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 No.7655

So a while back I traded with Aoi Hikari for a story based off my Idea of Hogwarts having it's own girlmeat catalogue. That story can be found here: >>7556. Proofreading and editing Aoi's story inspired me to write my own version. Some if the initial catalogue spreads are the same (though usually heavily edited) from Aoi's story. These are taken with permission based off my initial descriptions for the trade, but the story itself is vastly different though based off of a similar concept.

Hermoine Browses for Girlmeat (Harry Potter, F/F, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Cons, Snuff, Exhib, Cannibalism, F/Self)

PART 1

Hermione shifted on the seat in the common room. It almost felt like there was something lumpy beneath her.

Reaching down beneath the cushion, Hermione felt around until her fingers scraped a book. No, not a book... A magazine! Curiously, Hermione pulled it out.

“What is this? A girly magazine?” Hermione asked aloud as the picture of a nude 5th year girl she didn't know strutted and posed across the front cover. “No, wait, that's not it...” She continued, looking at the title of the book. “'Hogwarts Meatgirl Catalogue'? What the..?”

Now that Hermione took a closer look, the girl photographed on the cover was in the Hogwarts Kitchen, surrounded by cooking supplies.
“That's...” Feeling nervous and guilty, but even more curious, Hermione opened the magazine, flipping to a random page. Surprisingly, the girl inside the magazine wasn't nude, though she was posing very provocatively next to a campfire. Hermione flipped to the next page, and then the next. On each full page spread there was a moving picture of a girl on one page and some text on the other with the girl’s name and price and presumably the reasons they wanted to sell themselves for meat.

“The wizarding world... eats girls? This can't be real... Who even put this together?” Hermoine muttered to herself as she flipped through. Despite the eroticism of the nudity on display, each of the girls on the pictures was clearly trying to sell herself as food first, and sexual object second; with each and every girl posing at a kitchen or a dining room and with objects like knifes and cauldrons.

“This has to be a joke...” Hermione muttered to herself, as she flipped through it. Suddenly, she stopped, staring.

The picture in front of her occupied both pages of the spread with just a bit of text in the corner, the most noticeable line of which was in big colorful letters saying: “Get two girls for the price of one!” But that wasn't what caught Hermione's eye, nor was it the fact that this was a full page spread featuring a pair of girls for sale instead of a single offering. No, what caught Hermione's eye was that unlike the pages the bookworm had seen so far, she actually knew the pair on the page in front of her! Padma and Parvati Patil. Her mouth fell open as she stared at pair of twin Indian vixens in the picture. Hermione stared, shocked at the idea that the twins would be selling themselves, but somehow, unable to look away. The twins wore very little, just a pair of golden collar shaped chokers, and a number of gold bangles to cover their olive-colored bodies, as they writhed and bounced in an exotic Indian dance amidst a magical fire that didn’t really hurt, but still did a perfect job at looking spectacular and conveying the idea of cooking. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies, caressing breasts and thighs as they cavorted on the page.

Seeing the Patil twins in the catalogue was like stepping into a warm shower. The girls in the previous pictures had looked somewhat familiar, but Hermione couldn't put names to their faces and so had thought that the magazine might have been a fake, or if it wasn't then at least that it was full of girls who had already graduated; but Parvati was her dorm mate, she'd recognize her face anywhere, and after years of sharing the same bedroom with her, Hermoine could tell that the girl in the picture was definitely Parvati. Her heart raced, wondering once more if this might actually be real. Alone in the common room without anyone watching her, Hermione could admit to herself that there was a part of her that wanted it to be.

Hermione quickly skimmed through the text accompanying the strangely erotic photograph searching for a clue a reason they would do this, an indication that the catalogue in front of her was a hoax, but after reading through the entry Hermione still wasn't sure. The interview explained that Parvati had them both listed as meat in the catalogue for no other reason than a passing whim. Padma only discovered it when they were interviewed and photographed, but the nerdier of the twins knew that her sister would have convinced her eventually, so gave into the idea without much fuss. Did that mean that this was a joke? That the twins knew they wouldn't be cooked and eaten? Or did that mean that this really was as casual and common as the catalogue portrayed it to be? Hermione wasn't sure.

A unintended glance brought Hermione's attention to the pair's price, a number which she hadn't paid much attention to up till now thinking it was just a strange gimmick. Her eyes widened. Twenty galleons! Twenty Galleons to cook and eat her dorm-mate and her sister. It was expensive, certainly, but it was a lot cheaper than Hermione had expected given that the twins were selling not just their bodies, but their lives as well! There was no way that Hermione could afford to buy them, but the Patils' price wasn't so expensive that it ensured they wouldn't be bought! Harry could afford them easily, or Draco Malfoy... Merlin! Even some of her less affluent classmates could pay that price if they saved for it!

This couldn't be real, could it?

Despite her doubts, Hermione's curiosity wouldn't let her pull away. Hermione had to read more, to understand what exactly was going on with this strange and, if she had to admit it, exciting, catalogue. With another glance around the room to make sure she was still alone, the bookworm quickly flipped ahead.

The next page Hermione landed on featured Hannah Abbot; another girl Hermione knew, from her year at least, if not well. The blonde girl was sitting, naked, in a big cauldron full of water placed over a fire. Her skin looked flushed as if she were in a hot bath, hinting to Hermione that the fire beneath her might have actually been real. She had a knife in one hand and a peeled potato in the other, slicing it into the same cauldron she was sitting in. Once she was done with one potato, she would grab another from a pot on a nearby table, where some other vegetables were also waiting for their turn to be sliced into the soup with her. All the while, Abbot's hefty bosom bobbed on the surface of he water in the cauldron, revealing brief flashes of her perky pink nipples. Hermione noted, with a bit of admiration for the precision of it, that the movement in the picture was looped perfectly; Abbot was peeling the same three potatoes over and over again, but because of the way the picture was taken, it looked like she was peeling new ones every time.

Tearing her eyes away from the hypnotically repetitive image, Hermione noticed that Hannah was priced at just 12 galleons. Hermione still couldn't afford to buy her, but the lower price made Hermione absentmindedly wonder if the two for one Patil twin sale really was as good a deal as it was advertised to be. Now, more curious than ever, Hermione checked out the blonde's interview, wondering what had possessed Hannah Abbot that she had decided to sell herself as meat.

Money, apparently. Not for herself, but to buy a birthday gift for her friend Susan Bones. Hermione boggled, unable to understand the blonde's mindset, but her confusion was soon chased away by the inclusion of a recipe for 'Abbott Stew,' a recipe that according to Hannah's interview was used to cook both her mother and her grandmother. Hermione actually recognized it, well at least part of it. Potatoes, onions, parsley, meat... it was Irish Stew! Just with Hannah Abbot used as the meat instead of the normal lamb or goat...
"I want to follow the family tradition, to feel the water boiling around me, turning me into a delicious Abbot stew just like it did to my mom and my grandma," Hermione read incredulously.

On the one hand, it explained why Hannah was so wiling to be cooked. If her mother and grandmother both did it, why wouldn't she be willing to do it too? On the other hand, that just raised a whole lot more questions. Was the money just a pretext? And, if this wasn't a prank, just how common was it to cook girls in the magical world? Hermoine had never even heard about it before looking through the catalogue, so eating girls couldn't be that common, right? Hermione wasn't sure.

Slowly, Hermoine was growing ever more used to the idea that every girl in this catalogue was selling herself as meat; but the portrait of Angelina Johnson, Harry's teammate from Quidditch, on the next page still managed to shock her.

The mocha-skinned girl was huddled on her hands and knees in a baking tray on the door of a large oven; her entire body wrapped in a tight net like a Christmas ham, immobilizing her. Angelina looked less like a girl than a piece of meat, an image not helped as the girl in the picture turned her head to look back over her shoulder at the viewer, revealing that she was holding a fluttering golden snitch between her teeth like a pig biting into an apple. In fact, the only thing Hermione could see of the older girl that even hinted at the fact that she was a woman was Angelina's pussy.

It was untouched, the netting around it cut away for ease of access, but it still managed to draw the eye. Angelina's lower lips were full and flushed, beautifully dark and parted just enough for Hermione to catch a hint of pink beyond them. They were also absolutely soaked; glistening with a liquid that Hermione was certain wasn't sweat. Angelina was getting off on this!

The thought, which should have been so obvious before, had somehow escaped Hermione until just then; but now that it had occurred to her, she couldn't stop thinking about it. The Patils in their sensual dance, Hannah Abbot with her bare breasts bobbing in the cauldron, all of them posed so artfully, yet also so erotically... Were the girls doing this because they were turned on by it? Hermione wasn't sure, but she felt like she had to find out. 'For academic purposes of course!' She thought to herself, ignoring the quickening embers of arousal in her own loins.

Angelina's interview, by comparison to Hermione's revelation of her real motives, was almost mundane. She was trying to raise money to buy some new brooms for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Hermione checked the price; 20 galleons, the same as the Patils, Hermione noted as she read even further. Angelina used her Interview to advertise herself, calling her body "dark meat" and telling the reader about how Quidditch had kept her in excellent shape for cooking, 'whether roasted on the oven or on the spit, I'll last for hours putting on the best show you've ever seen,' Angelina bragged.

This latest revelation boggled Hermione. Angelina wanted to be cooked alive! The brunette couldn't even imagine wanting something like that herself! Though... The idea of Angelina writhing and enjoying herself as she cooked was certainly... Hermione blushed, shaking her head to dismiss the thought as she turned to the next page.
Hermione stared for a second. If Angelina was obviously aroused by the prospect of becoming food, her fellow Gryffindor chaser, Alicia Spinnet, seemed intent on arousing the viewer at the thought of turning her into food.

Alicia crouched behind a vertical pole that looked almost like someone's failed attempt to transfigure a broomstick into a matchstick. The pole was half-way between metal and wood, pointy on the top with bristles on the bottom; it shimmered in the dim light within the photograph. Hermione blinked, unsure what to think as Alicia rubbed against what Hermione suddenly realized was probably her own personal broom. The frizzy haired girl could see the edges of Alicia's thick pussy lips poking out from around the shaft of the broom as Alicia ground her sex up, and down against it.

Up and down, Alicia moved, leaving a wet trace against the pole; no, Hermione realized as she read through the interview, against the spit. Alicia's recipe called for spitted witch, for the long almost metallic pole she'd transfigured from her broom to be thrust through her entire body all the way from her flushed cunt, to her smirking mouth and the floated over the fire to roast her. Hermione's eyes glazed slightly as she stared at Alicia as she danced around the pole. She couldn't stop herself from imagining it; Alicia being spitted, Hermione spitting her, Alicia rotating on her broom as she cooked... The idea was... Hermione shook her head. Even if she wanted to, and she didn't, Hermione reminded herself, Alicia was 20 galleons, the same price as her fellow Gryffidor chaser! There was no way she could afford her.

Hermoine turned to the next page in the catalogue, her fingers no longer trembling from embarrassment, but from the excited lore of forbidden fruit.

Daphne Greengrass! Hermione had never spoken to her, but she'd recognize the tall blonde Slytherin anywhere after years of sharing a potions class together. The price she'd offered herself at was an almost ludicrous 30 galleons. Hermione supposed it was still possible to afford her, but she didn't anyone outside Harry and possibly Draco, who actually could.

Daphne was reclining outside by Hagrid's shack. She was dressed in an expensive, lacy, white lingerie set, panties and gra, stockings and garter-belt, all improbably pristine as she lay on the dirty ground. Hermione blinked as she realized that the stump Daphne was resting her head on wasn't just any stump, she actually recognized it. It was Hagrid's butcher's block, and it was stained red from all the animals he'd slaughtered on it for the kitchens. For a moment, Hermione wondered to herself how much if any of the blood staining that stump came from girls like Daphne, or herself.

Still, Hermione had to hand it to the pureblood girl. Somehow, despite the fact that unlike all the previous girls, all of Daphne's private parts were covered, the setting of the photo and and the pose she was shot in almost made her seem even more nude, and vulnerable.

Absently, the brunette flipped to the next page.

Hermione's jaw dropped. Ginny. That was Ginny! There, on the opened page in front of her, was a picture of Ginny, Ron's sister and her closest female friend! Her mind boggled, how could she have missed this? Why didn't Ginny tell her? The other girls, even Parvati, weren't people she really knew, but Ginny? How did Ginny get caught up in this? And how did Hermione not hear about it!

The picture on the page in front of Hermione was set in the Hogwarts kitchen. Ginny sat, naked, on the kitchen counter atop a cutting board. Her body was completely exposed and Hermione could easily tell that the girl on the page was definitely her friend. She recognized the faint dusting of freckles across the top of the redhead's modest breasts, from when they went swimming together over the summer. If it wasn't her friend sitting on that cutting board, then at the very least it was her body.

Ginny had her legs spread, exposing her young, pink pussy, topped with a small flaming red bush shaved into a landing strip. Her lower lips glistened with arousal, just like Angelina's had, in the dim light of the Hogwarts kitchen. Hermione could see her friend smile and wave at the camera, grinning happily with an expression that Hermione would recognize anywhere. That was definitely Ginny.

As if that was not enough? Even as Hermione watched, Ginny reached down and spread her pussy open with one hand, showing off her unsoiled virginity, a virginity that Ginny had privately told her she was saving for Harry, if he wanted it. With her other hand the redheaded tomboy waved at the camera once more, all the while wearing the same playful smile, treating the whole affair as if it were just a fun diversion. Just as Hermione was about to look away, Ginny gestured around to a knife rack to her left and a cooking spit to her right, clearly offering Hermione (or whoever else was watching) various methods to prepare her. Even though Ginny was her friend, for a second Hermione couldn’t help but wonder what those methods would be like in use. What would it be like to impale Ginny on that spit? Or carve out the petite redhead's incredibly sensitive pussy with one of those knives? Just looking at the picture was making Hermione's heart beat faster than ever before! She needed to get to the bottom of this. Why was Ginny doing this? Why had she never heard about it before? Hermione needed to know.

Hermione scoured the interview, trying to discover what would cause her friend to pose like this, to sell herself... Hermione blinked. Despite the fact that she was taking what Hermione thought were fairly extreme measures, Ginny’s reasoning actually seemed pretty straightforward; she just wanted to make some money for her family to help out with expenses. She'd set a price of just five galleons to buy her body, since even that comparatively small amount would be very helpful to her family, while the low price would also make her more likely to be bought. In fact, Hermione mused to herself, just having one less mouth to feed might free up a fair amount of cash for the Weasley family.

Hermione frowned. Five galleons... Despite the fact that Ginny was her friend, Hermione was sorely tempted to try and buy her. Not because she wanted to see her friend cooked, Hermione assured herself! No, it would only be to satisfy her curiosity! But 5 galleons? It wasn't much, especially not for what was on sale, but Hermione didn't have it, and she couldn't just owl her parents to ask for the money. What was she going to say she wanted to for? To buy another girl to eat? And even if she did, her parents were Muggles, they didn't keep Galleons on hand, and as muggles they couldn't just walk to Gringotts to get more for her!

Hermione blushed, thinking about just asking Ginny about the catalogue. She wasn't sure she could do it. Admitting she knew Ginny was in it would be tantamount to admitting she'd seen her friend naked. And while Ginny seemed almost casual about both her nudity and her status as Hermione's potential dinner in the catalogue, Hermione knew her friend would tease her relentlessly if she knew Hermione had seen it.

