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Ceding Control (formerly Goddess of the Moon)	By : Wimp36 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 272931 -:- Recommendations : 15 -:- Currently Reading : 23
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Chapter 13 — Christmas Break (Part 1; at the Burrow)

Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Luna arrived at the Burrow in the mid-afternoon three days before Christmas. Luna’s father, the editor of the Quibbler, had received a lead on a rare magical creature in Russia and had gone off to chase the story. The Weasley’s had readily agreed to host Luna in their home over the holidays.

The four would have the house to themselves for most of the break, since Fred and George didn’t plan to arrive until Christmas Eve, and Bill and Fleur would only be there for New Year’s, Charlie was planning to stay in Romania for the holidays, and Percy still wasn’t on speaking terms with his parents. This meant that for once no one would need to share a room. Harry would sleep in Fred and George’s old room, and Luna would have Percy’s.

As soon as they had arrived, Ron announced that he needed to talk to his parents alone. While gender reassignment was considerably easier for magic users than for muggles, and was less taboo, it was still a major decision, and uncommon enough that Ron felt the need to make the discussion private. Ginny and Luna announced that they would take Harry into the nearby village for the afternoon.

Instead, once they were out of sight, they dragged Harry the quarter mile to Luna’s house, where they once again dressed Harry in female attire — a navy blue pinafore dress, dove-grey cotton stockings, a lilac T-shirt, white silk panties, and blue suede trainers. Once the false breasts, makeup, and wig were in place, Luna lit a fire and tossed in some Floo Powder.

“Diagon Alley!” She cried, and stepped into the green flames.

Harry and Ginny followed, emerging in the Leaky Cauldron. Instead of heading into Diagon Alley, however, the girls lead Harry into muggle London. They spent the afternoon shopping for clothes to add to Harry’s feminine wardrobe — and relishing making him model lingerie and dresses for them in the stores. They had tea at a small cafe in central London, where Ginny attracted the attention of a group of four boys around their same age.

The boys suggested a movie, and Ginny agreed on behalf of Harry and Luna. The boys, taking their cues from Ginny and Luna’s flirtatious nature, and assuming that Harry — who had been introduced as Harriet — was just shy, chose a movie that had been in theaters for several months already. The room was nearly empty as the boys lead the three to the back row, where they were seated alternating with the boys.

As soon as the lights dimmed, Ginny and Luna each grabbed a boy and started to kiss them. The boy on Ginny’s other side reached up and took hold of one of her breasts. Distracted, she began kissing him as well, alternating between the two boys.

Harry’s neighbor put a hand on his knee.

“Not in the same mood as your friends?” He asked.

“No, Harriet’s just shy!” Said Luna, “She likes it when the guy takes charge! She’s down for everything we are. Isn’t that right, Harriet?”

“Yes,” whispered Harry, shyly.

“Awesome,” said the boy. He began to knead Harry’s breasts as he kissed him, their tongues twining together.

Ginny was the first to take things further. Her hand slipped up the thighs of the boys on either side of her and grasped their cocks through their pants, gently stroking them. Luna quickly followed her lead before reaching over to place Harry’s hand on his partner’s lap as well.

“Come on, Harriet, don’t leave Mark out!”

Within moments, all four cocks were out and the girls and Harry were stroking them openly. Luna was the first to take things further this time, bowing her head over her partners cock and taking him in her mouth.

“You are the three best girls ever,” said the boy getting his cock sucked.

Ginny slid off her seat to kneel on the floor between her two boys and proceeded to service them as well.

Harry’s partner, Mark, grinned.

“Get on you knees too, Harriet,” he suggested. When Harry had obeyed, Mark guided Harry’s head onto his cock and used his hand to control the speed of the blowjob. He shoved his pants to his ankles and slid forward slightly on his chair.

“Don’t ignore my balls, babe,” he instructed, cupping them so that Harry could lick and kiss them.

Next to Harry, Luna was expertly deepthroating her partner, her mouth firmly seated at the base of his cock. She used her tongue and throat muscles to pleasure him, as her other hand toyed with his balls. Ginny had pulled her shirt off and was using her tits to wank the larger of her partners while the other, who had stood up for a better angle, thrust his cock into her mouth.

“So, Harriet,” asked Mark, “do you lick ass?”

Luna giggled as she pulled the cock out of her mouth.

“Of course she does!”

