Commissioner Reward - Going to a Muggle Show (Patreon)

Anyone interested in some furtive lesbianism with popular characters from a British book series should check this one out. I can't be much more specific than that without spoiling the content too much and since it's on the shorter side I'd prefer not doing that any more than I already have with the tags lol

Several years after Voldemort's defeat life outside of Hogwarts had started grow predictable and a touch stale. The constant, though by no means purposeful, excitement of school had been traded in for the mundanity of adulthood. Complete with proper jobs, more scheduled routines than ever, and a distinct lack of any real events. It was because of that malaise that Hermione found herself going to visit Luna Lovegood out of the blue one rainy Autumn day. Ron, Harry, and Ginny were all preoccupied and she was starved for company. Since her peculiar friend's home wasn't to far from the one she shared with her boyfriend it was easy enough to justify the trip. Even if she had little to no idea what they would do or if Luna was even home. As luck would have it the future Mrs. Longbottom opened the door barely ten seconds after Hermione had knocked on it. She looked noticeably bedraggled and sleepy but upon seeing her brown haired companion on the doorstep her eyes lit up in excitement. Quickly ushering her inside Luna shut the door and retrieved her wand from the pocket of her sleeping gown. With a flick she set a pot of water to boil and a tray of crumpets and scones into the sitting room where they moved to. Taking one with a word of thanks Hermione grinned at her friend as she took a bite of the rather delicious treat.

“I didn't wake you did I?” She asked.

“Not at all.” Luna replied as she suppressed a yawn, “I was actually trying to fall back asleep.”

“Oh, well I don't want to intrude if you were—”

“No it's fine, I wasn't falling asleep anyways!”

“Right. Well the reason I stopped over was because I wanted to see if you'd be up for attending a Muggle show with me.”

“A Muggle show?” She repeated, her curiosity piqued.

“Yes a play. It's supposed to be quite good.”

“I never been to a Muggle show before.”

Chuckling at the tone of realization in her friend's voice Hermione took another bite of her scone and said, “Does that mean you're interested?”

“Very! What's it about?”

“To be honest I'm not really sure. I tried to avoid hearing too much about it so all I can say is it's supposed to be a romance.”

“That sounds lovely! When does it start?”

“In about two hours. If we take the train into London we'll have plenty of time to spare.”

“Perfect. I'll go put something on then. Feel free to make yourself a cup of tea.”

“I will, thanks!” 

Half an hour later they were on a train eagerly catching up. Despite seeing each other on a regular basis they were both so busy at most they could only exchange pleasantries and whatever comments could be shared in passing. With the opportunity to talk a little more freely, while still keeping wary of saying anything too overtly magical around the Muggles, Luna and Hermione chatted away the entire way. It might have been a relatively long journey but the whole thing passed in the blink of an eye. Much like the quick meal they got before the show started. In what felt like a few minutes they were seated in a nice booth at a rather lavish restaurant wondering if they'd gone to the wrong location. Hermione double checked their tickets while Luna asked one of the provocatively dressed servers. Once they were sure there'd been no mistake they decided to remain long enough to see what the show was about before they considered leaving. They'd come all that way to see it and a little thing like an unexpected location and seating arrangement shouldn't deter them. Luckily they'd both dressed appropriately nice for the setting so they didn't stand out too much despite their confusion. Hermione had gone with a modestly elegant black, long sleeved dress that stopped just above her knees while hugging her body tight and Luna had picked out a satin blue gown that left her shoulders bare and reached nearly to around mid thigh. No makeup covered their beautiful faces purely because they couldn't be bothered and their choice in shoes was comparatively sensible considering the rest of their look. They'd left their hair more or less untouched, Hermione's brown locks bushy and long while Luna's blonde tresses were pulled back into a ponytail. Many of the men and women around them were dressed in similar styles with only the all female staff wearing low cut, thigh revealing outfits that left very little to the imagination. It soon became clear why they were dressed in such a fashion as well as why the entire place was lit by the glow of soft red lights with only the center stage around which all the tables and booths orbited being lit properly.

Even that illumination faded quite swiftly as the curtains on the dais slid apart and an ensemble of actors walked into view. Hermione and Luna instantly blushed as they saw the entirely naked cast, many of which were astonishingly beautiful, began to act out their lines. All the men were very well endowed and looked to be partially erect despite how many eyes were upon them while all the women had a buxom, vivacious quality and were entirely shaved between their legs. Which meant that within seconds of the show starting there was enough nudity and naturally provocative imagery to rival the last several years of their mundane lives. They quickly looked at one another in disbelief, the sheer absurdity of what they were seeing practically defying reason. When they looked back at the stage one of the actors had launched into a soliloquy while the rest were sensually rubbing and holding one another. It was made abundantly clear within the first couple of minutes that whatever Hermione had thought this show was she was incredibly mistaken. While it didn't seem to be outright pornographic there was no ignoring the sexually charged air that permeated just about every scene and nearly every action. Once they managed to actually focus on what was being said instead of just the visual tableau on hand that became more clear than ever. Luna was beside herself with delight as she listened with a wide grin. Her body language, expression, and overall appraisal of what was going on couldn't have been more at odds with that of her friends. To such a frankly comical degree anyone glancing at them would've guessed she was the reason they were there and Hermione was the tag along. Not that a single audience member was looking at them while gorgeous people continued to act with their growing arousal as plan as their nudity.