Giving her investigation up for a lost cause, frustrated, Hermione tossed the magazine onto the short table in front of her. It fell open to another spread.
Luna Lovegood. It was Luna Lovegood. It was also the most explicitly pornographic image that Hermione had seen into the entire catalogue by far. The photo of Luna depicted her lying on her own bed, wearing nothing but a pair of silver star earrings that looked like they would pierce her neck should she awkwardly turn her head, a star spangled chain belt around her hips, and a magical wand behind her ear. Luna’s exceptionally pale legs were spread to make sure the viewer couldn't miss the fact that the blonde was fiercely masturbating, sliding a carrot as big as her own forearm in and out of her cute little pussy, each new thrust making her arch her back and roll her eyes in ecstasy. “By Merlin,” Hermione whispered to herself, unable to tear her eyes away from the incredible image in front of her. Despite the fact that the image was silent, Hermione could almost hear the incredibly sexy moans emanating from Luna’s gasping mouth.

Hermione blushed, hard, as she watched Luna fucking herself with the over-sized piece of produce, her young slit straining to accommodate the orange intruder. Luna's lower lips were flushed, bright red and sopping wet as they slid around the thick ridges of the carrot in what was hands down the most erotic sight Hermione had ever seen.

Luna had never had large breasts, but now, laying on her back they practically vanished into the rest of her chest making her large perky nipples even more visible than normal. Luna's nipple jiggled and jerked with each pleasured thrust of her improvised orange dildo, capturing Hermione's attention almost hypnotically.

Despite the risque nature of the magazine, Luna's photo stood out. The other girls were sexy, even erotic, but they weren't anything like this! Looking at them, Hermione had never been sure whether the actual reason those girls were selling themselves as meat was the reason stated in their interview, or whether they were doing it because they were getting off on the thought of being cooked. But with Luna, there was no question.

Unlike the rest of the girls in the magazine with her, Luna was positively open about the fact that she was enjoying both the thought of becoming food, and the photoshoot itself in a sexual way. She didn't seem to care at all if her nickname went from 'Loony' to 'Lewdy.'

Hermione's eyes raced to the interview, her curiosity almost killing her as she strained to figure out why Luna was doing this. Why she was enjoying it so... so openly! Had he not understood what she was getting into? Had she misunderstood what was going to happen to her if she was bought? No...

That wasn't it at all! Hermione was baffled! According to her interview, Luna hadn't accidentally mistaken it for a pornographic photoshoot, or anything of the sort! She knew that she was selling herself for food just like all the other girls in the catalogue and she was getting off on the idea. Luna had even included a recipe for 'spit-roasted Ravenclaw' that went into lurid and explicit detail about just how she wanted to be 'snuffed and cooked' and even involved a short spell to keep her alive through the entire process!

Hermione's eyes widened in shock as she reached the end of the article. Luna wasn’t even asking for money! The lithe blonde just wanted some of her lost possessions returned (a list of which was included, with items varying from a pair of socks to books on magizoology and spells). Hermione was absolutely mystified as to why Luna would care about them. After all, it wasn't as if the eccentric girl would have any use for them after she was cooked and eaten...

'Wait.' Hermione looked over Luna's price again. 'She just wants her stuff returned?' That wouldn't cost Hermione anything at all! It would just take the time spent to track Luna's stuff down! Hermione hesitated. This was wrong. Luna was a person, a friend even! She shouldn't be thinking of cooking her! 'But...' Hermione hesitated, her urge to understand just what was going on warring with her moral convictions. 'She was volunteering, wasn't she? If it was what Luna wanted...'

With a single graceful motion, Hermione tucked the catalogue into a pocket beneath her robe and strode away. After all, she had some things to find.

 No.7659

Looks great, can't wait to read more, always good to see more Potterverse stories. I'll cross post a link in the HP topic.

 No.7661

Promising start

 No.7662

Daphne Greengrass,please.

 No.7663

Awesome start, looking forward to the rest.

 No.7664

I forgot to ask in my first post >>7659 , but where else besides here and hentai foundry do you post? Thanks.

 No.7665

>>7664
I post on Dolcettgirls forum, and Eka's Portal, both under the name TheVisitorBlack. I also have an ASSTR site that I keep meaning to update.

>>7662
I likely won't be expanding Daphne's role beyond that little description of her spread in the catalog. I really only added her to have a Slytherin girl and because I didn't want Pansy Parkinson. If anything, the next most likely girl for Hermione to buy would be Ginny (I even have a small bit of that plotted out for after this story, though I don't know if I'll actually write that sequel).

>>7663 >>7661
Glad you like it. Part two will be coming out sometime before the end of this week.

 No.7678

Great story so far!
But please don't let it end with Hermione giving herself up to be cooked or something like that, that's been done so many times already.
Just let her have this, please. Make her share Ginny with Harry or whatever, just don't kill her off so quickly. D:

 No.7680

>>7678
Hermione likely won't be killed off at all in this series. If you want Hermione cooked, you'll need to go to Aoi Hikari's stuff.

 No.7683

>>7680
Has Aoi Hikari ever done a story featuring Hermione being cooked? The only two HP stories of his I have seen feature Ginny as the one being cooked, not Hermione. And he has said it is unlikely he will do one with Hermione, I know this because I have asked after both of those stories were posted here. Sorry to derail, but I am curious.

 No.7688

>>7683
Aoi has not. Yet. I believe his response was that he'd do one as a potential sequel to one of our trades. As of yet I have not asked for such a sequel.

 No.7693

It took all night, and some pointed negotiating with both Parvati and her sister Padma, but Hermione managed to retrieve most of Luna's stuff for her, though she didn't manage to locate Luna's missing socks.

In fact, it took so long, that Hermione ended up going to sleep before she could find Luna to order her!

Hermione's sleep was restless. She woke up warm and sweaty, unable to keep the idea of the catalogue, and of cooking Luna, out of her head. Her curiosity (and arousal) consumed her, throwing off her morning routine. Immediately, Hermione packed Luna's things into her satchel, almost forgetting her own in her haste to get out the door. She even skipped class, ditching for the first time in her life in her eagerness to hunt Luna down.

"Luna!" Hermione called out. She caught up to her outside her classroom, standing next to Ginny. "Can I talk to you?" Hermione asked, "In private?" She continued, glancing at Ginny.

"Nothing's really really private, Hermione. Not with the Minister's network of polywumphs spying on us," Luna replied.

"Well then, at least... away from other people?" Hermione pleaded.

"Of course, Hermione! Why didn't you ask?" Luna replied, walking down the hall and ducking into a rarely used side passage.

Hermione walked afterwards, not noticing Ginny following them until the redhead ducked into the passageway a second after her.

"Ginny?" Hermione asked incredulously, "I asked for privacy!" She continued slightly miffed.

"You're not trying to keep secrets from your friend are you?" Ginny asked, smugly. "You know I can just ask Luna what it was later, right?"

"I doubt it," Hermione muttered to herself, but; with her heart beating like a hummingbird in anticipation, the thought of Ginny teasing her for what she was about to do seemed a lot less important than it did last night in the common room.

"So, what did you wish to talk about, Hermione?" Luna asked, seemingly oblivious to the byplay.

"I, uh..." Hermione looked between the blonde and her redheaded friend. "I just wanted to..."

Hermione blushed, her courage suddenly leaving her in the face of Ginny's growing smug smile.

"Just wanted to what, Hermione?" Luna asked, puzzled and oblivious to Hermione's growing distress.

Hermione couldn't do it, she couldn't ask her, not with Ginny watching her like that. "I- I just wanted to return the things you lost!" Hermione burst out, opening her satchel to retrieve Luna's things.

Under Ginny's knowing eyes, and blushing furiously, Hermione pulled out Luna's books, her shoes, her quills, and the pair of socks she's put in to make up for not being able to find Luna's originals.

Luna smiled. "Thank you, Hermione! But these aren't mine," Luna stated, holding the socks.

"I know, I couldn't find your old ones so I threw in a pair of mine," Hermione admitted.

"Is that all you wanted, Hermione?" Luna asked, curiously.

"Yes," Hermione replied, a nervous shiver in her voice. "Why?" She asked.

"It's just, I never told you I lost any of these, and this is everything I listed in my interview for the meat catalogue. So I was wondering, since you already gave me what I was asking for, if you didn't want to buy me?"

Ginny's eyes widened in surprise. If she were drinking, she would have spit out her drink in shock. She had thought she might be spying on Hermione admitting to have a crush, this wasn't anything she'd been expecting!

"Wait, you volunteered too?" Ginny asked her blonde friend incredulously. "And you read the catalogue!?" Ginny asked Hermione, equally amazed.

"It's a book, Ginny, of course Hermione read it. The fuzzgonzles in her hair compel her to," Luna stated without any indication that she knew or cared how ridiculous her statement sounded.

Hermione blushed, unwilling to admit to reading the extremely erotic catalogue of her classmates, but that didn't stop Luna from pressing.

"So? Did you want to eat me? Even if you didn't intend to originally, you did pay my asking price in the catalog. If you want to cook me now, that's okay." Luna half-asked, half-reassured.

Hermoine stared on like a deer in the headlights at being confronted so directly. She was completely out of her element, and while Luna's frank offer and Ginny's incredulous reaction had confirmed that the catalogue was not only real, but that it was exactly what it was purported to be, the revelation had frazzled her enough that she was in a minor state of shock. That was probably Hermione didn't notice when Ginny opened up her satchel and rummaged through it.

"Aha!" Ginny exclaimed, waving her prize, "You did read it!"

Hermione paled in fright at Ginny's revelation that she knew of Hermione's familiarity with the magazine, and her display of the evidence. The pages flapped in the air as Ginny waved the catalogue in front of her.

"It knew it! Hogwarts Girlmeat Catalogue," Ginny declared. I didn't expect you to be excited by this sort of thing Hermione, were you more interested in the girls? ... Or the meat?" The redhead inquired slyly.

Hermione didn't think it was possible to blush any harder than she already was, but somehow she was managing it.

"Ginny," Luna butted in, rescuing her from the redheaded tease. "Hermione was just telling me if she was intending to cook me or not. You'll get your answer if you just wait for her to respond." Or... maybe she wasn't rescuing her after all?

"That's true..." Ginny admitted. "Well Hermione, were you planning to cook Luna?"

Hermione winced. She didn't like being put on the spot like this, but if the alternative was giving into embarrassment and giving up her chance to see what this was all about? "Yes, I wanted to buy Luna."

"Really!?" Luna asked, both surprised and excited. "Oh wow! I had hoped someone would buy me, but I wasn't sure anyone would be able to find my things, I mean, the wrackwraiths hid them extremely well..."

"Yes, really," Hermione admitted. "When I saw the catalogue, I thought it was a hoax. But, after seeing so many of my classmates in it, I was curious..."

"So you decided to buy me just to see if it was real?" Luna asked.

Hermione nodded. "Yeah... I did. I hope you don't mind?" Hermione asked, unsure just what the proper etiquette for buying a girl really was.

"Not at all," Luna smiled, mistily. “I'm a little disappointed that you didn't decide to order me because you were so turned on by my picture that you decided you had to buy me then and there, but as long as you still plan to cook me, I don't mind. I've really been looking forward to that part, you see." Luna admitted.

Hermione winced almost imperceptibly as she realized just how aptly that described her actions. She had after all immediately decided to buy Luna after seeing her spread, though it was her price as much as her picture that had made the decision for her. "Don't worry, Luna. I may have bought you out of academic curiosity, but I have to admit... Now that I know this isn't a hoax, I'm actually looking forward to watching you cook." Hermione admitted, trying to reassure the blonde.

“I'm glad,” Luna admitted. “I've been playing with myself every night since I signed up, thinking about being cooked. It would be a shame if your muzzlegorgs prevented you from enjoying it at all.”

Hermione blinked, unsure what to say in response to that and feeling both a bit embarrassed and a bit turned on by Luna's extremely candid admission.

Luckily, Ginny chimed in to rescue Hermione by changing the subject. "You know, if you thought it was a hoax you could have just asked me if it was real," Ginny teased. "You probably missed it, but I'm in here too," the redhead stated, gesturing with the girl meat catalogue she still held in her hand.

Hermione blushed, remembering Ginny's virginal countertop spread. "Yeah... I- I noticed."

"You did?" Ginny asked surprised. "And you decided to buy Luna instead of me? Did you see that I'm just 5 galleons?"

Ginny leaned forward, emphasizing the lightly freckled expanse of her décolletage. "I'm quite a bargain," Ginny teased, “You know, if you want to change your mind.”

"Ginny!" Luna rebuked the redhead, clearly upset by Ginny's proposal. "You know I've been looking forward to this!" the wispy blonde paused to regain her composure. "Hermione has already bought me. It's one thing if you want her to buy you as well, but please, don't try to take this from me?" Luna pleaded.

Ginny flushed, her eyes cast downward as Luna admonished her. "I'm- Ah, sorry Luna. I was out of line." Ginny paused. "I guess I'm just jealous..." Ginny admitted.

"Of Luna?" Hermione asked, somewhat surprised by the revelation.

"Yeah, but of you too Hermione," Ginny explained. "The reason you couldn't find her socks was because I have them." Ginny paused. "I was keeping them, hoping I'd find enough of the rest of her things so that I could buy her..."

Hermione was shocked at the revelation, but Luna wasn't even phased.

"You should have asked," Luna stated. "I'd have let you buy me for just the socks if it was you asking," Luna admitted.

“Yeah, I should have...” Ginny stated with a bit of melancholy as she pulled a pair of Luna's socks out of her own satchel and gave it to the girl. “I know you said your interest is just educational, Hermione... But if cooking Luna changes your mind, you can always buy me next!” Ginny lifted her robes, flashing her red tufted pussy as she revealed that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. “I'm always ready for cooking.”

Ginny's sex was moist, Hermione couldn't help but notice. Practically dripping in fact. Was that from the thought of Luna being purchased, Hermione wondered to herself? Or was it from the possibility that Ginny herself might be on the menu soon?

“I should get going,” Ginny admitted. “I'm already late for class as it is, and as much as I want to see Luna cook, Professor Sinistra is very strict about attendance.”

With that Ginny turned and reluctantly stalked off towards her next class.

“Thank you for finding my socks!” Luna called out to the retreating redhead. “If you want me to, I'll make sure Hermione saves you one of my legs!”

“You'd better!” Ginny smiled as she turned around to face them once more. “I'm looking forward to tasting you!”

Hermione watched as Ginny turned around and rushed off to class. “What was that about?” Hermione wondered aloud.

“Well, she did pay part of my price,” Luna stated. “It seems fair to give her part of me, unless you don't want to share?” Luna asked curiously.

"No!" Hermione protested. "That's fine," she continued. "It's just, why would she want your leg?" Hermione asked confused.

"To eat of course," Luna blinked, clearly confused herself. "Once you finish cooking your food, you usually eat it. That is why you bought me, isn't it? For lunch?"

Hermione blushed, realizing that she hadn't actually thought this through beyond the idea of buying and cooking her. "I, uh... I hadn't actually thought that through." Hermione admitted, a bit embarrassed by her lack of forethought.

