Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Ceding Control (formerly Goddess of the Moon)	By : Wimp36 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 274039 -:- Recommendations : 15 -:- Currently Reading : 24
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, any of its characters, premises, or related information from either the books or movies. I make no profit from this story.

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
Chapter 10 — Rewards and Punishments

As Hermione set off for Gryffindor Tower, well contented — with a pussy full of Neville’s cum and an ass full of Luna’s — Neville himself was on a different errand. He had to try three different places, all of which were occupied by students either drinking, gambling, or fucking, before he found who he was looking for.

“Ron!” He called upon entering the room to find Ron, Dean, Seamus, Ernie, and several other boys playing Exploding Snap and enjoying a bottle of Firewhiskey. Ron looked up. “Can I have a word?” He produced an incentive in the form of another bottle of whiskey.

“Sure!” Said Ron, getting up and dusting himself off. “See you guys tomorrow!” He followed Neville out and up to an empty study room.

“What’s up, Neville?” He asked as he accepted the whiskey and taking a deep swig.

“Well,” began Neville as he sipped his own whiskey. “It’s about this morning. While I agree with how you handled yourself after one of the sluts helped you out, I think that you and I both know you weren’t prepared to do anything on your own.”

He stood in front of Ron, looming over the skinny boy.

“And I think we both know why.” With a swish of his wand both he and Ron were naked. “You see this?” He asked, lifting his meaty cock. “No charms. No potions. Just a man. What does that make you?”

Ron flushed a deep crimson.

“What the fuck, Neville!” He tried to shout, but his voice came out in a cracked squawk.

“It makes you less than a man,” continued Neville. “I’ve seen bigger clits on girls. You may talk a big game, but if it wasn’t for Cormac’s whore this morning, the other slut would’ve had the better of you. And I think she had the right of it”

He flicked his wand again and Ron found his hands and feet bound to his chair. Next he clapped his hands and a wardrobe on the far side of the room swung open, revealing the Patil twins, dressed in flowing white silk and lace robes with matching gold collars around their necks. Beneath their robes, they glittered with gold and ruby body jewelry.

“Little boys like you can’t get women like this without paying, but that doesn’t mean you can’t participate.”

He grabbed Parvati and pulled her into a kiss as Padma dropped to her knees to take Neville’s cock in her mouth, worshipfully. Once he was done kissing her, Parvati knelt beside her sister, and the two shared Neville’s cock, their lips meeting around his girth.

“These two have been mine ever since the Yule Ball,” bragged Neville. “After Harry ditched Parvati, and Ginny ran off to get drunk with Luna, Parvati went off with some Durmstrang boys, but they were a little handsy. I got rid of them and offered to take her back to the common room. When we got back, she gave me a hug to say thanks and felt my friend here.” He grabbed his cock for emphasis as the sisters began to kiss his massive, swollen balls.

“Anyways, once she knew what I was packing, she had to have a taste. A couple of days later, she brought Padma to join in. The two of them have been my slaves ever since. And they like an audience.” He cupped Padma under her chin. “Get behind me and lick my ass while your sister gets me ready.”

The girls did as they were told and Ron felt himself becoming aroused, though, curiously, not hard. As he watched, spellbound, Parvati positioned herself on her knees in front of Neville, flipping the bottom of her robe up to allow him access to her nether regions. Ron’s mouth began to water uncontrollably as Neville’s cock entered into Parvati’s waiting cunt.

Padma rose and walked over to Ron, swaying her hips sensually. She stood behind him, her breasts resting on his bare shoulder and her hands caressing Ron’s chest.

“See how much pleasure she gets from that big manly cock. It just fills her up all the way. Stretches her to the breaking point. It touches every single bit of her,” she nibbled on his ear, “and brings pleasure to everything it touches!” Her hand wandered down towards his cock.

“This could never do that. There’s no way you could have ever given me that kind of pleasure. You’re not even hard! You know that your cock has no role to play in this room! Admit it!”