“Do you wanna leave?” Hermione asked in a hopeful whisper.

“No!” Luna replied, barely managed to tear her eyes off the spectacle unfolding on stage, “Do you you?”

Looking a bit uncomfortable as she nodded Hermione actually started to wriggle out of the booth. Luna quickly stopped her with a hand on her thigh, “Let's stay.”

“But this is a little too . . . risque isn't it?'

“Oh I don't think so.” Sliding her hand a bit higher up her friend's leg Luna grinned at her, “We've done some pretty risque things don't you think?”

“Luna I'm married now we can't—”

“Shhhhhhh!”

“Sorry!” They said in unison.

Luna capitalized on her friend's distraction and slid closer to Hermione. Her fingers pulled the edge of her dress up until they could slip between her tightly clenched thighs. For all the supposed resistance her friend was offering it was suspiciously easy to press her digits against the already damp and appealingly lacy panties covering her pussy. The moment she started rubbing the swollen little bud at the crest of her slit all of Hermione's misgivings were pushed aside. Her legs started to tremble and her heart raced while a flood of memories came surging back to the forefront of her mind. She found herself staring not at the childhood friend with whom she was cheating on her husband but rather the pair of sultry ladies tenderly enjoying one another on stage. They had a believably naive air to their movements that made her long for the days when she'd had the same experienced with her girlfriends late, late at night. Just like now those encounters had come about so suddenly it was almost disorienting and just like now she found herself delighted by the prospect. Though some of that was tempered with a healthy dose of wariness considering how many people could discover them. Her other companions might have enjoyed being discovered by the odd teacher but she preferred to keep such things as private as possible. She couldn't even imagine what had caused her friend to suddenly delve back into those old habits. But she was undeniably happy about it whatever the motivation. Luna honestly couldn't say why she was suddenly so nostalgic and horny for the days when she, Hermione, and Ginny used to experiment with each other's bodies. Something about the two women on stage tenderly kissing and caressing one another had sparked an urge in her that simply wouldn't go away. And she knew for all the arguments her friend might have leveled Hermione longed for those days as much as she did. Why else would her legs be slowly opening and her lips gradually parting in a silent moan? In no time at all her thighs were as spread apart as they could possibly be while Luna's middle and ring fingers moved in a constant but unpredictable fashion across her clit.

Undoubtedly the result of how little sex she'd been having since Ron got his promotion the pleasure flooding Hermione's body was as powerful as it was Unexpected. Barely five minutes had gone by and she was already approaching the kind of ecstasy that usually took almost an hour to build up. All without any of the stimulation that usually accompanied those intense nights. Ginny was passionately licking her asshole while Luna fingered her pussy and kissed her like no man ever could. She was simply and calmly rubbing her clit through panties while their orange haired friend was no doubt enjoying her man in a way neither Luna nor Hermione had yet to manage. Yet that most basic stimulation to her bud was leaving her so overcome and shaking she was finding it hard to keep her voice down. The show going on was just loud enough to mask many of the whimpers and poorly stifled moans spilling out of her but it could do nothing about the much louder gasps that arrived any time Luna increased the speed of her fingers or leaned in to softly kiss her lover's neck. Whenever such things happened in unison it was all she could do to keep from crying out loud enough for the whole place to hear them. They probably already heard her juices seeping out of her pussy at regular intervals, little strands squirting out of her as small but powerful orgasm wracked her body one after another. But like the notes leading to a grand crescendo they were only the stepping stones and even in her mentally frayed state Hermione knew it would be long before she was sinking back into that familiarly wonderful pit once more.

Almost able to sense how close her friend was getting Luna made sure to push her right up to the edge and hold her there just long enough for the stimulation to be maddening. As Hermione tottered frustratingly close to the kind of orgasm she desperately wanted the simple fact that it wasn't arriving drove her more crazy than any amount of sexless nights ever could. She finally turned to look at Luna with an expression caught somewhere between frustration and begging. Her hands were curled into fists against the smooth leather underneath them and her hips had started to buck ever so slightly in an effort to hasten her pleasure. She locked eyes with her coy lover and with an ease that never failed to amaze Hermione Luna deftly made her cum. Ecstasy flooded every fiber of her being and she sucked in air so sharply multiple peopled shushed them yet again. But it didn't matter if the entire building attempted to quiet her down nothing was stopping the tidal wave hitting her senses and sending torrents of warm fluids spraying out of her. At some point she threw her head back and silently screamed at the ceiling while inadvertently slamming a fist against the cushions but she had almost no awareness of it amidst the maelstrom overtaking her. The meek, impotent little gyrations she'd been doing a few moments ago had turned into full, unrepentant grinding in the blink of an eye. Moving as hard and fast as she was able Hermione pushed herself against the soft but unyielding touch of the woman that'd given her more pleasure than anyone else on the planet. Her pleasured grunts and very unladylike moans soon drew the attention of those seated closest to them. Initially the stares were annoyed or downright angry but as it became increasingly clear just what it was making her act that way many of the onlookers started to enjoy the display. Luna winked at a couple of the more attractive women looking on, her eyes sparkling in delight as her arm unmistakably continued to tease her friend's dripping wet cunt. She made sure to keep her fingers moving well after the auburn haired beauty next to her had finished cumming. After all, there was no reason to stop just because a few people knew what they were up to.