"Really?" Luna asked, a bit excited. "You wanted to buy me just to see me cook for you?"

"Yes," Hermione admitted bashfully.

"You just wanted to kill me?" Luna asked, her voice a strange mix of hope, disappointment, and arousal that Hermione couldn't quite pry apart.

"I'm sorry Luna?" She asked, uncertain how to respond.

"Don't be," Luna replied. "I'm yours now. You don't have to eat me if you don't want to. I just think it's sort of odd," Luna explained. "If you're doing this for the educational experience, you really should experience eating me too, shouldn't you?" Luna asked, innocently. "I was sort of looking forward to it, after all, and it feels like a waste to just throw me out after taking all that trouble to buy and cook me in the first place."

Hermione was still unsure. Killing Luna was one thing, and Hermione couldn't really deny the pleasant tingle she felt every time she thought about it, but cannibalism? "I tell you what," Hermione offered, "we'll see about eating you once you're cooked."

"Oh thank you!" Luna enthused. "I know I'll be absolutely delicious once you cook me. I've been practicing."

"Being delicious?" Hermione asked, surprised.

"Yes," Luna agreed.

Hermione waited a few seconds for Luna to elaborate. She didn't.

"How?" Hermione asked, curious and slightly exasperated.

"I thought I already told you?" Luna asked, puzzled. "I played with myself every night since I signed up to be a meatgirl; using different ingredients and thinking about being cooked and eaten to trick the oishioderes into believing I'm food so that they'd make me taste better. There's even a picture of me doing it in the catalogue," Luna paused. "I wanted anyone buying me to know just what I was doing to prepare..."

Hermione's brow furrowed as she realized that Luna had indeed told her how she was practicing. She blushed slightly as she remembered the photo of Luna doing exactly that; imagining the lithe blond fucking herself with various ingredients every night until Hermione finally bought her. The image was certainly appealing.

"Oh! Right!" Hermione admitted, blushing. "I remember that now."

"Do you want to see what you bought?" Luna asked, curiously, putting her school satchel down on the ground.

"What?" Hermione asked, blindsided by the sudden change of subject.

"Me," Luna clarified. "You bought my body. Do you want to see it?"

Hermione paused, despite her discussion with Luna and Ginny earlier, it hadn't actually sunk in that she'd really bought another girl; that she'd really bought Luna. Hermione thought back to the photospread, remembering the effortlessly erotic way Luna looked on her bed. "Yes," Hermione answered, eagerly. She wanted to see that again, to see Luna naked, in person this time.

"I'm glad. There's something incredibly sexy about being meat," Luna admitted, slipping her skirt off to reveal that she was wearing thigh high stockings below, not pantyhose as Hermione had expected. Hermione's eyes were drawn to Luna's knickers; aside from concealing Luna's privates, they were tight and entirely unlike what Hermione expected. The decorated cloth featured spiral galaxies whirling hypnotically across a deep purple pattern.

"Like them?" Luna asked. "You can keep them after you eat me, if you want to. They'll fit you." Luna added, staring at Hermione's skirt-covered hips.

Hermione blushed. The garment was clearly and thoroughly soaked with Luna's juices, and there was something about the idea of wearing Luna's knickers after eating her that felt almost uncomfortably lewd. Still, Hermione couldn't bring herself to object.

Luna casually unbuttoned her robe, dropping it on ground atop her discarded schoolbag; followed shortly thereafter by her grey cardigan, leaving the willowy blonde standing in the hallway with just her button down white shirt covering the barest hint of her fascinating knickers.

Luna undid her Ravenclaw tie as Hermione watched, folding it carefully before dropping it onto the pile including her pooled robe and sweater. The frizzy-haired bookworm was fascinated by Luna's odd stripshow, there was a dreamy, almost casual quality to it as Luna unbuttoned her shirt, revealing the girl's modest B-cup breasts to her new owner, unbound by any sort of bra.

Hermione couldn't help but notice her perky pink nipples, the nubs as thick around as the tip of her own pinkie fingers, though not quite as long. Luna smiled as she watched Hermione lick her lips at the sight of her breasts, wondering just what the Gryffindor girl had in mind for them. The thought didn't slow her as she shrugged off her shirt, letting it drift over her slender arms and land atop the pile of discarded vestments.

Hermione blinked, aside from Luna's shoes and stockings, the only things her friend was wearing were those hypnotic undergarments and the pair of radishes dangling from her ears.

Smiling at the slightly older girl's obvious interest in her body, Luna hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers and pulled them down over her curvy hips until she could let them fall down her legs by themselves.

Luna's pussy was petite. It blended in with her body. The outer lips were little more than small swells, the inner lips protruding ever so slightly between them like a soft pink ribbon. It was also completely bare. It almost made Luna look like a doll, Hermione thought to herself as Luna turned about, showing off her body.

The blonde bent over, at once exposing her voluptuous ass and the fascinating swell of Luna's pussy as the girl looked back at Hermione through her own legs with her brilliant blue eyes.

“I see you've managed to fend off your muzzlegorgs,” Luna teased, watching as Hermione rubbed her knees together, her pupils dilated in arousal. “Are you ready to cook me now? Or do you want to stare at me a bit longer?” Luna asked in a voice that was more curious than chiding.

“I want to cook you,” Hermione half-answered, half-admitted.

“Then we should head to the kitchen,” Luna replied, walking out of the side passage wearing just her stockings and the pair of radishes.

“Wait!” Hermione called out. “You're not dressed!” She warned, wondering if Luna just forgot she was naked.

“Of course I'm not,” Luna agreed. “Only students have to wear clothes,” She continued, “and thanks to you, I'm meat.”

Hermione blinked, while embarrassing, that certainly made sense, but... “What about your stockings?” Hermione asked, latching onto the detail in her hopes of... Hermione wasn't sure; delaying Luna? Stopping her, maybe?

“You like them,” Luna answered. "That's why I'm wearing them. I know you liked my knickers too, but I wanted to whet your appetite,” Luna replied to what she imagined would be Hermione's retort. “That way you'll be more open to eating me when we get to the kitchen,” Luna finished as she walked off.

“Don't worry about my things,” Luna chided as she caught Hermione staring uncertainly at the pile on the floor. “They'll be in your trunk when you finish up with me.”

Hermione stared at Luna's swaying ass as the blonde sauntered away through the halls of Hogwarts toward her final fate at Hermione's hands. Hermione wasn't sure if she'd ever seen such an erotic sight before in her life. Then, realizing the blonde was getting away, Hermione hurried after her.

“Wait,” Hermione asked, her mind just processing Luna's earlier reassurance. “I get to keep your things?” She asked. “Then, why ask for that stuff back in the first place?”

“To make sure someone bought me,” Luna answered matter-of-factly. “I didn't want to cost too much, or I might not be cooked,” Luna explained, “But if I was too cheap, someone might just buy me for my price, instead of to buy me,” Luna explained. “This way, I'm being cooked because you wanted to cook me instead of just because I was basically free.”

Luna paused. “Also, the girls I wanted to cook me already stole my things in the first place, so that made it easier. I wonder why they didn't get the hint?”

Hermione's heart was beating a kilometer per second as her eyes darted around, expecting to run into a student, or worse a teacher, who might see them and stop them, but since class had already started the halls were almost comfortingly empty.

“Wait, you wanted to be cooked by your bullies?” Hermione asked, incredulous.

“Of course,” Luna replied. “I'm sure they would have treated me like meat,” Luna explained, “and I much prefer being cooked by a pretty girl like you to being cooked by a boy.”

Hermione blinked, uncertain how to process this new revelation. Was Luna gay? Did that mean she was gay too? Hermione shook her head, banishing the thought. It wasn't important right now, she could think about in more later when she wasn't so... distracted, Hermione thought to herself, her eyes searching for the slight flashes of Luna's pussy which were occasionally visible as the blonde walked in front of her.

Finally, the two girls, one clothed and one, less so, reached the kitchen. Luna expertly reached up and tickled the pear, causing the still-life guarding the room to swing open, granting them admittance.

 No.7706

Great stuff as usual! I really like how you write Luna. Just the right touch of spacy.

 No.7708

Excellent continuation! And I agree with dokariss, that is one special Luna right there... perfectly twisted logic.

 No.7717

>>7706
>>7708
Thanks. Characterization is the primary focus of this story, and the reason I decided to write it in the first place, so I'm glad I'm getting it right.

I plan to finish this off (and maybe a sequel starring Ginny with Harry and Hermione) before the end of NaNoWriMo. We'll see how that works out.

 No.7731

Finally, the two girls, one clothed and one less so, reached the kitchen. Luna expertly stretched out her hand and tickled the pear, causing the still-life guarding the room to swing open, granting them admittance.
The house elves squealed and chattered upon seeing the two girls eagerly approaching them, ready to serve but still keeping a deferential distance. Normally that would bother Hermione, but currently she was too absorbed in Luna, and in what she was about to do to her, to care.
“So how does the catalogue work, anyway?” Hermione asked. “Why have I never heard about students being cooked before?”
“I'm not sure why not,” Luna answered, uncertainly. “The catalogue has been out for a month, but I think I'm the first girl to be bought..." Luna mused as she watched the house elves starting to set up various ways to cook her while Hermione was distracted in case she decided to stop them later.
Hermione blinked, absorbing Luna's response.
"I assumed it would happen quicker," Luna admitted. "I mean, each girl listed in it gets a copy of the catalogue to share with people that she wants to buy her. Mine was stolen before I could put it on the table in the great hall, but anyone who sees the calatogue and isn't already listed as meat knows they can buy the girls in it.” The blonde paused. “You'd think with so many copies out there more girls would be eaten, right?" Luna asked sort of rhetorically.
Hermione on the other hand was beginning to understand what had happened. Reading between the lines, no one could buy any of the girls unless someone gave out their copy of the catalogue. It was a risk to be listed, but with that additional hurdle it was less risky than she had first thought. One of the other girls in the catalogue probably took Luna's copy to stop her from sharing it, and with Luna taken care of, they probably assumed that none of the other girls would share theirs. Of course, that didn't account for the copy hidden in the Gryffindor common room, but maybe that was from a girl seeking the thrill of some additional risk? Someone who hadn't expected it to be found? Absentmindedly, Hermione wondered who it was.
"Does Miss Herm-aye-oh-ninny want us to cooks Miss Lunas now?"
Hermione started, searching around for the voice that interrupted her train of thought before finally looking down and finding a house elf.
"No!" The frizzy-haired witch immediately objected. "I, I want to do it myself." She added less forcefully after seeing the diminutive creature cringe at her vehemence.
Luna, on the other hand, smiled at Hermione's declaration. She hadn't been sure what to expect from Harry and Ginny's odd friend; after all, buying a meatgirl with no intention of eating her? Hermione could have had anything planned for her! Still, she'd been hoping that Hermione would snuff her herself, and now it seemed like that was her plan after all. Luna grinned, happily. Maybe Hermione did buy her because she wanted her specifically after all? Whatever the older girl's reasoning, Luna was resolved to be the sexiest girl Hermione would ever snuff.
"Really?" Luna asked, still smiling. "That's great! Cooking me yourself will be much fun than watching the house elves do it for you," Luna encouraged. Idly, she turned to one of the elves, "You wouldn't happen to have an ear of corn, would you? I don't want the oishiovores to get distracted before we start."
“Of courses Miss Luna's meat,” the house elf dutifully replied, sending an illicit thrill down Luna's spine as she enjoyed the sensation of being referred to as “meat.”
Hermione was too busy staring at the multitude of tools and options which the house elves had set up in the kitchen to help her cook Luna to object to Luna's request, and by the time her focus had returned to her soon to be lunch, Luna was already taking an uncooked ear of corn from the elf in front of her.
"Wonderful!" Luna exhorted as the house elf handed her the vegetable, "Now I can get started."
"Get started?" Hermione asked, a bit uncertainly.
"I already told you, I was practicing how to be more delicious, Hermione," Luna chided. "Did you forget already?"
Hermione hadn't but she wasn't sure how that applied here. At least, she wasn't sure until Luna climbed up on top of the long table in the middle of the kitchen and sat down with her legs dangling over the edge.
"Well, in case you did forget, let me remind you," Luna offered before licking the uncooked cob until it was slick and shiny with her saliva.
Hermione watched, more than a little turned on as Luna spread her legs, revealing her cute little pussy to both Hermione, and all the house elves watching nearly unnoticed around them. For a second, Hermione just stood there, admiring how adorable it was, especially when Hermione compared it to her own. Idly, Hermione wondered if her own sex might become more adorable if she actually indulged the blonde's wish and devoured Luna's slit.
Before Hermione could stop her, not that she would have, Luna brought the corn down between her spread thighs, teasing her lower lips with the saliva-slick tip of the vegetable. Hermione stared, her gaze lingering on the wet trail left behind by Luna's lingering spit, and the shining wetness between Luna's inner labia that had nothing to do with any moisture from the cob.
“Like what you see?” Luna asked, as she rubbed the tip of her makeshift dildo up and down between her pursed lower lips.
Hermione's heart skipped a beat as Luna surprised her with the question. She was definitely enjoying the view, but she didn't exactly want to admit just how turned on Luna's show was making her feel, especially not to Luna herself. “It's certainly... um... interesting,” Hermione fumbled, flustered. “I'm looking forward to seeing these Oshabores.”
Luna smiled sweetly, “It's oishiovores, Hermione. And you can't see them, they're invisible. But don't worry,” Luna reassured the frazzled frizzy-haired girl, “I'll make sure to put on a great show for you while you watch me lure them in.”
Hermione barely had time to parse Luna's response before the blonde began to plunge the corncob into her dripping slit.
“Oh!” “Ah!” Luna moaned and panted as the ribbed vegetable pressed against her sensitive sex, forcing her delicate folds apart as she began to fuck herself with the corn.
Hermione's jaw dropped. She'd never seen such a lewd sight in her life! She'd masturbated, certainly, but always in her bed under the covers, and quietly so that her roommates wouldn't hear her doing it. This, this was something completely different from anything Hermione had experienced before. Even in the magazine things hadn't been as lewd. Luna had fucked herself in her listing, true, but she was also silent then, and a mere picture as well. This was real. It was really Luna in front of her, waiting to be cooked, wanting to be snuffed. It was sensual, raw... Erotic.
The brunette's eyes were locked completely upon the lithe blonde gyrating in front of her; her heaving chest, her indecent nipples, her squirming hips; it was all so... dirty. Hermione could feel her dampening panties clinging to her own slit as Luna pounded the corn cob in and out of her dripping sex. Hermione didn't know if she believed in Oishiovores, but whatever Luna was doing, it was certainly making her hungry.
Then suddenly, with a mighty moan, Luna shuddered, collapsing bonelessly onto the kitchen counter top, the corn jammed haphazardly into her cunt (for what other word was there for something used in such depravity?).
Unable to stop herself, Hermione approached and pulled the uncooked corn from Luna's snatch with a wet 'thwick.'
“Mmmm...” Luna lolled, “You don't want to leave it in me?” She asked, but Hermione wasn't paying any attention. The brunette nerd was staring at the younger girl's impossibly adorable pussy as it slowly closed in the aftermath of its vigorous use. It was... fascinating, and after seeing what Luna had done to it, Hermione wanted to abuse it even more.
“Did you want to check my meat for frimfrazzles?” Luna asked, languidly reaching down between her legs and effortlessly re-spreading her sex for Hermione's inspection. “I check every night,” Luna panted, “but you really should too... since you'll be eating me.”
Hermione wondered in the blonde had cast a spell on her, because she hadn't thought that anyone could make being eaten sound so... suggestive.
Still, something about Luna's body called to her. It was so soft, so innocent. Hermione reached out to touch it, tracing her fingers across the perky, moist, entrance to Luna's not-quite-so-private-anymore-privates.
“What do you call this?” Hermione asked, suddenly curious. “On a girl I mean.”
“My pussy?” Luna asked, “You do have one too, Hermione. Hasn't anyone told you what they're called?”
“No,” Hermione interrupted. “I mean, once it's cooked. Once I cook you, what's this part called?”
Luna smiled, enjoying the way Hermione was touching her, and savoring her slow transition into meat. “Filet, I think. Or girl-steak. I've heard both, though I haven't tasted either to tell you for sure,” Luna admitted easily.
Hermione's fingers trembled as she imagined the nearly naked blonde in front of her devouring another girl. She knew Luna hadn't from her own admission, and yet the thought of Luna tearing out another girl's pussy with her teeth... It was definitely exciting.
The bookworm's probing digits slipped into the damp groove at the opening of Luna's slit. “Can I?” She asked, unsure.
“Of course you can. Even if I hadn't just invited you too, you already paid for me, Hermione. You can do whatever you want to me; even eat me.” Luna giggled.
Her cheeks blushing, Hermione took the invitation, eagerly plunging her fingers into the warm depths of Luna's snatch.
“You're wet,” Hermione observed, the fact of Luna's arousal still coming as a bit of a shock to her despite the ample proof beforehand.
“Aren't you?” Luna asked. “Eating a girl is an incredibly sexual experience. I do hope you're enjoying it as much as I am so far.”
“I'm, I just want to see this through,” Hermione blustered, “For my studies,” she added, blushing and convincing absolutely no one in the room, least of all herself.
“Are you sure?” Luna asked. “I could check for you,” she offered, almost, but not quite innocently.
“That's... No thank you!” Hermione hurriedly declared, pulling her sopping fingers free of Luna's warm box. As the cool air hit them, Hermione cursed her nervousness, mourning the way that Luna's heartbeat felt against her fingers when pressed by the walls of Luna's sex; it almost felt like Love.
Hermione offered her dripping fingers for Luna to suck on, wanting to get at least a bit of the feeling back, but instead of taking them into her mouth, Luna began to lick them, her pink tongue darting up and down like a kitten's until every centimeter of Hermione's fingers was clean, if not dry.
“Do you want to feel my tits too?” Luna asked, hopefully. “They're quite soft, and the nipples are very sensitive.”
Hermione shook her head, reminding herself of her mission, her purpose for buying Luna in the first place. She was here to cook her, and if Hermione played with her much longer, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to go through with her plans. Already the thought of keeping Luna around as her own personal plaything was becoming more alluring by the moment.
“No. I should- We should start cooking you,” Hermione replied.
“Oh?” Luna replied, her eyes as eager as a child who'd just been promised a new toy. “You've decided how you want to cook me?” Luna asked, enthusiastically, hopping down from the atop the kitchen table.
Hermione hadn't, actually, but the spreads from the catalogue flashed quickly before her eyes in response to the question. The Patil's fire dance, Hannah Abbott's Irish stew, Angelina Johnson's oven roast, Alicia Spinnet and her broomstick, Daphne Greengrass' outdoor butcher's block, Ginny's knives and spit, and Luna's recipe for 'spit-roasted Ravenclaw' with the spell that Hermione hadn't been able to restrain herself from practicing and perfecting last night, every last one of the ideas seemed appealing to Hermione, and she wasn't sure which option was the superior one! But, she didn't have to make the choice herself, did she? Luna already had a preference, and Hermione had memorized the spell to go along with it...
“I think I want to watch you become 'spit-roasted Ravenclaw,'” Hermione announced. “Just like in your listing,” Hermione clarified.
“Really!?” Luna asked, as excited as a kid on Christmas. “You really mean it!?”
“Of course,” Hermione agreed. “It... it gives me the best view of what's happening,” She justified to herself and the girl she was about to kill.
“Of course it does,” Luna agreed. “That's why I chose it. I wanted them to watch me while I cooked; to want me.”
“Your bullies?” Hermione asked, with a small amount of pity.
“Yes,” Luna agreed, slightly ashamed at her admission.
“Well,” Hermione paused, unsure what to say. “I want you,” she finally stated.
“Are you sure?” Luna asked, “You didn't want to eat me earlier,” Luna explained.
“I wasn't sure then,” Hermione answered back. “Now I am,” Hermione continued as she began to puzzle through Luna's motivation for selling herself like she did.
“Really?” Luna asked, still uncertain.
“Really,” Hermione stated authoritatively. “I want you Luna. I want to snuff you. I've wanted to snuff you ever since I saw this lewd little blonde enjoying herself with a carrot in the meat-girl catalogue,” Hermione explained, trying to reassure the girl she'd purchased. “That's why I bought you,” Hermione justified.
Luna still looked uncertain.
“Seeing you playing with that corn... Feeling you around my fingers... I don't want anyone else to have you, Luna.” Hermione paused. “I want to destroy you,” Hermione continued, “to make sure no one else can ever enjoy you like I will.”
Luna's uncertainty was fading, but it wasn't gone yet. “You're mine, Luna. And you look delicious,” Hermione added, looking Luna over, from the slender blonde's perky tits to her perfect pussy. “So, even if your bullies didn't buy you the way you'd hoped for, I did.”
Hermione smiled warmly at the trembling blonde, hugging the nearly naked girl to her before whispering in her ear. “You're my lunch, Luna, and I can't wait to taste you.”
Luna had tears in her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered back. “Thank you, Hermione. I'm really glad you found Ginny's catalogue last night instead of Harry. I'm really glad you'll be eating me...”
“Of course,” Hermione reassured the blonde as her mind raced over the information Luna just let slip. The catalogue she had was Ginny's? No wonder the redhead was teasing her about buying her... and she had left the magazine for Harry? That never would have worked out the way Ginny wanted, not without someone helping her out anyway. Still, now wasn't the time to think about Ginny. This was Luna's time now. Hermione would have to arrange something nice for Ginny later, after she finished with the blonde currently in her arms.
Hermione could feel Luna using the edge of her robe to dry her eyes, so she waited a few minutes until Luna started to pull away to let go. The blonde's eyes still looked a bit watery, but the smile on her face was genuine, if a bit nervous.