With that, Mark tossed his legs over the arms of the chairs on either side of him and exposed his asshole. Harry had no choice but to lean in and begin to lick the musty hole. He tried to imagine that it was Luna’s or Hermione’s, but the taste and odor were wrong — not bad, just undeniably masculine.

Luna’s boy was the first to cum, blasting his load straight into her stomach before collapsing back in his seat. As soon as she pulled her mouth off his cock, she pulled his neighbor in, finisihing him off as well as Ginny’s second partner plastered her tits with his cum.

Harry’s partner was clearly nearing climax as well, and as Luna lapped cum off Ginny’s tits, Mark pulled Harry’s head back onto his cock and forced it as far as he could into Harry’s throat.

With all three of their new friends well-satisfied, Ginny tapped Harry on the shoulder and jerked a thumb at the door.

“Thanks boys,” she said, cheerily, “but we have to run. Enjoy the rest of the movie.”

“You’re leaving?” Asked one boy. “Can we at least get you numbers?”

“No,” said Luna, teasingly, “this was a one time thing. Thanks, though.”

As they left, all four boys patted each girl, and Harry, on the ass. Descending the steps to leave the theater, an older man seated towards the front of the room — one of the only other patrons — gave them a brief golf clap while the woman seated a row in front of him looked at the three “girls” disapprovingly.

Leaving the theater, they made their way back to the Leaky Cauldron and took the Floo back to Luna’s house.

***

Molly had dinner ready by the time they got back to the Burrow. Ron’s revelation had been received well, and Molly seemed eager to have a second daughter. After dinner and a round of quidditch in the garden, the entire house headed for bed. Once they were sure that Molly and Arthur were asleep, Ginny and Luna crept into Harry’s room.

As he had been instructed, Harry was waiting for them on his knees, clad only in a pink miniskirt, stockings, and heels.

“Good boy,” said Luna, casting a silencing charm around the room.

“Any idea what we have planned for you tonight?” Asked Ginny, an evil glint in her eye.

“No, Mistress,” replied Harry.

Ginny and Luna stepped out of their bathrobes in unison. Beneath they were dressed in matching green corsets, long shiny black gloves, and thigh-high boots. Luna’s cock hung freely between her legs. Between Ginny’s hung a new strap-on which she had ordered shortly before the end of term but hadn’t had a chance to use yet. A magical device, the dildo melded perfectly into Ginny’s skin, where it merged with the nerve endings of her clitoris, allowing her to feel it as though it were a real cock. Like Luna’s, Ginny’s cock was perfectly proportioned to her body.

“Tonight,” said Ginny, “you’re going to learn to take two cocks at once. But first, you’re going to be punished.”

“Why, Mistress?” Asked Harry.

“For being so slow to follow orders this afternoon,” answered Luna. “By now you should know your place and you should obey us without hesitation. Come here.”

Harry obeyed as the two girls produced riding crops.

“What do you think, Luna?” Asked Ginny. “Ten each?”

“I was going to say twenty ought to do it. Face down, ass up, Harry. And count.”

Taking turns, the two girls rained blows down, the thin rod of the crops cutting into the soft flesh of his buttocks. By the time they were done, Harry’s ass was a criss-cross of red and purple welts and there were tears in his eyes.

“Get up on your knees,” said Luna. When Harry had obeyed, Luna leaned in to kiss him. “Good boy,” she said. “We’d rather not punish you, it’s less fun than everything else we can do, but you need to be obedient. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good! Let’s have some fun!” She cast a quick spell to lubricate Harry’s ass and stood in front of him next to Ginny. “Get us ready for your ass!”

As Harry took Luna’s cock in his mouth, and reached out to take hold of Ginny’s, his butt plug began to swell in his ass and to vibrate. By the time he had fully lubed the two cocks in front of him, a steady stream of precum dripped from his caged cock.

Ginny lay back on the bed.

“Get up on the cock, slut!” She ordered.

Harry grimaced as he removed the much-expanded plug from his ass and crawled to the bed. He gave Ginny’s full length another lick and then climbed up, positioning the head of her cock at his entrance. Luna helped guide the cook in, fully seating it in his asshole.

“Ride me for a bit,” said Ginny, “get your ass warmed up for Luna!”

Harry began to bounce up and down, his ass readily stretching for Ginny’s cock. Luna stood behind him, tweaking his nipples and whispering encouragement in his ear.

“Are you ready, pet?” She asked.

“I don’t know, Mistress,” Harry replied honestly, “I’m a little scared.”