“Yes,” whispered Ron.

“What was that?” Demanded Padma. “Speak up!”

“It’s worthless!”

“What is?”

“My dick. My little wimpy dick. That’s why it’s not hard.”

“Good boy,” said Padma. She sauntered over to Neville and her sister just as Parvati came. “Oh, good! My turn!” She gave her sister a deep kiss as she rose and the two girls traded places. Padma lay on her back on the floor, pulled aside her silky robe, and cried out in pleasure as Neville’s cock entered her pussy.

“Don’t you wish that was you, Ron?” Asked Parvati. “Don’t you wish you had a cunt so a big, real man could make you feel like that?” She unbound him and drew his hand to her sopping pussy. “See how wet he made me? Don’t you wish you could feel that?”

“I do. I want that to be me!” Cried Ron.

“Then lie on the floor next to Pads.”

As he obeyed, Parvati grinned wickedly and drew her wand. She tapped Ron’s meager excuse for a cock and muttered something. Immediately, pleasure filled Ron’s mind. He could feel the sensation of something sliding into him — into his pussy — and filling him to the brim. When he looked down, nothing was changed, but the sensations continued.

“What’s happening?” He demanded as his insides squirmed in euphoria.

“It’s a little spell that Padma invented. It lets you share sexual pleasure! She came up with it so that we could both feel Neville’s cock, even though he can only fuck one of us at a time. Isn’t it great?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! I love it! I think I’m going to cum!”

Padma was cumming, too. Ron could feel the sensation of a pussy — his pussy — clamping down onto a hard thrusting cock. His cock erupted, spurting the largest load of cum he’d ever ejaculated all over his chest and face. At the same time, Neville pulled out and sprayed his own monstrous load onto Padma’s stomach, chest, and face. Parvati immediately knelt to clean off her sister, lapping eagerly at the cum that coated her.

“You should clean yourself up, Ron,” ordered Neville as he rose, towering over Ron’s prone form. Obediently, Ron scooped his cum into his mouth savoring its taste.

“Do you understand your place now?”

“Yes! I do, Neville!” He eagerly licked his fingers clean. “I want to be your slave! I want to be a girl!”

“We can work towards that. For now,” he said as he fisted his cock back to hardness, “let’s see how you are with that mouth.”

Beside them, the Patil twins were coiled around each other, mouths and hands freely exploring their bodies. Ron rose to his knees and gazed up at his master.

***

“Hi Harry!” Chirped Hermione, throwing herself onto the couch in the empty common room next to him and pulling him into a kiss. “How was your detention? Not too bad, I hope.”

“Well…” he began. “Did you know that Blaise is fucking Sinistra, too?”

As he told Hermione about his detention, her hand reached into her skirt and rubbed her clit.

“God that’s hot! I should dress you up as a maid for me sometime!”

Harry blushed, but wasn’t opposed to the idea, at least not for Hermione.

“What did Slughorn have you do in detention,” he asked. Hermione gave a coy grin and told him, rubbing his cage through his pants once she got to telling him about Slughorn’s cock. Harry was groaning in pleasure by the time she was done.

“He didn’t fuck you then?”

“No. Not tonight at least. But I ran into Neville and Luna after.”

She double checked that the room was empty, pulled up her skirt and removed her panties. She spread her lips to show Harry the cum that was already oozing out. Knowing what was expected of him, Harry got to work, lapping eagerly at her cunt, and savoring the mingling of her flavor with that of Neville’s cum. Once her pussy was clean she turned over so he could provide the same service to her ass.

“Good boy!” She said, kissing him passionately. “Now, I believed that I mentioned a reward, earlier?”

“You did,” said Harry, eagerly.

Hermione waved her wand, summoning Harry’s invisibility cloak and the Marauder’s Map.

“Don’t want to get caught this time,” she explained, pulling the cloak on over both of them.