 No.7737

I have a funny feeling that your formatting and gurochan didn't meet in the middle this time...

 No.7748

Really excellent story.

 No.7773

Right, Let's try that again. Here's the previous part, plus New Stuff, after the break!
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The house elves squealed and chattered upon seeing the two girls eagerly approaching them, ready to serve but still keeping a deferential distance. Normally that would bother Hermione, but currently she was too absorbed in Luna, and in what she was about to do to her, to care.

“So how does the catalogue work, anyway?” Hermione asked. “Why have I never heard about students being cooked before?”

“I'm not sure why not,” Luna answered, uncertainly. “The catalogue has been out for a month, but I think I'm the first girl to be bought..." Luna mused as she watched the house elves starting to set up various ways to cook her while Hermione was distracted in case she decided to stop them later.

Hermione blinked, absorbing Luna's response.

"I assumed it would happen quicker," Luna admitted. "I mean, each girl listed in it gets a copy of the catalogue to share with people that she wants to buy her. Mine was stolen before I could put it on the table in the great hall, but anyone who sees the calatogue and isn't already listed as meat knows they can buy the girls in it.” The blonde paused. “You'd think with so many copies out there more girls would be eaten, right?" Luna asked sort of rhetorically.

Hermione on the other hand was beginning to understand what had happened. Reading between the lines, no one could buy any of the girls unless someone gave out their copy of the catalogue. It was a risk to be listed, but with that additional hurdle it was less risky than she had first thought. One of the other girls in the catalogue probably took Luna's copy to stop her from sharing it, and with Luna taken care of, they probably assumed that none of the other girls would share theirs. Of course, that didn't account for the copy hidden in the Gryffindor common room, but maybe that was from a girl seeking the thrill of some additional risk? Someone who hadn't expected it to be found? Absentmindedly, Hermione wondered who it was.

"Does Miss Herm-aye-oh-ninny want us to cooks Miss Lunas now?"

Hermione started, searching around for the voice that interrupted her train of thought before finally looking down and finding a house elf.

"No!" The frizzy-haired witch immediately objected. "I, I want to do it myself." She added less forcefully after seeing the diminutive creature cringe at her vehemence.
Luna, on the other hand, smiled at Hermione's declaration. She hadn't been sure what to expect from Harry and Ginny's odd friend; after all, buying a meatgirl with no intention of eating her? Hermione could have had anything planned for her! Still, she'd been hoping that Hermione would snuff her herself, and now it seemed like that was her plan after all. Luna grinned, happily. Maybe Hermione did buy her because she wanted her specifically after all? Whatever the older girl's reasoning, Luna was resolved to be the sexiest girl Hermione would ever snuff.

"Really?" Luna asked, still smiling. "That's great! Cooking me yourself will be much fun than watching the house elves do it for you," Luna encouraged. Idly, she turned to one of the elves, "You wouldn't happen to have an ear of corn, would you? I don't want the oishiovores to get distracted before we start."

“Of courses Miss Luna's meat,” the house elf dutifully replied, sending an illicit thrill down Luna's spine as she enjoyed the sensation of being referred to as “meat.”

Hermione was too busy staring at the multitude of tools and options which the house elves had set up in the kitchen to help her cook Luna to object to Luna's request, and by the time her focus had returned to her soon to be lunch, Luna was already taking an uncooked ear of corn from the elf in front of her.

"Wonderful!" Luna exhorted as the house elf handed her the vegetable, "Now I can get started."

"Get started?" Hermione asked, a bit uncertainly.

"I already told you, I was practicing how to be more delicious, Hermione," Luna chided. "Did you forget already?"

Hermione hadn't but she wasn't sure how that applied here. At least, she wasn't sure until Luna climbed up on top of the long table in the middle of the kitchen and sat down with her legs dangling over the edge.

"Well, in case you did forget, let me remind you," Luna offered before licking the uncooked cob until it was slick and shiny with her saliva.

Hermione watched, more than a little turned on as Luna spread her legs, revealing her cute little pussy to both Hermione, and all the house elves watching nearly unnoticed around them. For a second, Hermione just stood there, admiring how adorable it was, especially when Hermione compared it to her own. Idly, Hermione wondered if her own sex might become more adorable if she actually indulged the blonde's wish and devoured Luna's slit.

Before Hermione could stop her, not that she would have, Luna brought the corn down between her spread thighs, teasing her lower lips with the saliva-slick tip of the vegetable. Hermione stared, her gaze lingering on the wet trail left behind by Luna's lingering spit, and the shining wetness between Luna's inner labia that had nothing to do with any moisture from the cob.

“Like what you see?” Luna asked, as she rubbed the tip of her makeshift dildo up and down between her pursed lower lips.

Hermione's heart skipped a beat as Luna surprised her with the question. She was definitely enjoying the view, but she didn't exactly want to admit just how turned on Luna's show was making her feel, especially not to Luna herself. “It's certainly... um... interesting,” Hermione fumbled, flustered. “I'm looking forward to seeing these Oshabores.”

Luna smiled sweetly, “It's oishiovores, Hermione. And you can't see them, they're invisible. But don't worry,” Luna reassured the frazzled frizzy-haired girl, “I'll make sure to put on a great show for you while you watch me lure them in.”

Hermione barely had time to parse Luna's response before the blonde began to plunge the corncob into her dripping slit.

“Oh!” “Ah!” Luna moaned and panted as the ribbed vegetable pressed against her sensitive sex, forcing her delicate folds apart as she began to fuck herself with the corn.

Hermione's jaw dropped. She'd never seen such a lewd sight in her life! She'd masturbated, certainly, but always in her bed under the covers, and quietly so that her roommates wouldn't hear her doing it. This, this was something completely different from anything Hermione had experienced before. Even in the magazine things hadn't been as lewd. Luna had fucked herself in her listing, true, but she was also silent then, and a mere picture as well. This was real. It was really Luna in front of her, waiting to be cooked, wanting to be snuffed. It was sensual, raw... Erotic.

The brunette's eyes were locked completely upon the lithe blonde gyrating in front of her; her heaving chest, her indecent nipples, her squirming hips; it was all so... dirty. Hermione could feel her dampening panties clinging to her own slit as Luna pounded the corn cob in and out of her dripping sex. Hermione didn't know if she believed in Oishiovores, but whatever Luna was doing, it was certainly making her hungry.

Then suddenly, with a mighty moan, Luna shuddered, collapsing bonelessly onto the kitchen counter top, the corn jammed haphazardly into her cunt (for what other word was there for something used in such depravity?).

Unable to stop herself, Hermione approached and pulled the uncooked corn from Luna's snatch with a wet 'thwick.'

“Mmmm...” Luna lolled, “You don't want to leave it in me?” She asked, but Hermione wasn't paying any attention. The brunette nerd was staring at the younger girl's impossibly adorable pussy as it slowly closed in the aftermath of its vigorous use. It was... fascinating, and after seeing what Luna had done to it, Hermione wanted to abuse it even more.

“Did you want to check my meat for frimfrazzles?” Luna asked, languidly reaching down between her legs and effortlessly re-spreading her sex for Hermione's inspection. “I check every night,” Luna panted, “but you really should too... since you'll be eating me.”

Hermione wondered in the blonde had cast a spell on her, because she hadn't thought that anyone could make being eaten sound so... suggestive.

Still, something about Luna's body called to her. It was so soft, so innocent. Hermione reached out to touch it, tracing her fingers across the perky, moist, entrance to Luna's not-quite-so-private-anymore-privates.

“What do you call this?” Hermione asked, suddenly curious. “On a girl I mean.”

“My pussy?” Luna asked, “You do have one too, Hermione. Hasn't anyone told you what they're called?”

“No,” Hermione interrupted. “I mean, once it's cooked. Once I cook you, what's this part called?”

Luna smiled, enjoying the way Hermione was touching her, and savoring her slow transition into meat. “Filet, I think. Or girl-steak. I've heard both, though I haven't tasted either to tell you for sure,” Luna admitted easily.

Hermione's fingers trembled as she imagined the nearly naked blonde in front of her devouring another girl. She knew Luna hadn't from her own admission, and yet the thought of Luna tearing out another girl's pussy with her teeth... It was definitely exciting.

The bookworm's probing digits slipped into the damp groove at the opening of Luna's slit. “Can I?” She asked, unsure.

“Of course you can. Even if I hadn't just invited you too, you already paid for me, Hermione. You can do whatever you want to me; even eat me.” Luna giggled.
Her cheeks blushing, Hermione took the invitation, eagerly plunging her fingers into the warm depths of Luna's snatch.

“You're wet,” Hermione observed, the fact of Luna's arousal still coming as a bit of a shock to her despite the ample proof beforehand.

“Aren't you?” Luna asked. “Eating a girl is an incredibly sexual experience. I do hope you're enjoying it as much as I am so far.”