“You’ll be fine,” said Luna, lovingly caressing with butt. “My first time taking two cocks was with Neville and Blaise. If I can take them together, two girl cocks should be no problem at all!”

The image of Neville’s and Blaise’s monstrous cocks stuffed together into Luna’s tiny delicate asshole sent a wave of pleasure through Harry.

“Okay. I’m ready.”

Harry stopped moving as Luna placed the tip of her cock above Ginny’s and bore down. Harry’s ass stretched painfully as Luna’s cock slid over Ginny’s and into his ass, but the pain quickly faded, leaving a sensation of pleasant fullness. Once she was sure that he was ready, Luna began to thrust gently, her cock stimulating both Harry and Ginny. As the pain receded further, Harry began to moan and to move slightly in rhythm with Luna.

“Oh, god, Mistress Luna! Mistress Ginny! Your cocks feel so good in my ass! Can I cum?”

“Yes you may, pet,” said Luna, “You’re doing great!”

After a few more thrusts, Harry’s cock erupted. His seed pooled beneath his cage on Ginny’s stomach.

“I think I’m going to cum too!” Announced Ginny. Her cock twitched inside Harry, unleashing a stream of liquid. Part of his mind reasoned that it must be the same fluid that she squirted normally.

With Ginny spent, Luna pulled out and instructed Harry to lie on his back and to hold his ankles.

“I want to see your face when I cum!” She declared, re-entering him. Harry gasped out in pleasure again as Luna started to fuck him again. Ginny reached over and tapped his cage, releasing it. She bent her head in and took Harry’s cock in her mouth, quickly bringing him to hardness. She removed her mouth and took him in her hand, pumping him in time with Luna’s strokes. She leaned in to whisper in him ear.

“Cum with your mistress!”

“I’m going to cum!” Panted Luna. “God, I love your ass, Harry…ready?” With a final thrust and a low moan, Luna flooded Harry’s ass with cum. At the exact same moment, Harry came again, splattering his face and chest with ropes of cum. Luna kissed Ginny before collapsing beside Harry, kissing him as well.

“Great job, Harry!” She said, scooping his cum off his chest and into his waiting mouth. “As a reward, you get to leave the cage off until morning, and I’ll even let you masturbate in the shower, as long as you finger your ass while you do it!”

They each kissed him once more, and crept back to their respective bedrooms.

***

Harry awoke the next morning ecstatic. For the first time in a week — had it really only been a week? So much had happened — his morning erection was unrestrained by a painful cage. Springing up he pulled on a robe and headed for the shower. He stepped into the hot water and sighed, his hand reaching for his unrestrained cock. Remembering Luna’s orders — and sure that she would have a way to know if he disobeyed them — he stuck a finger in his mouth to wet it, and reached back to insert it into his ass. He stroked his cock rapidly as he wiggled his finger in his ass. Within seconds he had cum, spraying his load on the shower wall.

Satisfied, he soaped himself and washed his hair. As he was rinsing, his cock began to harden again, but as soon as he reached for it, the cage reappeared, painfully forcing his cock back to its softened state. He groaned.

As he toweled himself off, a knock came at the door and Luna entered, followed by Ron.

“Oh good,” she said, “you’re here. Why have one cocksucker when you can have two!” She threw aside her robe and tugged Ron’s off him as well before shoving him to his knees. Harry joined him and together they pleasured Luna, one mouth on either side of her cock.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, “You two are really good at that! You’re sure you didn’t practice this together before we started playing with you? No? I can’t wait to see how well you do after we’ve had you in our hands for longer!” She shifted slightly so as to shove her cock fully into Ron’s mouth. “Harry, how about you lick my ass a bit?”

Harry eagerly complied, pulling apart her cheeks and driving his tongue as deep into her as he could.

“Oh, good boys!” Groaned Luna as she emptied her balls into Ron’s mouth. “Very good! Now, Harry, go see if Ginny has any need of you. Ron’s showering with me!”

Harry climbed the stairs to Ginny’s room and knocked on the door, which swung open on its own.

“Hello, pet,” purred Ginny, still in her bed, “get under these blankets and give me some of that tongue!”

***

After breakfast that day, in typical fashion, Molly gave all four teens a list of tasks that needed to be done in preparation for their Christmas celebrations. All four were kept busy all that day and were too exhausted at night to engage in any extra-curricular fun.

