike said as he continued to tickle. The tickling wasn't as intense, mostly easing her into the sensation. Mike was trying to get her used to his touch, to get her to relax. His fingers tickled the bottom of her heel, and then up her foot again. He started to concentrate on the ball of her foot. Hermione laughed, a deep giggle this time. It was nice. She felt so relaxed.
Mike stopped and looked up at her, smiling. He lowered her foot back to the ground and lifted her left. "perfectly shaped feet," he said "From the deep crease under the toe to the soft arch on the underside. The toe joints are clean and defined, as if carved from fine marble. And the soles and heels are a delight of soft flesh."
"Thank you," Hermione said. It was the first time someone had complimented her feet like that. unless she would count Ariadne and Quentin whcih she wouldn't. She found it a little amusing how serious Mike was about feet.
"You should paint them black." Mike added.
"Sorry?" she asked, and he grinned. He had an open smile that seemed so happy.
"I said you should paint your toenails black." He explained. "I think it would look very sexy on you."
"Maybe I'll try that." She said, She wasn't sure why, but she found herself wanting to please him. He made her feel like her foot was a work of art he had in his hands. She leaned back and placed her elbow on the arm of the sofa. "Please, carry on." she added, closing her eyes again.
Mike massaged her foot in the same way as he had the other. He tickled it lightly, concentrating on the ball and heel. It was nice and relaxing, his fingers were warm against her foot. Mike stopped after a moment and lifted her foot from his lap.
He walked over to a cupboard in the corner. Hermione watched as he opened it and started to rummage through. "This place holds many toys to aid in the play of people who come here," he explained as she watched him.
"What kind of toys?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, there's all sorts... whips and chains, ropes and leather..." he pulled back a curtain with a bed behind, "Some people like a little pain." Mike continued rummaging through the cupboard. "Some just like to enjoy the company of the same sex." He pulled out a small bottle, a brush and a feather tickler.
Hermione noticed the item's Mike had picked were some of the same item's Ariadne and mostly Quentin had used on her, but she had a feeling that this would be different. "Nervous? you can still stop at any time." he asked with a reassuring smile. She had a feeling he would stop if she asked him too. "Do you want to be tied up? Maybe a blind fold?"
Hermione thought for a moment. She was still a little nervous. "Maybe just a blindfold," she said. Mike nodded, grabbed a plain black blindfold from a drawer and placed it over her eyes.
"It's okay, I'm still here." She heard his voice say. she heard Mike move some furniture around, she heard him place something close by her. He then took her legs gently and placed her feet on something soft. "it's just a pouf" he said as Hermione felt the softness. Hermione lay back, feeling the softness of the pouf under her feet.
Suddenly, she felt his hands on her foot. She felt the blindfold tighten around her eyes as she jerked in response. She heard Mike's chuckle. It was warm and comforting. She relaxed again. "Let's find out if you can laugh instead of giggle." he said and she felt him pick up something. A sudden burst of tickling erupted on her foot. Her whole body shook as she laughed. Mike moved around her foot, whatever he was using seemed to be all over her foot and ankle. It tickled the arch and the bottom of her heel. she felt it slide up her foot and then her ankle. "Oh my god, oh my god!" she screamed with laughter.
She could hear Mike's chuckle now. It sounded a little louder than before.
"Stop jerking like that," he said laughing. "Or I'm going to tie you up and tickle your pretty toes until you scream." he added and Hermione giggled at the threat. "Would you like that?"
Hermione was still laughing but managed to say "yes, maybe" between bouts of laughter. she heard Mike laugh, and then felt the feather move down her foot. She felt Mike move his hands under her foot and hold it firm.
"One final tickle before we really turn on the laughing gas." he said, and Hermione screamed with laughter as he tickled her foot. When he was finished she lay back panting. She wanted more. She wanted him to keep going.
Mike removed her blindfold, she saw the look on his face. He smiled. "You are one pretty lady." he said, he held out his hand, and Hermione took it, standing up. She felt her body trembling. Her legs are a little unsteady. He steadied her and walked over to the bed. He motioned for her to lie down. She did so, feeling his hand on her leg and lifting it up onto the bed. Mike moved to the head of the bed. "Now let's take things a bit further," he said.
"I'd like that," she replied.
He smiled and took hold of one of her feet. rubbing it gently while admiring it. "Perfectly shaped," he repeated. "Now" he said, grabbing a leather strap and attaching it to her ankle and then attaching the other end to the bed frame, making sure there was enough slack in it so she was comfortable. He moved to the other side of the bed and repeated the action. Hermione watched him, Mike walked over to her side taking her left arm and attaching a leather strap to her wrist, repeating the action for her right arm he then brought the ends up right above her lifting her arms and securing them against the headboard of the bed, so she couldn't move.