“I'm, I just want to see this through,” Hermione blustered, “For my studies,” she added, blushing and convincing absolutely no one in the room, least of all herself.
“Are you sure?” Luna asked. “I could check for you,” she offered, almost, but not quite innocently.

“That's... No thank you!” Hermione hurriedly declared, pulling her sopping fingers free of Luna's warm box. As the cool air hit them, Hermione cursed her nervousness, mourning the way that Luna's heartbeat felt against her fingers when pressed by the walls of Luna's sex; it almost felt like Love.

Hermione offered her dripping fingers for Luna to suck on, wanting to get at least a bit of the feeling back, but instead of taking them into her mouth, Luna began to lick them, her pink tongue darting up and down like a kitten's until every centimeter of Hermione's fingers was clean, if not dry.

“Do you want to feel my tits too?” Luna asked, hopefully. “They're quite soft, and the nipples are very sensitive.”

Hermione shook her head, reminding herself of her mission, her purpose for buying Luna in the first place. She was here to cook her, and if Hermione played with her much longer, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to go through with her plans. Already the thought of keeping Luna around as her own personal plaything was becoming more alluring by the moment.

“No. I should- We should start cooking you,” Hermione replied.

“Oh?” Luna replied, her eyes as eager as a child who'd just been promised a new toy. “You've decided how you want to cook me?” Luna asked, enthusiastically, hopping down from the atop the kitchen table.

Hermione hadn't, actually, but the spreads from the catalogue flashed quickly before her eyes in response to the question. The Patil's fire dance, Hannah Abbott's Irish stew, Angelina Johnson's oven roast, Alicia Spinnet and her broomstick, Daphne Greengrass' outdoor butcher's block, Ginny's knives and spit, and Luna's recipe for 'spit-roasted Ravenclaw' with the spell that Hermione hadn't been able to restrain herself from practicing and perfecting last night, every last one of the ideas seemed appealing to Hermione, and she wasn't sure which option was the superior one! But, she didn't have to make the choice herself, did she? Luna already had a preference, and Hermione had memorized the spell to go along with it...

“I think I want to watch you become 'spit-roasted Ravenclaw,'” Hermione announced. “Just like in your listing,” Hermione clarified.

“Really!?” Luna asked, as excited as a kid on Christmas. “You really mean it!?”

“Of course,” Hermione agreed. “It... it gives me the best view of what's happening,” She justified to herself and the girl she was about to kill.

“Of course it does,” Luna agreed. “That's why I chose it. I wanted them to watch me while I cooked; to want me.”

“Your bullies?” Hermione asked, with a small amount of pity.

“Yes,” Luna agreed, slightly ashamed at her admission.

“Well,” Hermione paused, unsure what to say. “I want you,” she finally stated.

“Are you sure?” Luna asked, “You didn't want to eat me earlier,” Luna explained.

“I wasn't sure then,” Hermione answered back. “Now I am,” Hermione continued as she began to puzzle through Luna's motivation for selling herself like she did.
“Really?” Luna asked, still uncertain.

“Really,” Hermione stated authoritatively. “I want you Luna. I want to snuff you. I've wanted to snuff you ever since I saw this lewd little blonde enjoying herself with a carrot in the meat-girl catalogue,” Hermione explained, trying to reassure the girl she'd purchased. “That's why I bought you,” Hermione justified.

Luna still looked uncertain.

“Seeing you playing with that corn... Feeling you around my fingers... I don't want anyone else to have you, Luna.” Hermione paused. “I want to destroy you,” Hermione continued, “to make sure no one else can ever enjoy you like I will.”

Luna's uncertainty was fading, but it wasn't gone yet. “You're mine, Luna. And you look delicious,” Hermione added, looking Luna over, from the slender blonde's perky tits to her perfect pussy. “So, even if your bullies didn't buy you the way you'd hoped for, I did.”

Hermione smiled warmly at the trembling blonde, hugging the nearly naked girl to her before whispering in her ear. “You're my lunch, Luna, and I can't wait to taste you.”

Luna had tears in her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered back. “Thank you, Hermione. I'm really glad you found Ginny's catalogue last night instead of Harry. I'm really glad you'll be eating me...”

“Of course,” Hermione reassured the blonde as her mind raced over the information Luna just let slip. The catalogue she had was Ginny's? No wonder the redhead was teasing her about buying her... and she had left the magazine for Harry? That never would have worked out the way Ginny wanted, not without someone helping her out anyway. Still, now wasn't the time to think about Ginny. This was Luna's time now. Hermione would have to arrange something nice for Ginny later, after she finished with the blonde currently in her arms.

Hermione could feel Luna using the edge of her robe to dry her eyes, so she waited a few minutes until Luna started to pull away to let go. The blonde's eyes still looked a bit watery, but the smile on her face was genuine, if a bit nervous.






























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“I'm ready now,” Luna offered. “For you to snuff me.”

Hermione's sex thrummed with excitement at the thought of watching Luna's life slowly drain out of her eyes, but this wasn't just about her, not anymore. “I'm not,” Hermione replied. “There's a spell I'd like to try out first.” Hermione puled her wand from her robes as she watched Luna's eyes light up with hopeful anticipation. That was good, since this particular hex needed a willing target or it wouldn't work. “Contineo Vivam!” Hermione uttered with a flick of her wand, a small rose colored light shooting from her wand to hit Luna in the chest. The blonde shuddered, clearly cumming in response to the spell, though Hermione wasn't certain if it was from the side effects of the hex, or if Luna's energetic reaction was due to what that particular spell represented for her.

After the rush to get everything set up last night, Hermione had been left restless, sleepless. She'd turned to the catalogue for some respite, practicing and mastering the spell that Luna had suggested the person buying her use, more out of curiosity than any intention of using it. That same curiosity had led her wonder why a spell that would keep you alive no matter what harm befell you wasn't more commonly used, and then to look the spell up to find out why not. It turned out there was in fact a very good reason for not using the spell more widely. For one thing, the life preservation hex left the victim incredibly sensitive to every passing sensation, pain was more painful, pleasure more pleasurable, but that wasn't enough by itself to keep the spell from being used. No, the life preservation hex preserved life at the whim of the caster, as long as the hex was active, the subject wouldn't be able to die, no matter what happened to them, but the second the hex was lifted, Luna would die. By casting the spell, Hermione had signed Luna's death warrant.

Luna wanted to be hurt, to be wanted and abused, and this spell would give her exactly what she wanted, keep her alive through it all. From the first brush of the spit, past when Hermione began to devour her, until Hermione decided to finish her off for real, Luna would experience each and every moment of it. Was there any wonder that Luna had cum when the hex had hit her?

“Thank you,” Luna gasped, struggling to overcome the sudden influx of sensations. “Thank you, Hermione.”

The sight of Luna shivering in front of her, nearly naked, barely able to stand on her feet, her life now completely under Hermione's control, sparked something in the muggleborn bookworm, something she'd been denying she felt until now. Lust.

What was the point in denying herself any longer? Hermione wondered to herself. Did it really matter if she indulged herself with Luna? With the life preservation hex in place, the blonde wouldn't be leaving the kitchen alive. Hermione could do whatever she wanted with her without needing to worry what her classmates would think, or if it meant she was gay or... Luna wouldn't be able to tell anyone what happened between them, and no one cared about what the house elves felt in this school but her anyway...

“If you want to thank me,” Hermione began nervously, reaching below her skirt to pull off her plain white panties, “you could...”

“Inspect you for frimfrazzles as well?” Luna offered, getting down on her knees in front of the uncertain brunette. “I'd love to.”

Hermione's heart raced as Luna lifted her skirt, revealing her sex to the blonde's eager eyes. For a second, Hermione was worried Luna would say something embarrassing, or comment on how she looked down there, but Luna didn't do either. Instead, the blonde reached up and caressed her.

Hermione shivered as she felt Luna's fingers tracing her damp sex, pulling her open for 'inspection' as the younger girl's head slipped beneath Hermione's skirt. She was nervous. No one had touched her like this before. No one had even looked at her like this before.

Luna giggled softly as she felt Hermione jump at the touch of her tongue. It was nice, being wanted, knowing she made Hermione nervous. But she didn't want Hermione to remain nervous, Luna's owner deserved to be nice and relaxed for what she was doing for her. Gently, Luna licked the older girl in the crevice between her inner and outer labia, methodically lapping up the salty musk that had dripped from Hermione's sex in her excitement. Luna smiled at the thought that this was all because of her, her body, her death. Luna was the girl that Hermione had gotten turned on thinking about. She was the girl Hermione wanted to snuff, not Ginny, not Padma, not Cho, or Marietta Edgecomb, her. Luna knew it was strange, but the thought made her feel warm inside, especially now, knowing that Hermione could end her life whenever she wanted to with just a thought... Knowing that she was only keeping Luna alive because she knew that the blonde wanted to actually experience being cooked eaten, the thought warmed her heart as well as her sex.

It was nice, pleasing Hermione like this. It felt right. Even though she knew Hermione didn't fully understand why she wanted it, the older girl was giving her everything she wanted, and Luna wanted to show her just how much she appreciated her for it. Gently, she lapped at Hermione's sensitive inner lips, rubbing small circles in the girl's inner thighs with her thumbs as she licked up and down, her tongue making sure to probe every gap and crevice between Hermione's inner and outer lips.

Hermione moaned, luxuriating in the tender treatment of Luna's tongue. Absently she wondered whether this was Luna's first time pleasing another girl or whether there was more to the relationship between Luna and her 'bullies' than she had thought. The brunette was almost surprised how little the idea that Luna might be used goods bothered her, but after a moment she realized that it didn't matter as much to her who had had Luna as it did that no one would ever have her again.

Luna lapped at Hermione's slit, eagerly drinking in her arousal as Hermione moaned her appreciation above her. She could feel the nervous bookworm's tension draining out of her as Luna brought her steadily closer to release. Luna could feel Hermione's fingers twining into her hair, holding her in place as the brunette spoke to her, urging her to continue, to go faster. An order that Luna eagerly obeyed as she serviced her owner's pussy.

Suddenly, after an idle flick of Luna's tongue against Hermione's clit, the older girl came, forcing Luna's mouth into her snatch as she shuddered around the blonde, her legs encasing her head. Luna eagerly lapped up this new mess that Hermione made and the took her cue to withdraw, slowly sliding back and standing up again as her friend and owner steadied herself.

“Luna, that was...” Hermione paused, “Thank you.”

“You're welcome,” Luna replied. “Are you hungry yet?” the blonde asked, hopefully.

"You know what, Luna? I think I am." Hermione replied, much more relaxed and surprisingly even more eager to snuff the blonde bombshell than when she entered the kitchen.

"Oh, goody!" Luna exclaimed, standing up. The blonde's modest tits jiggled enticingly as she shivered with anticipation, and Hermione realized just how much she wanted to play with the younger girl's body.

With a flick of her wand and a short phrase, Hermione transmuted a pair of upright poles, flowing them upward out of the stone floor until they rested a slightly closer together than the span Luna's outstretched arms, and stopped at about a head and a half taller than Hermione's own height; at the top of each pole was a wide stone ring, the only clue as to their function.

Luna's eyes widened as she watched the poles grow out of the ground, wondering what they were for. It didn't really matter that she didn't know of course; Hermione was in charge of how to cook her. But their actual function was puzzling her a bit. Still, it was clear enough from the context what ber owner wanted her to do, so Luna skipped over to them, her lips still wet with Hermione's juices.

"Turn around and face me," Hermione ordered, after watching her friend's pert butt bounce its way to the poles. She'd conjured two lengths of rope while Luna was distracted and she was now quite eager to use them.

Luna did so with a smile, eager to please the girl who was making her fantasy come true.

With a short, shouted, incantation the rope shot out, knotting firmly around Luna's wrist, the other end yanking her arm up as it tied her to the ring at the top of the pole. Another incantation and the feat was repeated on Luna's other side, leaving the girl tied up like a giant letter Y, or maybe an M if one included the poles in the design.

"That's more like it," Hermione nodded. "I think it's time for me to inspect my purchase now."

Luna shivered. The sudden loss of movement was startling, yet still arousing, and Hermione's declaration was tapping into her deepest fantasies (or maybe realities now?) Of being sold and treated like meat. The blonde, already turned on by the day's activities could feel her pussy flood with arousal.

Hermione advanced, ruthlessly. Relentlessly stepping forward towards her bound captive. The grin that graced her lips was cruel, but Luna didn't care. No, in fact, it was exactly what she wanted. Luna had offered her body for sale in the catalogue for exactly this experience. Being wanted, being bullied, being eaten and then having her life snuffed out when her new owner was finished with her, Luna knew what she was getting into, and she was looking forward to every second of it.

Hermione stopped just in front of the quivering naked blonde girl who used to be her friend but was now going to be her lunch. For a moment, Hermione wanted to ask her if this was really what she wanted, to tell her she could back out. But that wasn't true anymore, was it? With the Hex cast Luna would die as soon as Hermione let her grip on the spell slip. It wasn't hard to hold onto, but the first time Hermione fell asleep she was likely to lose it as her dreaming mind let go of the spell, killing her friend.

Instead of bothering her, that thought just made Hermione's crotch blaze hotter.

Hungrily, Hermione reached forward, grabbing one of Luna's perky nipples between her fingers and twisting it.

"Ahha!" Luna let out a pained, shuddering moan; the hex boosting her sensitivity to previously unheard of levels.

Casually, Hermione let go, avidly watching as Luna's nipple shifted back into place, redder and more flushed than it had started. With a curious joy, Hermione flicked Luna's other nipple, ripping a tortured cry of "Yes!" from the blonde's throat.

"Oh wow, you're certainly eager," Hermione observed as the wispy girl panted, her entire body slumping, held up by her bonds.

Effortlessly, Hermione kicked Luna's feet apart, spreading her legs and opening up her pussy for easier view. "I wonder how you taste?"

The brunette bookworm reached down, fondling the blonde's damp sex. Luna shivered, practically cooing from the attention.

"My, you're certainly wet..." Hermione marveled. "You're really enjoying this aren't you?" Hermione smiled.

Luna panted, still unable to catch her breath properly after the way Hermione handled her nipples.

Hermione crooked her fingers, rubbing Luna's adorable lower lips with her index and middle fingers, "Ready?" She asked, not even waiting for a response before she thrust her paired fingers deep into the quivering blonde's snatch.

"Ah!" Luna's eyes bulged as Hermione dug her fingers into the front of Luna's overstimulated twat, tugging the blonde towards her without any regard to what Luna might think.

Hermione was enjoying herself. Feeling her fingers violating Luna's adorable little cunt was amazing. It was warm and soft and wet, it felt just like she remembered from before, but with a little added kick from the pain and discomfort she was obviously causing the blonde, as well as the feeling of control she got from doing it. Hermione had always been a control freak, bossing her friends around, needing everything to be perfect, but it had never felt erotic before Luna...

"Nnnnggg!" Luna grunted as Hermione continued to tug and twist inside her, the bookworm's modest nails digging into her incredibly sensitive inner walls.

Hermione pulled her fingers free of Luna's snatch with a wet 'plop,' savoring the expression on the younger girl's face. She looked, at once hopeful and nervous, like a puppy wondering if it had pleased its master. Deliberately, Hermione sucked her fingers dry.