As Harry expected, Hermione lead him straight to the Room of Requirement. What the found inside was not what he had expected. The room had transformed itself into a muggle strip club complete with a stage, bar, couches, and poles.

“What is this Hermione?”

“I want you to know how much I care about you Harry,” she said, grabbing the two glasses of whiskey that sat waiting on the bar and handing one to him. “I need bigger cocks than yours to fuck me, and I think that you belong below real men, but I still love you. And every now and then, when you’re a good boy, I don’t think it would hurt things for me to treat you like a real man.

“Who knows, if you’re really good at some point I might give you some of Slughorn’s virility potion and an engorgement charm and let you fuck me. But tonight, you get a show! I took a pole dancing class this past summer…it’s actually a great exercise. I’ve never done an erotic dance though, so this should be fun for both of us!”

She shot the rest of her drink and pushed Harry back into a chair near the central stage. With a wave of her wand, Harry’s cage vanished, freeing his cock.

“You still need permission to cum, but you get to cum like a man tonight!”

She pointed her wand at her own clothing, already scandalous, and transfigured her outfit into a red and gold corset, gold pasties, bright red mesh stockings, a crimson thong, and thigh high gold stiletto boots. She transformed her hair and makeup as well: dark red lipstick, heavy eyeshadow, and body glitter adorned her face. Her hair shortened itself into a fashionable blonde bob.

A last flick of her wand, and the music began to blare. The lights dimmed, and Hermione mounted the stage confidently. Harry watched, enthralled, as Hermione coiled a leg around the pole and spun herself aloft. As the music swelled, she held herself upside down by her legs and then sensually slid downwards, rolling when she reached the stage to come up on her knees just in front of Harry. She spread her legs and thrust her panty covered pussy towards his face and pulled the cloth aside, teasing.

Rising again, and strutting back towards the pole, she spun, discarding her pasties as she did, exposing her nipples to Harry’s rapturous gaze. She spun herself aloft again, this time supporting herself with her arms and spreading her legs open in an inverted split.

Harry began to gently massage his already achingly hard cock through is pants as Hermione turned away, bent over, spread her cheeks to reveal the shining plug that rested beneath the gusset of her thong, and then slowly strutted down the stairs that lead from the stage. She stood before Harry and leaned in to kiss him, allowing her hand to graze his cock.

“Not yet,” she purred.

She turned around and began to slide her panty-covered ass over his lap, driving him closer and closer to the edge. When she sensed he was close, she drew away and turned to dance in front of him, one hand teasing a breast, the other rubbing her pussy in time to the music. Bending over the stage, she slowly rolled her panties down her legs, revealing her glistening pussy to him.

“Hermione!” Groaned Harry, “I need to cum!”

“Almost, baby,” she cooed. She dipped a finger into her dripping slit and brought it to his lips. He sucked. She sank to he knees, still swaying to the music and pulled his pants and panties down, freeing his cock.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen it that big!” She praised, giving the head of his cock a kiss. “That’s pushing five inches!”

She cupped her breasts together and enveloped Harry’s cock between them, rubbing them up and down to the beat.

“Oh, god, Hermione! Can I cum?”

“Yes baby! Cum for me!”

With a grunt, Harry came, soaking Hermione’s breasts. He collapsed back in his chair. Hermione sat in his lap and pulled him into a kiss.

“I love you Harry Potter!” She whispered.

“I love you, too, Hermione!” He replied.

She smiled and kissed him again, before drawing his face down to her breasts to clean up his semen. Once she was clean, she sank back to the floor to clean his cock, licking and sucking it until it began to grow again. Just as it did, she tapped it with her wand, returning it to chastity.

“Don’t get greedy,” she said, seeing the look of despair on his face. “Let’s get to bed! We’ve got glory hole duty in the morning!”
- 9
- 10
- 11
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Ceding Control (formerly Goddess of the Moon)