"I feel a little... helpless," she said, giggling. The straps were comfortable though, she was not struggling at all, and she could still lift her legs. She was happy to be helpless. He made her happy. Mike seemed to notice her giggling and smiled. "That's the point," he said. "Ready for some real tickling." He added, moving to the bottom of the bed.
Hermione nodded, Mike grabbed the bottle from earlier and smiled as her poured some into his palm. He rubbed the oil together in his hand for a few seconds, then wiped his palms over her feet and started to massage them. she sighed, relaxing as he massaged the oil into her skin.
"Now you are really ready," Mike said, reaching down and grabbing the feather tickler from the floor. He started to use it on her left foot. She felt it slide over her skin, she felt it tickling the bottom of her heel and up her foot to her toes. Hermione tried holding in her laughter. She felt Mike move to her right foot and the feather started to tickle it as well.
Hermione giggled. She couldn't stop. Mike continued to tickle her. The feather felt like it was everywhere. It tickled behind her knee as well. It made her scream with laughter. “Eeeeeeeheeheehehehehe!” Hermione squealed. It was so intense. Her arms shook in the straps, her legs were moving as much as they could, but the straps were holding them in place. Hermione couldn't do anything but lie there and laugh.
“Bahahahahaahahaha! Oh my god! Hahahahahahaha!” Her head shook from side to side. “Pleehehehease hahahahaha! They are! Hehehehehe! They are too ticklish! Hahahahahahah! Oh my god, It tickles so much!” She screamed.
Mike started to laugh. "That's what happens when you get too much oil on your feet." he said, moving the feather to tickle under her toes, and her whole body started to shake as she laughed.
Mike started to move around the bed, tickling her legs and thighs. It felt like a hundred feathers were on her. Hermione screamed again. She couldn’t stop. "Hahahahahahaha! Hahahahahaha!" Mike laughed and the tickling continued.
"Gehehehehehehehehehahahahahahaha!" Mike smirked and felt he could maybe convince Rose for some of his pleasure. This was fun but he wanted to get his tongue between her toes and feel her squirm. He didn't think it would be a problem from how she was behaving. He moved to sit next to her and used the brush and tickler at the same time. He brushed the brush on her foot and then tickled her. It was like the brush was teasing her skin before the feather did the final assault.
"You sound like a witch being tortured," he said with a smirk.
Hermione laughed even harder. “Hahahahahahahaha, Hahahahahha, hahahaha. Hahahaha. HAHAHAHA, HAHahahahahaha.” She squealed. From between Hermione's dress her wand fell out after all the shaking. Mike noticed the strange stick.
“Hahahahahaha... Hahahahaha hahahahaha, hahahahahaha.” Hermione squealed again. Mike saw the wand and grabbed it, bringing it over to her left foot he started to use it to tickle her. He moved the feather on top of the wand, so it was tickling at the same time as well.
“Heehehehehehahahahahahahahah! It tickles! Hahahahahahahahaha! It tickles!” Hermione screamed unbeknowst to her that Mike was tickling her with her wand! “Hahahaha, hahaha, hahahaha, hahahahaha. Hahahahhaha, hahahahaha...! OH MY GOD! HAHAHA, HAHAHAHAHahahah. HAHahahaha.” her body shook so much she was sure she was going to break one of the straps. She didn’t care.
Mike continued to tickle her and he felt his cock stiffen in his pants. "Are those tears? joy I hope" He asked with a chuckle.
Hermione looked up at him. “I can’t take it anymore! Hahahaha, it tickles, it tickles!” she screamed again.
Mike smiled, "one last spot before were done,"
“Nooooo!” Hermione screamed. “Nohohohoho! No, no, no! Hahahahahahahaha! Not my toes! Hahahahahahaha! Oh my god! Hahahahahaha! It tickles A LOT! Hahahahahahahahaha! I’m soooo ticklish! Hahahahahahahahaha! Now get away from my toes!” Hermione shrieked with laughter, her head shook rapidly from side to side, her whole body shuddering.
Mike laughed again and continued. Hermione knew she was going to cum, the laughter felt like an orgasm. Mike looked at Hermione's toes and with a final swish of the wand he stopped the tickling.
"Whew," Hermione gasped. "Oh my god..." She could still feel the laughter in her body, but it had subsided to a gentle giggle. Her body was still shaking with the aftershocks of the tickling.
Mike started to unstrap her, she moved her arms and legs. She sighed and leaned back against the headboard. "I'm exhausted." she giggled, still trying to catch her breath.