"Mmmm," she groaned, savoring the other girl's taste. It was, at once sweet and earthy. Pleasant in its own way, but not what she was expecting. Much, Hermione decided, like the girl herself.

Idly, Hermione wondered what Luna would taste like with her tongue buried in her folds, like the other girl had done for her. After a moment's deliberation, she decided to find out. After all, what was there to be afraid of, Luna wouldn't be able to tell on her, and if someone did find out, she wasn't going down on another girl so much as she was taste testing her lunch. And, a small part of Hermione chimed in, Luna did deserve a reward for servicing Hermione earlier.

Her course set, Hermione knelt down, forcefully spreading Luna's legs once more.

Luna gasped as Hermione kissed her pussy, the brunette's lips pressing warmly against her own as she sought to open the entrance to Luna's sex. With her arms bound like this and her legs spread by Hermione's hands, Luna was helpless, exposed. There was nothing Luna could do to stop her friend even if she wanted to, and as she felt Hermione's tongue dive deep into her sex, stopping her was the absolute last thing on Luna's dazed mind.

'This is incredible,' Hermione thought to herself as she relished the feel of Luna's folds squeezing against her tongue. She'd never experienced anything like it before. She'd never even french kissed someone before today, and now she was eating out a girl she'd soon be eating for real. Hermoine lost herself in the process. She dutifully explored Luna's private cave with her tongue like a dedicated spelunker, tasting every centimeter of Luna's inner flesh, never noticing how she was bringing the other girl closer and closer to the edge until...

Hermione blinked as Luna's hips bucked, her cunt clamping down on Hermione's tongue as she sprayed the older girl with her juices. The blonde panted, her eyes rolling, unable to speak as Hermione looked up at her in askance. She'd never felt like that before, never had another girl taste her like that. She'd cum before, but nothing like this. Luna wasn't sure if it was from the side effects of the hex, or if it was from watching Hermione eating her out as she imagined the brunette doing it for real, but Luna's orgasm was quite literally mind blowing. She whited out from the force of it and as she came to, she could see Hermione standing up, taking a towel from a house elf and wiping herself off with a stern look on her face.

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Looks great, can't wait to read more.

glad to see the site back and that they fixed the calender issue

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Good job.

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“You ruined my taste test you know,” Hermione sternly admonished the younger girl. “I had to clean myself up because of it.”

Luna looked up, still glowing from the aftermath of her orgasm, but with a hint of remorse for inconveniencing the girl who had made all of this possible for her. “I'm sorry,” Luna admitted.

“Since you ruined it, how do you plan on fixing it?” Hermione asked playfully.

“You could start the main course early,” Luna offered, squirming in a manner she hoped was enticingly, in her bonds as she imagined being spitted.

“Or,” Luna cocked her head to the side, thinking. She really was sorry, and even if Hermione was playing, that was no reason not to take her seriously. Besides, as eager as she was to be roasted, she'd certainly be spitted before the day was out, she could afford to delay that a little if it would make her demise more memorable for Hermione. “If you really want to taste me before I'm ready, you could eat my button,” Luna offered, moving her hips so that it was clear just what button she meant. “Or try one of my nipples!” Luna added, perkily.

Hermione blinked, she had sort of expected the offer to start spit-roasting Luna 'early' (as if they were on some sort of schedule), her blonde friend was nothing if not eager to be cooked; but Luna's other offer, to try her raw, to actually eat part of her before she was cooked, surprised Hermione. It wasn't just that she hadn't expected it (though she hadn't) It was also that the offer was actually tempting her.

Hermione had bought Luna to snuff without ever thinking of tasting her, and now she was tempted by the opportunity to do the opposite, eat her without snuffing her (although with the hex in place the latter was somewhat inevitable). Still, what was the harm? With Madame Pomfrey around, she wouldn't even have to worry about the chance of Luna's uncooked girlmeat disagreeing with her, Hermione thought to herself.

“Alright, I'll accept your offer,” Hermione declared, her mind turning to which of the proffered morsels she should liberate from her friend's squirming body. Obviously Luna's clit was tempting, but as fun as it would be to punish Luna for her transgression like that, it also seemed a little mean to deprive the girl of such a sensitive bundle of nerve endings while she cooked her, especially since enjoying being cooked was the reason Luna volunteered to be sold in the first place.

That left one of Luna's tempting, perky nipples. The idea appealed to Hermione. She could have one now, to find out what Luna would taste like before she was cooked, and the other one later to see how she changed. Her mind decided, Hermione bent down sucking the tip of Luna's perky young breast into her mouth. Her tongue traced around the blonde's nipple, the bumpy edges, the perky tip, teasing panting moans of anticipation from Luna's throat in the process.

Then, suddenly and without any warning, Hermione bit down.

“Yaaaagh!” Luna cried out, the pain overwhelming her as Hermione worried her nipple, pulling her head too and fro in an attempt to tear it off her. It lasted only seconds, but it felt like minutes to Luna, her every supercharged nerve screaming at her in response until Hermione finally liberated her treat.

Hermione stared, chewing on her prize as a single solitary drop of blood dripped from the wound she'd just made; the hex minimizing the damage done to the blonde. Luna tasted delicious. Savory, like pork, or like a barely cooked steak, but with an undertone to her that almost reminded Hermione of a piece of elk she'd once eaten. As tears of pain dripped from the blonde's eyes, Hermione decided. She was definitely eating more of this girl, not just because it would please Luna, but because she wanted to.

Luna was out of it. That much was obvious. Her eyes were vacant and filled with tears, but... she was smiling. Hermione wasn't sure what to make of it, but Luna wasn't anywhere near as fun to play with when she was unresponsive, so Hermione decided to get ready for the next step, spitting her.

With wave after wave of her wand, Hermione created a device, a contraption designed specifically for spitting her friend. There was a pedal, set into the stone floor of the kitchen that when pressed, would push up the spit that Hermione took from the cooking tools that the elves had set out earlier. The spit, Hermione slid into a hole she transfigured in the floor, after enchanting it to avoid any of Luna's vitals organs as it went through her, of course. With one final wave of her wand, Hermione moved the spit through the ground, until it was directly below Luna's adorably dripping cunt, connecting the metal pole to the rest of her device in the process.

Standing back, Hermione admired her work. The spit gleamed the tip barely poking out from the floor beneath her, friend? Victim? Hermione wasn't sure. Lunch, maybe. It seemed fitting since Luna seemed so determined to become it. The rest of the device was hidden, all save for the pedal, pointed at Luna and placed almost exactly a meter in front of her, near enough that with a small step, Hermione could reach out and touch the beautiful piece of meat she'd bought.

A minute later Luna's head was still lolling as she struggled to process the enhanced sensations coursing up and down her nerves. Hermione swallowed her well chewed morsel of Luna meat. She'd waited long enough. Eagerly, Hermione stepped on the pedal.

The spit slid upwards between the blonde's legs locking in place with a click, just like Hermione had planned. Another deep pump of the pedal and the spit reached Luna's knees. She was still insensate. Hermione wanted Luna to experience what she was about to do to her, but with the taste of her friend's meat lingering on her tongue, spitting her was just too tempting. Hermione stepped on the pedal once more.

This time, when the spit rose the tip reached Luna's upper thigh. The click as the spit locked into place seemed to rouse Luna from her insensate stupor.

"Huh?" The blonde asked, blinking as she returned to reality.

"You're awake again?" Hermione asked, a bit annoyed at Luna's extended recovery period. "Good. I wouldn't want you to miss this."

Luna blinked, slowly coming back to reality, or at least her version of it. Something was different, but she couldn't quite figure out...

"You may want to look down," Hermione drawled with a smirk, full of pride in her work.

Luna's eyes widened as she followed Hermione's advice.

"Oh! You started without me?" Luna sounded disappointed as she stared at the long metal body of the spit.

"Not quite yet," Hermione admitted. "We were just getting to the fun parts."

"Well, I guess that's okay," Luna admitted, still staring at the shining metal pole that would be the last thing to penetrated her well played with pussy. It was about as thick around as a hot dog, maybe 8 centimeters wide at the shaft. Luna had taken bigger in practice, but certainly nothing longer, or more final. She found her heart racing in anticipation.

"Spread your legs," Hermione ordered. "I don't want to miss."

Luna, excitement building inside her like a train gathering speed, quickly complied.

Hermione took a moment to admire the tableau in front of her. Luna stood, her arms tied to the poles, outstretched upward and to the sides. The blonde's feet were spread as far apart as the girl could manage while bound, causing her to sag in her bonds, and her adorable little pussy to spread slightly just above the silvery spit threatening it. Her breasts, once unblemished, were now mismatched, with one of the mounds bearing a ragged hole where it Hermione had torn away one of her deliciously perky nipples with her teeth. Taken all together, the blonde was a perfect portrait of submission. Hermione smiled. She was going to enjoy ending her.

With a solid pump, Hermione sent the spit shooting upwards into her friend's bared sex.

Luna's entire body spasmed as she felt the cool metal shaft touch her already overstimulated inner lips, forcing them apart as easily as a hot knife parting butter. The slender tip of the spit that Luna knew would be her final lover stopped, suddenly, just inside her slit. Luna trembled under Hermione's watchful eye. Though Luna had sometimes practiced with thicker fruit, something about the cold unyielding steel of the spit felt different, better, more exciting... No, Luna realized, it felt dangerous.

Hermione couldn't help but admire the way the spit disappeared into her friend's body. It spread her open, her cute inner lips effortlessly hugging the shaft. Even the way Luna was smiling, grinning perkily as she shivered from the thrill of first contact had an innocent aspect to it. A dark part of Hermione, a spiteful part she always kept on a tight leash reared up within her, urging her to shatter that happiness, to break the blonde in front of her into the mewling gasping piece of meat that they both knew she really was. And for once, Hermione gave in.

With a deft flick of her wand, Hermione engorged the spit, stretching it out from a bearable girth of 8 centimeters to an agonizing 25.

Luna's reaction to the change was immediate; a pained, panting moan as the immovable spit that once fit comfortably within her suddenly stretched and pushed at her inner walls like an inflating steel balloon. Her eyes bulged, her hips bucked, but there was not much Luna could do. Her arms were tied above her head, trapping her in place and the spit had risen high enough that even standing on the tips of her toes, Luna wouldn't have been able to dislodge it. Not that she wanted to of course, despite the newfound girth of the instrument, she still wanted to be spitted.

Hermione enjoyed the show. The sight of Luna bucking and twisting in front of her as she tried to get accustomed to the spit was incredible! But, it wasn't quite enough. With malicious relish, Hermione's foot pumped down on the pedal once more.

Luna gasped as the spit shot through her, the steel stretching her cunt like nothing she'd ever tried before. It felt like she was being ripped apart, and for a second Luna worried that Hermione would ruin the tastiest part of her lunch. But the thought was almost immediately lost behind the sensation of her pussy screaming at her as it struggled to adjust to the thick steel pole now lodged inside it. The spit had filled her quickly, it couldn't have taken more than a second to plunge upwards to where it now rested, the sharp point lodged exactly inside the ring of Luna's cervix, but to Luna's heightened nerves it felt like a small eternity. She groaned, pitifully, her legs now bowlegged from the strain, a gap now formed between her inner and outer labia now that her legs were stretched so far apart by the shock.

Luna was on the tips of her toes, the vast majority of her weight now resting directly on her tender cervix, and beneath that, the spit. Timidly, Luna pulled in a leg, moaning slightly as the pressure inside her shifted in response to her body's movement. It hurt, But Luna had to do it. She couldn't reach down and touch the spit with her arms, so she had to to use her legs. Nervously, Luna bent her knee and touched her foot to the pole.

It felt cool, cooler than she expected from feeling the part of it already inside her. Luna shivered in delight as she realized that soon, the part of the spit she was touching would be inside her too.

“Enjoying yourself?” Hermione asked, curiously, but with a slightly vicious undertone that reminded Luna of the girls that bullied her so often. Harry's friend really was the best choice for this, Luna thought to herself.

“I feel like a bug about to be pinned in a drawer,” Luna admitted happily. “It's nice. Are you having fun, Hermione?”

Hermione blinked, not expecting the question despite it being exactly the sort of thing she'd expect the blonde to do. “I am, actually,” Hermione admitted, seeing no reason to lie to her soon-to-be-lunch. “Your nipple was delicious, and I'm looking forward to trying the rest of you,” Hermione blushed, “Not to mention watching you die, I've never snuffed anyone before, but just the thought of ending you, of taking your life... well, I honestly feel a bit giddy,” Hermione admitted, falling back on old patterns as she struggled to cope with Luna's unexpected reactions.

“Well, why don't you finish spitting me?” Luna asked. “If we wait any longer we might attract blibbering humdingers.”

Hermione smiled. She wasn't sure if Luna was serious, or just trying to hurry her up, but either way she had a point, it took time to cook meat, and a meatgirl the size of Luna would probably take longer than a burger or a turkey. Grinning, Hermione pressed the pedal.

“Aaaaaaaaaah!” Luna cried out as the spit suddenly tore through her cervix, breaking it completely on its way to Luna's womb. The blonde's breath came in heavy pants as she realized that she was truly spitted now. She could feel tip of the spit pressing against the wall of her womb as it rested behind her navel. Her privates were a mess of agony, the pain from her ruined cervix echoing through her nerves hard enough to bring tears to the Blonde's eyes once more. Hermione had actually impaled her! Even with the spell in place, Luna hadn't been sure that she would. Despite the way Harry's friend had reassured her, she still doubted; her confidence wasn't the greatest, and Hermione was raised as a muggle, what if she backed out at the last second? What if she decided Luna wasn't worth eating after all? But no more. Despite the pain, knowing that Hermione fully intended to snuff her brought a radiant smile to Luna's face.

Hermione pumped the pedal once more, staring at Luna's face as the spit ripped through the rear wall of her womb. The Blonde's entire body jerked, instinctively responding to the sudden sensations as the metal pole twisted the space inside her to avoid puncturing any of her other organs on its way through her.

Luna could feel the spit, the tip resting just behind her ribs, between and beneath the bottoms of her breasts. With magical healing, and the way that Hermione had enchanted the shaft, even this wouldn't quite be fatal without the hex Hermione had cast for her, but it wasn't a trivial injury either. Grinning slightly as an idea hot her, Luna flexed her legs, pushing herself upwards on the spit impaling her before letting herself slump back down.

Hermione boggled. 'She was fucking it. The blonde was impaled more than halfway through her body with a spit the size of a large salami, ad she was fucking it. It was unexpected, strange, bizarre... It was actually pretty hot.' Hermione thought to herself as she watched Luna slide her way up and down the thick pole she'd impaled her with. Hermione's thoughts cast back to last night, to the catalogue and the sight of Luna fucking herself with the giant carrot, her mouth moving in silent ecstasy. Luna had repeated that performance for Hermione once already today, but somehow, seeing Luna fucking herself on the rod impaling her, knowing that even though her fantasy would kill her, even though it must be incredibly painful it was still turning her on enough to put on this show, somehow that knowledge just made the whole display even hotter.

Luna bobbed up and down on the spit inside her, grinning contentedly despite the strain. The force of her smile doubled as she caught Hermione reaching beneath her dress to play with herself. It was nice to know that her friend was enjoying her demise as much as she was. She could feel herself getting closed, slowly approaching an orgasm as the pain and pleasure blended together between her thighs. The wold began to fall away. Not literally of course, but Luna began to pay less and less attention to it as her prize approached, her eyes growing wild, her grin, manic.