Hermione watched the rest of the show in a daze, her glassy eyed stare barely managing to focus on the naked people before her. Mostly because despite how hard she'd climaxed and how exhausted she was Luna continued to rub her sopping pussy until the actors took their final bow. Her fingers never ceased their movements for so much as a second even when she was taking a calm sip of the drink she'd apparently ordered. More often than not she was focused entirely on her companion's swollen, hypersensitive clit but occasionally her attention would drift a bit lower. Two or three digits would would press against Hermione's quivering folds. The outer two would spread apart her already dripping lips while the one at the center would push against the part of her that so badly wanted a good hard cock inside her. Be it real or the fake ones they used to enjoy in the dormitories. Hell after a few minutes of constant rubbing of her sensitive little hole she'd have settled for a modestly sized candle or even a wand. Just anything that could fill her up and satisfy the urges she was feeling. Luna helpfully fed those desires more and more with her finger as it pushed deeper through her panties and inside her companion's aching slit. Although she couldn't get much more than the tip inside even that was enough to bring down a fresh wave of ecstasy. Hermione gripped the edges of the table with both hands and breathed hard through her nose as she tried not to make another scene. It was a losing battle and Luna only ensured it as she relentlessly stimulated the wet, delicious pussy she knew as well as her own. Not many people outside of their group knew it but she'd always had a certain talent for all things pussy and never was that more poignant than when Hermione was trying not to scream in pleasure while juices gushed out of her pussy. Without the minor obstacle of her panties there was no doubt her fluids would've probably squirted onto the people in front of them. Because even with that in the way she was soaking the underside of their table in jet after creamy jet of pungent arousal.

Midway through her second orgasm within half an hour Hermione completely lost all control of herself. Luckily for both of them that manifested in the simplest yet most delightful, by Luna's reckoning, way possible: she utterly collapsed against the booth in a heap of twitching limbs. Looking near identical to a woman having a seizure she closed her eyes and let it all wash over her. Every muscles spasmed independently of one another and she absolutely soaked the floor beneath her in an ever expanding puddle. Unable to so much as find the energy to look at her friend Hermione was left purely to the whims of her spasmodic quivers. Had she been able to open her eyes she would've seen nothing but blackness and any attempts to speak resulted only in a breathless sigh so weak and ineffectual Luna barely heard them. But her lover knew those reactions well and could recall the many, many times she'd seen them before in the absence of being able to truly enjoy them. Such things paired nicely with innate thrill of getting her off in such a spectacular manner with so many people sitting nearby. She couldn't help but think about all those times in class with both Ginny and Hermione on either side trying their best to pay attention while she was knuckle deep inside them. Or controlling the magically powered sex toys doing all the work for her. And just like all those instances Luna knew when to continue on bold as brass and when to show mercy. Since she'd already indulged the former to a spectacular degree it was time to let her companion come down from the clouds. Especially with the show they were 'watching' beginning to wind down as well. Her fingers gradually withdrew from Hermione's pussy one by one, each making sure to give her one final jolt of pleasure before fully departing. When the last one vanished and her ecstasy was allowed to fade of it's own accord her mind and body started the laborious task of regaining what little composure it could muster. Her pussy juice soaked dress, disheveled hair, and crimson face were a lost cause though.

“How did you like the show? Luna asked, idly licking the pussy juice from her fingers as she turned to smile at Hermione.

Still panting and out of breath she manage to sit up a little straighter and clear her throat a few times before finally answering. “It was nice . . .”

“It was. I quite enjoyed the ending.”

“So did I.”

Luna allowed herself a small grin as she slit a little closer to Hermione, “We should do this more often.”

“Yeah . . . I think they have a show every week.”

“Perfect, then we'll come once a week.” She stated. The added emphasis on the fourth word in her sentence made her companion shiver and sink down a few centimeters, “I feel like some firewhiskey. Why don't we have some before we go home?”

“That sounds lovely.”

Sliding out of the booth and offering her hand to Hermione Luna helped her friend to her feet and grinned at the wobbly, knock kneed way she walked, “We should invite Ginny next time.”

“I'd like that.” Hermione said with a smile.

“Then it's a date!”