Mike laughed, he loved it. Tickling and a woman's laughter was so erotic. Mike had thought she was perfect when he met her, but now he thought she was almost too good to be true. "I liked this." he said to Hermione, who was still giggling. He walked over to her, and Hermione noticed his arousal in his pants as he moved. "Would you mind if I showed you another part of my kink?" he asked.
"No," Hermione said, still feeling the aftershocks of her tickling. She'd never had it that intense. "I don't mind."
Mike smiled and started to take off his shirt. Hermione watched him. He undressed completely and she looked at his body. He was fit, his muscles toned. His stomach was flat, his chest well defined.
When he finished, he climbed onto the bed. She felt his hands on her legs, bringing her foot over to his lips. Mike placed a soft kiss on the instep of her left foot. Then he moved to her toes, kissing the tips. He moved up to her ankle, kissing it gently. She felt him take her big toe in his mouth and suck.
She giggled softly, it tickled a little, but it was nice too. She watched him as he started to lick the underside of her toes. She giggled again. It was ticklish, but still nice. "I love feet." Mike mumbled and Hermione giggled. He didn't even sound sorry. He continued to lick her foot, and then he moved to her other one.
As he licked Hermione felt her desire grow. She wanted it. She wanted someone to do this to her again. Mike seemed perfect. He licked and sucked her toes. He kissed her ankle, and ran his tongue up her foot, licking the crease where her foot met her leg. He moaned softly as he licked, it was clear he enjoyed it a lot.
She giggled softly as he kissed the bottom of her toe, it tickled. Hermione blushed again. Whle he kissed and sucked her feet she noticed his erection standing tall and feeling like he deserved something she reached out with her hands and took his cock and started stroking it, watching Mike's face. She saw a wave of pleasure run through his body. He looked up and his eyes were wide with pleasure.
Hermione stroked him harder, and he started to moan. Sucking on her right big toe he licked and sucked the others as well. He seemed to enjoy it a lot. "I’m going to cum." Mike moaned.
Before Hermione could respond Mike got up and started stroking his cock aiming at her feet, He reached the climax and shot his cum all over them. "Fuck... it feels so good." Mike said, he seemed happy to have cum on her feet. She noticed her own desire rising.
Hermione blushed. She thought maybe he could satisfy her desire. Hermione felt so liberated. She had never felt so good. Her toes were warm from Mike's kisses. His cum was starting to cool and dry on them.
Mike sighed and rolled onto his back next to her. "That was... so good." He said. He sounded happy.
She giggled. It seemed so funny. He'd really enjoyed it. "Yeah," she agreed.
Mike rolled to look at her, a smile on his face. "Can I see you again?" he asked.
Hermione grinned. "Yeah, that would be nice." she said.
Mike nodded and started to get off the bed. He smiled at her. "I'll see you later Rose. It's a pleasure to know you." he said as he dressed and waved goodbye leaving Hermione in bed.
Hermione lay there for a few moments. She was happy. She felt so free. The tickling had been amazing. She'd loved it. She hoped that Mike would be back soon.
Hermione finally got off the bed, and started to clean up. She dressed again. and looked at herself in the mirror, her hair was messed up a bit and her makeup slightly smudged from all the laughing. She grinned at herself.
She waved her wand and cleaned herself up with some spells, she walked into the corridor, and waved at Mike's friend Pamela.
Potter manor.
Ginny was in the shed poolishing her firebolt; she had just finshed poolishing Harry's broom and was now working on her own. They would often fly together just for fun. While it would seem romantic flying under the moon light at night it didn't often turn out like that. Skies filled with clouds made it extremely dark. She was concentrating on her work when she felt a kiss on the neck, it made her jump slightly.
"Sorry love I didn't mean to scare you." Harry said as he saw her jump at his touch. He placed another kiss on her neck. Ginny felt her whole body relax. It always did when Harry did that. She felt safe around him.
"I'm fine." Ginny said with a smile. She turned to him and kissed him softly on the lips.
"You're done?" Harry asked, looking at the firebolt.
"No, not yet." Ginny replied. "Just taking a break. It takes a while to get it just right."
"I'm sure." Harry nodded.
Ginny turned back to the firebolt, and started to work again. She heard Harry move behind her, "You did mine as well?" he asked, as she heard him walk over to it.
"Yeah," Ginny replied.
Harry walked back to her, placing his hand on her waist. He pulled her back against him. "You're so amazing," he whispered in her ear, and Ginny felt a warmth in her body.
She finished with the firebolt and placed it on the stand. She turned around and started to kiss Harry back. They kissed for a while, and Ginny could feel herself getting more and more aroused. "You still owe me you know." she said between kisses.
Harry nodded. He did remember. "I will never forget anything I owe to you." He said, looking at her with a smile.