Then, as Luna crouched upon the precipice of release, she felt the spit jerk within her, sending her over the edge.

Hermione couldn't resist pressing the pedal. She watched as Luna's panting moans and sexy groans grew louder, closer together, her breasts jiggling, her adorable little pussy sliding up and down on the metal invader, greasing the shaft. She could tell that Luna was close, and when Luna began to throw her head back in ecstatic celebration, Hermione pressed it, sending the spit surging through her body until the tip rested at the back of her throat.

Luna's overtaxed cunt squeezed the metal shaft hard as the unexpected impalement broke down the walls holding back her climax. It was incredible, feeling like this, like Hermione had fucked her all the way from her adorable little pussy to the back of her throat. Her mind drifted as sensation after amazing sensation rocked her body. It felt beautiful.

"You're almost completely spitted now," Hermione marveled. If she had decided to do this her way, the show would be ending now, the life slowly draining from Luna's eyes as the spit finished tearing her apart. She'd have watched as Luna died, and then walked away, her curiosity sated with the blonde's destruction. Part of Hermione regretted the missed opportunity, but this was better. Seeing Luna cook, eating her friend as she watched, helplessly. This was a much better plan.

“Yup!” Luna said, the popping the 'p' happily. She tried to nod, but with the spit keeping her neck rigid there was only so much she could manage. She couldn't even get the leverage to continue fucking herself with the spit.

“Want me to finish the job?” Hermione asked, smiling.

“Of course!” Luna eagerly replied. “You have to finish spitting me and cooking me before you can eat me, right? And I can tell you've been looking forward to that, Hermione.” Luna wanted to look down, but she couldn't not with the spit restraining her. Instead, Luna threw her head back and opened her mouth as wide as she could manage, so that with a single pump of her foot, Hermione could finish the process.

With the invitation clearly laid out, Hermione stepped down, launching the spit upwards one final time, the tip surging out of Luna's mouth even as the butt of the spit exited the hole in the floor that was keeping it in place.

Luna's eyes widened as she felt the pressure to keep her position completely rigid lessen. The newly freed spit allowed her to move her body once more, so long as she kept her torso and head completely straight. Unable to see what she was doing with her head thrown back, Luna's newfound freedom caused her to drag the butt of the spit against the craggy floor below her, setting the pole to vibrate incredibly throughout her whole body.

A happy moan escaped the blonde's lips, surprising Luna as it caused her entire spit to vibrate like a cat purring. The sensations were wonderful! The fully spitted girl started scratching the floor below with the butt of the spit, aiming for another chance at release. Feeling the vibrations throughout her entire body, Luna was sure it would be an incredible orgasm! And it would have been, had Hermione not gotten impatient for her meal and bound Luna's ankles to the spit with yet more conjured ropes.

Absentmindedly, Hermione wondered just how Luna managed to moan with the spit stretching her vocal cords so completely. Was it an accidental byproduct of the enchantment to avoid damaging Luna's organs? She didn't know. Firmly, Hermione put the question on her list of 'things to look into later.' This moment wasn't for research, this moment was about her, and Luna.

Hermione severed one of the ropes holding Luna's arms above her head, sending the lithe blonde morsel tumbling and twisting against the other pole, unable to keep her balance. Hermione stepped forward, grabbing the swaying Luna by the wait, keeping her in place as she made to cut the second rope.

Luna's skin was warm, and soft. It felt pleasant beneath Hermione's finger tips as she held her close. Idly, Hermione's fingers drifted downwards, releasing some of her control over Luna's body in return for the chance to touch her now obscenely stretched, but still adorable pussy. Hermione could feel Luna's muscles quivering as they struggled against the unyielding metal pole holding her open. “You're beautiful,” Hermione admitted as she ran her fingers over Luna's body, reaching up to cup one of her perfectly Luna-sized breasts and enjoying the soft warmth of it in her hand.

Idly, she noticed Luna's clit protruding cutely from the top of her sex. Letting Luna's breast go Hermione reached back down and pinched it, reveling in the way the blonde's entire body shook in place in response, restrained by the pole impaling her. If she looked up, she could see the desperate desire filling Luna's eyes, begging her for more, but Hermione was hungry, and she didn't want to wait for her meal any longer than she had to.

With two quick motions of her wand, Hermione had cut Luna's remaining arm free and then retied it to to its sister behind her back, leaving Luna completely unable to escape, and barely able to move beyond feeble attempts to wriggle up and down on the spit.

“What should I do with you now?” Hermione wondered, her only response a series of increasingly erotic moans and squirming coming from the fully-spitted and bound girl in her arms. Careful not to drop her prize, Hermione looked around the Kitchen, her eyes resting on a roaring fire set in a fireplace big enough to hold Luna's entire body even if she wasn't bound. Two metal Y-shaped stands stuck out from the floor to where they rested above the flames, perfect for resting a spit upon. Off to the side was a large cast iron cauldron, the same one Hermione had seen Hannah Abbot in in her spread, Hermione noticed with surprise as she inferred what the fireplace was usually used for.

With another wave of her wand, Hermione floated the trembling body of Luna Lovegood over the fire.

 No.7817

Good job. You should correct the following typo before you post the story in your ASSTR or Hentai Foundry account, though.

"The blonde was impaled more than halfway through her body with a spit the size of a large salami, ad she was fucking it," should be "The blonde was impaled more than halfway through her body with a spit the size of a large salami, AND she was fucking it," (emphasis mine).

 No.7819

Did you mean millimeters instead of centimeters? Those are some big ass hotdogs if not.

 No.7827

>>7819
I meant 2.5 and 15 instead of 8 and 25. I was tired when I wrote it.

PART 6

With another wave of her wand, Hermione floated the trembling body of Luna Lovegood over the fire.

“Ready to start cooking?” Hermione asked as she finished fitting the metal ends of the pole impaling her friend into the Y-frames.

Luna tried to nod, but the spit stopped her. “Mmmmnnng!” She moaned instead, affirmatively.

Luna was a sight. Completely naked, run through and bound she looked like a helpless blonde waif that Hermione had decided to cook like a witch in a fairytale. Which, wasn't that far off from the truth actually, Hermione realized. Were stories like Hansel and Gretel actually based off real events? Hermione wasn't sure, but it was another thing to look up later. Right now she had to watch Luna's final show.

Luna could barely see anything from where her head was forced into place by the spit. Hermione was an indistinct blog in the corner of her left eye, and the only thing that she could watch perfectly clearly was the wall in front of her. She was trapped, motionless, unable to do anything but squirm and roast. Luna caught movement in the edges of her vision as Hermione flicked of her wand once more.

“Uung?” Luna wondered, surprised as the spit began to turn, like a rotisserie with her inside it. There was a subtle vibration ringing through her body, carried by the spit as it ground against it's posts, rotating her so that she couldn't get burned. It wasn't enough to bring her over the edge, not yet anyway. But it was building...

Hermione pulled out a chair from beneath the kitchen table and twisted it around so that she could sit and watch her friend roast. The show was slow, but it was also exciting, watching Luna spin around the spit, her adorable little pussy stretched beyond all reason, her breasts swaying as she turned with only a single nipple between them. But what fascinated Hermione wasn't the sight of the helpless blonde squirming on the spit, it was the visible effects of the heat on her body. Luna was sweating, her body glistening as thousands of beads of moisture reflected the light of the flames below her. Her skin was starting to turn red, first an illusion from the flames, then for real as she began to cook for real.

The whole time Hermione was watching her, Luna was wriggling and shifting on the spit, pulling every scrap of pleasure she could from the hot metal pole inside her. Hermione could tell from the change in Luna's moans just when her adorable pussy began to sizzle, her damp inner passage cooking against the blazing heat of the spit. She could see Luna's eyes watering as the room began to smell like the spit-roasted Ravenclaw the younger girl had suggested in her interview. It smelled delicious.

Absentmindedly, Hermione reached down between her legs to play with herself as her friend cooked for her, admiring the way Luna's remaining nipple hardened and began to crisp beneath the emanating heat of the fire.

The minutes blended together as the two girl enjoyed their time together, Luna rotating endlessly around and around the spit as she roasted, and Hermione watching the almost hypnotically erotic display before her. Neither girl spoke a word, Luna because with the spit in place, she couldn't, and Hermione because she didn't want to spoil the moment, and there was no point taking to meat when it couldn't talk back.

Hermione knew very little about cooking, and even less about whole roasting girls, so it was lucky that the House Elves were there to help. Thanks to them, the fire Luna was roasting over was magical, charmed to let the heat reach every part of the blonde above it, so that instead of taking 12 hours, Luna could be cooked in less than two. Moreover, if it weren't for the elves, Hermione would never have had the basting brush placed in her hand to remind her to baste her friend before she dried out.

It took a second for Hermione to realize she was holding the brush, her mind occupied by other, things, but when she did notice it, it only took a second for Hermione to decide to go with it, and to get up from her chair.

Luna couldn't shiver, the pole running through her from her cunt to her mouth made sure of that; but the sight of Hermione stalking towards her basting brush in hand dripping spiced oil all over the kitchen floor certainly would have brought forth a shiver of anticipation from the blonde if she could.

Hermione stood next to the spit, basting brush in hand, and behan her work. Starting at her feat, Hermione coated everything, the soles of her feet, her little toes, even the spaces between them, which brought a muffled fairy-like giggle of a moan from Luna's spit-stuffed mouth. Every piece of Luna's feet that wasn't covered in oil was quickly coated under Hermione's diligent watch.

Next Hermione moved onto Luna's legs, covering them in spiced oil using their enchanted basting brush before making her way up to the junction between them. Luna's pussy was still adorable, even now that it had turned an almost crimson red from the heat and was stretched to an almost literal breaking point, and Hermione lavished careful attention as a result. Her meticulous coating of Luna's lower lips and fetching young clit sending the roasting girl into paroxysms of pleasure with every stroke.

Hermione covered Luna's flat stomach with spiced oil, protecting it, slightly, from the heat before turning to her back and pert behind as the spit turned her around. A few more strokes and Hermione had coated the back of Luna's shoulder and ribs, before the blonde rotated again to a more interesting area. Hermione was careful to coat the entirety of Luna's intact breast, to heighten the suspense before Hermione finally turned to the breast that she'd ruined with her teeth. 'Swish,' 'swish,' Hermione circled around Luna's tender tit starting from the base as she slowly drew nearer to the wound where Luna's nipple once sat.

Luna's eyes were bulging, knowing that even though it would hurt her there was no way that Hermione would leave the job unfinished. She braced for the pain as best she could, but thanks to the spit she couldn't move her head to see where Hermione's attentions were, only feel them drawing slowly ever closer.

The touch of Hermione's brush against her wounded nipple sent Luna into Pained spasms, her eyes rolling upwards in her head as Hermione dutifully coated the entire wound. She almost whited out, but she managed to hold on until Hermione turned her focus elsewhere and finished oiling up the blonde's shoulders and next. By the time luna had almost recovered, Hermione was tickling the bottom of her chin with er brush, waiting for Luna to close her eyes.

With a satisfied flourish, Hermione finished her work, coating the entirety of Luna's face with the protective oil. The blonde sparkled like a star in the reflective light of the fire, glowing warmly to almost light up the room. Despite what she was going through, she seemed content, no, more than that, she seemed enthusiastically happy about what Hermione was doing to her. Hermione couldn't understand it, wanting to be meat, wanting to be eaten, especially by someone like her, but... she didn't really have to understand it did she? Their feelings complimented each other, one wanting to eat, the other wanting to be eaten. Sure, in the future it might bother Hermione again, but for now, she could just accept the wondrous girl in front of her and watch her roast.

The stood like that for what seemed like an eternity, Hermione stepping back from the flames to admire the cooking form of her amazing friend, Luna savoring the sensations of being roasted, feeling her body transform from Luna into Luna's meat, until finally the blonde was done.

The fire cut out abruptly, guided by the unnoticed hand of a diligent house elf, and though Hermione wasn't expecting it, she understood the signal for what it was meant and began to float Luna onto the large kitchen counter where Hermione noticed a large silver platter coated in lettuce had been laid out just for her.

 No.7838

Excellent continuation! Can't wait for the last part(s).

 No.7840

Good job. Hopefully, Luna will be conscious to enjoy one last masochistic orgasm as Hermione bites off her clitoris.

 No.7876


Part 7 and Epilogue

Luna arrived on the platter on her back, her arms tied behind her, and her legs tied to the same massive metal pole that Hermione had shoved through her body. With a lazy wave of her wand, Hermione cast a sticking charm to keep Luna in place, then another wave to coat her own hands in a handy cooking spell she'd found to keep them safe from heat. Her friend was cooked, and it was time to serve her.

Grabbing the base of the spit with both hands, Hermione began to pull. She watched as with every new motion the metal pole impaling her lunch retracted, slowly. She could see it disappearing into Luna's mouth and down her throat. She watched as Luna's throat contracted, the blonde swallowing heavily as the spit receded into her chest, her muscle control retained solely due to the hex that Hermione had cast upon her earlier.

“That was... amazing,” Luna croaked, her throat stiff and unused to speaking after being filled so completely. “I'm really cooked, aren't I?” the blonde asked.

Hermione stared. After almost two hours without speaking up, she hadn't exactly been expecting to hear her friend's voice again. She realized the cause immediately, but still didn't lessen the surprise. Instead of answering, Hermione bought herself a few moments by looking her friend over.

Luna was a light golden brown. Her skin glistened in the flickering light of the kitchen and steam was rising in thick wisps of steam from her body. She was still the lithe and beautiful girl that had entered the kitchen with Hermione, but now it was immediately obvious to anyone looking that she had been cooked. She'd changed from a beautiful girl into a beautiful collection of girl meat.

With the spit no longer protruding from her mouth it almost looked like Luna was some sort of carnival treat, 'Girlmeat on a stick' maybe, but that didn't make her any less alluring to Hermione. Luna was smiling, her eyes shining brightly with happiness as she looked at the girl who had bought her. When Luna realized her copy of the catalogue had been stolen she'd despaired of ever being eaten, but now here she was, bought and toyed with, cooked and ready to eat. Hermione had given her that, now Luna thought it as only fair if she gave Hermione the most delicious, and erotic, meal she'd ever tasted.

“You really are cooked,” Hermione agreed, staring at the way Luna's adorable... what had she said it was called? Her girl-steak? Her filet? Both words certainly seemed to fit now that it was cooked, she mused, staring at the way Luna's adorable filet seemed to devour the spit impaling her. “Did you like it, being cooked?”

“I loved it, Hermione. Thank you!” Luna replied, her breathing steady despite her now useless lungs.

“And you're sure you want to live through me eating you?” Hermione asked, still a bit uncertain about her lunch's motivations.

“Definitely,” Luna agreed, nodding.

Hermione shook her head. “If that's what you want, then that's how we'll do it, Luna. I still don't understand why you'd want this though.” Hermione admitted, confused, but happy at Luna's declaration.

“Maybe you just need a larger sample size?” Luna mused. “You did mention you were doing this for education, if you didn't learn anything, you should try again until you do,” Luna encouraged. “I'm sure Ginny wouldn't mind helping you study...” Luna trailed off.

Hermione's eyes widened, stunned at Luna's forthrightness. Though, she probably should have expected it. Cook Ginny? It was... Not a thought for right now. Not here with Luna anyway. She could return to it later, although she probably wouldn't. After all, once she finished with Luna, Ginny would be her only remaining female friend. It would take a lot to tempt Hermione into eating her. Besides, Luna was wrong about her not learning anything, Hermione had learned quite a lot in her adventures so far. She'd learned just how sexy it was to snuff other girls, for one thing.

“Let me... finish my lunch before I start thinking about the next meal, Luna.” Hermione eventually replied.

“Of course, Hermione!” Luna replied. “I don't want to distract you,” she apologized.

With her attention refocused, Hermione began pulling the gigantic spit from her friend's body once more. The pole slid out easily, heavily greased by the juices created from cooking the blonde witch. Hand over hand Hermione tugged until finally, with a loud 'Pop,' the spit slid free from Luna's gaping sex.

A cloud of hot steam billowed after it, issuing forth from Luna's cunt as if her gaping slit was the mouth of a tea kettle set on to boil. An irresistible scent filled the air as Hermione tugged the pole free of the ropes holding Luna's legs together, leaving the roasted girl completely naked on the platter before her.

“Does that mean I'm ready to eat?” Luna asked, staring at the flavorful cloud escaping from her sex.

“Definitely,” Hermione agreed, setting down the spit and then almost immediately forgetting about it.

There were utensils on the table in front of Luna; sharp and shiny knives and forks, even a plate and a glass of pumpkin juice as well. Absentmindedly, Hermione thanked the house elves for their help, and settled in between Luna's legs to enjoy her meal.

“You won't forget to save Ginny a leg, will you?” Luna asked slightly nervously. “I did promise her one and I'd hate for her to be disappointed.”

Hermione remembered that conversation. She didn't see the harm in it at the time, since she wasn't intending to actually eat Luna back then, but now? Now that she'd actually tasted the blonde and asserted her intentions to destroy her rather than share her with anyone else? The idea of giving up one of Luna's legs even to her friend left her a bit upset.

Still, Ginny was her friend, and it was good to share with your friends, right? With a firm grimace, Hermione lifted her wand and cast a severing charm at the base of Luna's leg, right next to where it touched her greatest treasure.

“Diffindo,” Hermione spoke, and Luna's leg fell right off the rest of her already cooked body. The cut was clean, no bleeding, no jagged edges, just cooked meat on either side of the stroke. “Diffindo,” a second wave of her wand cut the ropes holding Luna's ankles together apart.

“Oh, oh wow. That feels strange,” Luna explained as she stared at her severed leg, lying several centimeters away from the rest of her body. “It almost feels like it's still there.”

“Really? I wonder if that's because of phantom limb syndrome, or a function of the spell?” Hermione mused, the distraction lessening her disquiet at putting aside some of her lunch for her red-headed friend to try later.

“Whatever it is, it feels sort of strange. I wonder if it's just this leg?” Luna replied, still staring at the hunk of meat that used to be attached to the rest of her body.

“We can test that,” Hermione decided, glancing at her wand. “Diffindo! Diffindo! Diffindo!”

Just like that, Luna was limbless, both her arms and her remaining leg sliced from her body, leaving her a helpless little torso.

“So?” Hermione asked curiously, with a leering undertone to her words. “Was it just that leg? Or can you feel all four of them?”

“I'm not sure...” Luna replied, smiling innocently. “Maybe if you bit into one of them I could feel it?”

Hermione shook her head. “Maybe in a bit, but I already know what my first bite of you is going to be. I have a before and after taste test to complete, and I don't want any other pieces of you changing the flavor,” Hermione explained as she got up and walked around the limbless girl to the side of the table.

Leaning in, Hermione reached down to pinch Luna's sole remaining nipple within her fingers. It was stiff, and greasy, sort of like the skin of a roasted chicken. Hermione pulled on the morsel, causing Luna to gasp in pained arousal.

"Ah!" Luna whimpered as Hermione tugged at the tender tidbit of her flesh. She tried to squirm, but without her limbs she only managed to wriggle in place eroticly. "Please..." she begged.

Hermione smiled, craned her neck forward, and bit down into Luna's succulent nipple.

"Ah! Aaaaahhh!" Luna moaned as the brunette's teeth sank easily into her flesh severing the treat in one easy bite.

"Mmmm..." Hermione moaned, savoring the complex flavors of Luna's flesh once more. Cooking her had really brought out her savory flavor, strengthening it and adding just a hint of salt and pepper from the blonde's sweat and the spiced oil respectively. Cooking had rendered the blonde so much more tender than she'd been the first time Hermione had tasted her. Her nipple practically melted in Hermione's mouth, easily breaking apart after barely any chewing. Hermione swallowed the remains with a satisfied gulp.

"Oooohh..." Luna groaned, the pain of being eaten was still heightened by the hex, but with most of her nerves now cooked into uselessness, the total effect had been brought down to something only slightly higher than Luna had had as an unhexed, uncooked girl.

"You taste even better now that you're cooked, Luna," Hermione complimented.

"Meat usually does, Hermione," Luna pointed out. "I'm glad you like me," Luna added, and Hermione got the feeling that the girl was referring to more than just her taste.

"You're very special to me, Luna," Hermione replied. "I'll always remember the beautiful little blonde who seduced me into snuffing her through a catalogue."

"That's right," Luna smiled. "I'm the first girl you've ever snuffed. They say you never forget your first..."

Hermione paused. First? That implied she'd be doing this again. Hermione hadn't given that possibility any real thought, but... maybe? "Oh Luna," Hermione smiled, "even if I'd snuffed twenty girls before you, you'd still be special."

"Thank you," Luna smiled. "That's the most romantic thing anyone's ever said to me." Luna paused. "You should eat my filet before it gets cold."

If Hermione was shocked by the blunt offer, she didn't show it. The two girls, one still curious, the other now lunch, were beyond such things right now. With an eager grin of anticipation, Hermione made her way back to her seat between what used to be Luna's thighs, but which with the blonde thoroughly delimbed was now directly in front of her adorably gaping filet.

Hermione leaned down to peer through Luna's opened sex. It was a long dark delicious-smelling tunnel, a tunnel that ran completely through the girl in front of her, Hermione marveled to herself as she picked up a fork and knife and positioned her plate directly in front of Luna's pussy.

"You smell delicious," Hermione complimented, stabbing her fork into the edge of Luna's filet and getting an enthusiastic response from her meat in reply.

"Thank you!" Luna cried out. The wound Hermione had just created was weeping clear juices instead of the blood that would flow from an uncooked girl, and Luna was relishing it.

Hermione brought the knife to bear, slowly slicing out the left side of Luna's cute little cunt-steak.

"Oh! OH!" Luna panted as the knife bit into her, sawing away at her flesh. Luna didn't mind the pain at all. How could she, when that pain was proof of everything she'd known? She was meat, and she was meant to be enjoyed as meat. The pain of Hermione carving out her cunt was nothing compared to the erotic knowledge that Hermione was enjoying her lunch of her spit-roasted body.

Luna's meat practically fell onto the plate, leaving a gaping hole where only half of the blonde's completely wrecked pussystill remained. The slice Hermione had taken was large and thick, starting just below Luna's clit and extending until the two sides of the meat-girl's cunt met beneath it.

With a deft cut of her knife, Hermione carved off a bite-sized morsel from the severed half of girl-steak and brought it to her lips.

"MmMMmm!" Hermione moaned in excitement. Luna's pussy tasted every bit as exquisite as Hermione could have possibly imagined. It was tender and succulent, well seasoned by Luna's plentiful practice in tempting the Oishiovores, and the several orgasms she'd recieved afterwards. Though Hermione was still a virgin (playing with your food couldn't possibly count, after all, right?), even she could tell that Luna tasted almost exactly like sex.

"Do you like me Hermone?" Luna asked, with similar undertones as before.

"Mmmm... I love you Luna," Hermione replied, commenting solely on the girl's incredible taste.

The next minute or two passed in a ravenous blur as Hermione carved slice after slice from Luna's once-adorable filet to the sounds of Luna's eager and enthusiastic participation. Her initial intentions to go slowly and savor this unique experience shattered by the sheer scrumptiousness of Luna's body.

Soon, Hermione's plate was bare, and the only piece of Luna's sex remaining was her cute little clit, nestled in its hood, standing alone above the devoured ruins of her absolutely amazing tasting cunt.

"Thank you, Hermione..." Luna panted, nearly overwhelmed by the experience of being eaten.

"I'm not done with you yet," Hermione wickedly reassured her limbless lunch.

Bending forward, Hermione tenderly licked Luna's solitary nub.

"Ah!" Luna cried out at the feel of Hermione's tongue on her clit; the sensations somehow magnified, as if all the pleasure from her now missing pussy was concentrated in her love button. "Oh! Hermione!"

Hermione's mouth closed around Luna's nub, her mouth sucking on the meaty juices still dripping from where Hermione had cut the other girl open. She tasted delicious.

Without a second thought, Hermione bit down, taking the last vestige of Luna's womanhood from her.

The limbless blonde writhed and spasmed helplessly on the table. The pain unbearable, but the pleasure flowing from the wound just as intense.

"AH! HERMIONE!!!" Luna shouted barely able to endure the sensations as her final orgasm wracked her body.

Hermoine pulled back, her lips dripping with Luna's juices as she watced the blonde struggling to cum with her ruined cunt, her mouth opened wide her tongue lolling. A thought caught in Hermione's head and in the span of a split-second, the bookworm let go of the spell sustaining the blonde, killing her.

Luna's body bucked, her face froze in an exquisite mix of agony and ecstacy as the light faded from her eyes.

Hermione watched, savoring every moment as the bonde died in the throes of her final orgasm until finally Luna was gone.

"You were fantastic," Hermione spoke, breaking the silence of the kitchen. "I think, maybe you're worth sharing after all. With my friends at least... I want them to taste how wonderful you really were."

Smiling happily, if not also a bit sadly because it was over, Hermione walked over around the table until she reached Luna's head. "Thank you," she offered, kissing Luna's still warm lips before stepping back and taking out her wand.

"Diffindo," with a lazy slash Hermione sliced off Luna's head, leaving her as a barren collection of torso and assorted limbs.

"Reducio," she continued, waving her wand above her prize. Luna's head began to shrink to the size of a small apple, or a plum, her face locked in her last orgasmic moments as Hermione cast a plethora of preservation charms.

"I'm going to keep you in my trunk," Hermione explained to her former friend, "as a memento of your final moments."

Hermione turned to the barely eaten spread of meat in front of her, she didn't regret ending Luna when she did, the moment was absolutely perfect, after all. But she didn't want to continue her meal alone.

Turning to the house elves lurking out of sight in the corners of the room, Hermione began to speak. "Can you use the rest of her for tonight's dinner? Just for the Gryffindor table? I want to share her with my friends."

"Of courses Miss Herm-aye-own-ninny, we'll makes sure we does it!" A house elf replied.

Hermione smiled broadly. "Thank you!" she replied before heading out the door and back to her dorm room. After all, she had a free period and an awful lot of energy and excitement from lunch that she wanted to work off before dinner.


--

Harry and Hermione walked back to the common room from dinner alone that night. Ron had stayed behind to savor more of the unusually delicious meal, but the two remaining friends had both already eaten their fill of the fantastic spread.

Hermione had flushed nearly crimson the whole meal through. Ginny had taken what looked suspiciously like a large section of Luna's leg, and the other dishes like rump roast and spare ribs were probably only disguised by the fact that no one suspected they'd have ever been served in the first place. Ron had piled his plate high with sausages and Hermione had managed to snag a small jar of what appeared to be caviar to spread on her bread before overcoming her embarassment enough to take some thick slices of meat dripping with gravy to eat between bouts of furious blushing.

The knowing and lascivious looks that Ginny kept shooting her throughout the meal as she ate were almost Hermione's undoing.

“Was it just me, or was dinner really good tonight?” Harry asked his friend. “Not the vegetables, or the pumpkin juice... but there was something about the meat,” Harry continued. “I don't think I've ever tasted anything like it before.”

Hermione blushed. She knew exactly what they'd eaten after all, she'd have recognized that taste anywhere, even if she hadn't told the house elves to use it for the night's meal.

"You liked it?” Hermione asked, a bit surprised and somewhat hopeful. She'd been riding a bit high on the experience of snuffing Luna when she'd offered the blonde's leftovers up for dinner, and after a vigorous bout of alone time in her dorm she'd had sudden second thoughts about her decision to share.

“Definitely.” Harry agreed. “I know I might sound a bit like Ron saying it, but that was fantastic! I wonder what sort of magical creature that was, because it definitely wasn't pork or beef, though it sort of tasted a bit like both. I hope they serve it again soon.”

Hermione felt her sex heat up within the purple galaxy patterned panties that Luna had been wearing earlier that day. She remembered Luna suggesting that she'd only be the first girl Hermione snuffed and Harry's comment about getting another meal like the leftover Luna he'd eaten was making her almost irrationally aroused.

Harry's enthusiasm reminded her about just what she went through to cook Luna in the first place, as well as the fact that she still had a copy of the catalogue locked in her trunk next to Luna's shrunken head.

“I know what it was,” Hermione admitted.

“Really?” Harry asked. “What was it? And do you think they'll serve it again?”

Should she tell him? She didn't have to. She could let Harry go through life never knowing what he'd actually eaten. But if she did there was no way she'd be able to afford another girl from the catalogue alone. Luna's suggestion circled in her brain. Maybe... maybe it was worth the risk?

“They probably won't,” Hermione admitted, chickening out. “It's... it's rare.”

“Really?” Harry asked disappointedly, “that's a shame.”

As they reached the fat lady, Hermione remembered what Luna told her, about how the copy of the catalogue she had was originally Ginny's and who she'd left it out for in the first place. She owed Ginny, didn't she? And if Luna was right, there was one way to pay her back that would leave both of them happy.

“You know, if you really want some more I can buy some more for us to share this weekend,” Hermione offered, unexpectedly. “I just need 5 galleons.”

The End

 No.7882

Great story, very fun ending

 No.7884

excellent story! cant wait for the sequel!

 No.7925

>>7882
Thanks!

>>7884
The sequel is being written. It stars Ginny, with Harry and Hermione doing the cooking.

 No.7932

Good job.

 No.7940

>>7925
No plans for a greedy Harry to get two witches with one dinner?

 No.7941

>>7932
Thanks.

>>7940
Hermione is the Heroine of this series. Harry's just the sidekick. Besides, even if Hermione were for sale (and he's not) she definitely wouldn't split top billing with Ginny. She'd deserve her own story.

 No.7952

>>7925

Hell to the yes. Hermione eating her way through the girls of Hogwarts!

 No.8793

Omg yes. Every bump possible.

 No.8798

>>7950
The sequel's being written here.

 No.11623

Let's not let this one fall away till he finishes part 2

 No.11634

>>11623
You're a bit late for that! I finished part 2, but part 3 is also in that thread. It starts here: >>11033

 No.13948

Holy crap!! Great writing!

 No.13964

>>13948
Thanks! Glad you liked it.

 No.14478

Bump

 No.14803

Bump to save from faggot spammer



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