"Let's go to the bedroom." Ginny said sexily. Harry nodded and they made their way to the bedroom.
When they arrived, Harry started to undress her. Ginny stood there, waiting for him. She loved it when he did that, he was always so gentle. He undid her buttons one at a time, and she felt the warmth of his fingers. Ginny sighed, it always felt so nice.
When Harry had removed her top, he undid the button on her trousers. Ginny felt them slide down her legs, and stepped out of them. She stood in front of him in her underwear. She heard him take a deep breath. "You look beautiful," he said.
Ginny smiled. she crawled onto their bed shaking her arse back and forth slowly, looking back at him, she knew he loved a good view. She lay down on it and looked up at him.
Harry finished undressing and crawled onto the bed with her. "I want you to do something for me," Ginny said.
"And what would my lady like?" Harry asked.
Ginny giggled. lifting her right leg she brought her right foot against his chest . "I'd like you to worship this." she said, smiling at him.
Harry looked at her foot, then back at her. He nodded and placed a kiss on her ankle. Ginny felt a heat in her body. It always felt nice.
Harry started to lick the inside of her foot. He started at the toe and moved slowly up her foot towards her ankle. He was so gentle with her. Ginny let out a soft moan.
His tongue tickled a little, it felt nice. He reached her ankle, and kissed the bone, moving his tongue down to her arch, and licking it slowly Ginny arched her back and let out another moan. She felt her arousal growing. Ginny's sole was sumptuous, its flesh creamy and soft, the colour of buttermilk. The slimness of the heel contrasted with the wide ball of her foot; the arch was deep and curved beautifully. Her plump toes ascended in a wonderful arc towards her big toe, each pressed up against its neighbour; the nails a dark purple colour. They were smooth from her latest pedicure.
Ginny closed her eyes as Harry continued to lick. He reached her toes, and started to suck them. He took her big toe in first and sucked it gently. Ginny felt herself trembling, it was so nice, his tongue caressed the side of her toe and tickled the sensitive part between her toes. He moved to her second one and did the same. Ginny was starting to feel herself building up.
Harry moved to her third toe, sucking it like he had the others. His tongue tickled her skin as he sucked. Ginny let out another moan.
When he reached her fourth toe, he took it between his teeth and started to nibble gently on it. Ginny squealed softly, it felt so nice. She could feel her arousal growing more and more.
Harry moved back down to her arch and started to lick it again. He was careful, she knew. Ginny liked it when he was rough with her, but she knew he couldn't be too rough on this spot. His tongue slid over her skin and Ginny felt her orgasm start to build.
"Fuck babe!" Ginny moaned, Harry chuckled at her swearing and dragged his tongue from the bottom of sole to the top of her toes, Ginny felt her muscles tighten, and her back arch. It had been such a long time since Harry had done this to her.
"Bloody Merlin I love it when you worship my feet Harry." Ginny moaned as his lips closed around the tips of her toes sucking them.
"I know you do my love." Harry mumbled around her toes.
"I want you to fuck me." Ginny said, and she felt Harry smile against her foot. He sucked her toes gently as he moved up her body.
Harry reached her and pushed his cock inside of her. Ginny squealed. She loved him. She felt him thrust and she let out another moan "It feels so good Harry." She said, and he chuckled again.
He kept thrusting, Ginny could feel herself building more and more. She felt Harry's muscles straining as he fucked her, and knew he was getting close as well.
Ginny flexing her quidditch trained body pushed Harry on his side and turned them over until she was ontop off him stradeling him. "I love your cock Harry." she said, and Harry smiled back at her.
She started to ride him, feeling his cock inside her. She could feel herself getting close. She leaned forward, kissing him as she moved up and down his cock. Harry groaned softly.
Ginny felt herself cumming. "Harry," she moaned. She could hear him grunting now.
"I'm close." he gasped.
Ginny started to ride harder. Harry groaned again and placed his hands on her hips. He pushed her down harder on his cock as he thrusted upwards. Ginny screamed with pleasure, she could feel his cock pulsing as he came, and her orgasm washed over her, causing her muscles to tense.
They lay there panting. Harry's cock still pulsating inside of her. He let out a deep breath and kissed her. "That was amazing," he said.
"I know." Ginny smiled back at him.
She rolled off of him and snuggled into his side. "Thank you for doing... you know, that thing..." Ginny said shyly.
"I may not enjoy it the same way as you do but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy it." Harry said.
Ginny kissed him, and Harry wrapped his arm around her. She was glad she had him. She knew he loved her, no matter what. He always made sure that she felt good. Harry had the most wonderful mouth, and tongue that could make her come with just a few licks.