Harry woke the morning of Christmas Eve to the sensation of his butt plus being walked out. His eyes snapped open and he went for his wand before realizing that it was Luna, naked, tousled, and very aroused, her cock jutting out at full hardness.

“We’re going to have to be quick,” she said, lubing her cock, “Molly went into town for a few groceries and Arthur is in the shower. She wants everyone dressed, showered, and done eating by the time she gets back. With the party tonight, this is going to be my only chance to get off before tomorrow night! Bend over!”

Harry presented his ass and sighed in pleasure as Luna began to take him. Her thrusts were urgent and aggressive, and Harry responded by thrusting his ass back into her hips.

“Good boy,” panted Luna, as she increased her pace. “Oh, I needed this!”

Luna’s hands found Harry’s neck and squeezed tight as she neared her orgasm. Harry’s vision began to blur, but the increase in his own pleasure was palpable. He tried to speak to ask if her could cum, but no words came. Suddenly, Luna released his throat and slammed herself into him one last time, flooding his bowels with her cum.

“Please,” he gasped. “Mistress, I’m so close! Please make me cum!”

Upstairs, they could hear the shower shut off.

“No time, pet, you need to take a shower, but here…” she waved her wand, summoning a large black dildo from her room. “You can use this in the shower if you want!”

She pulled her pajamas on and skipped out of his room.

Harry pulled on a bathrobe, concealing the dildo under it, and headed for the shower. Stepping under the hot water, Harry reached for the shampoo bottle and smeared a large dollop onto his asshole, gasping in pleasure as he prepared himself with a finger. He leant against the wall and aligned the head of the huge cock with his ass, gritting his teeth as his hole expanded to accept it. Once his ass had accustomed to the dildo’s size, he began to thrust it in and out, increasing his pace as the urgency of his orgasm built.

Just as he had nearly reached his peak, he heard a knock on the door and Mr. Weasley’s voice.

“Harry, do you mind if I come in? I forgot to shave while I was in here earlier.”

“Sure,” gasped Harry, disappointed, denied, and unsure of how he possibly could have said no. Dejectedly, he drew the dildo out of his ass as he listened to Mr. Weasley turn on the sink and begin shaving.

“So I heard that you and Hermione have started dating,” said Arthur, casually. “Frankly, I’m surprised that it didn’t happen sooner. She’s a lovely girl.”

Harry grunted his agreement as he began washing himself, extremely self-conscious of the huge dildo sitting on the floor of the tub.

“I know that it’s potentially awkward,” continued Arthur, “but since you don’t have a father figure, if you need anyone to, um…answer any questions about how things, well…you know…” he trailed off momentarily, “how things work…I’d be happy to help.”

“Thanks, Arthur,” said Harry, the awkward situation lending a dose of humiliation to his current situation and causing his cock to swell uncomfortably in its cage. His eyes fell to the dildo on the floor of the shower and he wished Arthur would leave so that he could finish what he had started. “Thanks, but I know how everything works.”

“Good lad!” Said Arthur, tapping his razor on the sink one final time. “Well, enjoy your shower. Molly wants everyone ready for the day by the time she gets back, and I’m sure that Ron and the girls want their showers, too.”

He left, and Harry swiftly seized the dildo and rammed it back into his ass, causing himself to cum almost instantly. With a groan of pleasure, he slid the dildo out and sank to the floor, letting the hot water wash over himself for several minutes.

Someone began pounding on the door.

“Hurry up, Harry!” Called Ginny. Without waiting for his reply, she entered the bathroom and locked the door.

“That was just for dad’s benefit…in case he can hear. He’s out in his workroom, but still, better safe than sorry.”

She threw aside her dressing gown and stepped into the shower with Harry. Her eyes fell on the dildo and she grinned.

“Having fun, were we?” She teased. “You can leave it, I think I’ll take it for a spin. But first…” She reached down and spread her lips. “Get your face in here.”

Harry knelt before Ginny and once again found himself being drenched by her piss.

“I love pissing on you, Harry!” She moaned, rubbing her still gushing pussy on his face. “I wish I could use you every time I had to take a piss.” She groaned in pleasure as her stream subsided. “Maybe I’ll figure out a way to make that happen. Now clean me up!”

She tilted her head back to wet her hair as Harry obeyed, licking away the last drops from her pussy.

***

Fred, George, Bill, and Fleur all arrived at the Burrow in the mid-afternoon. To Harry’s slight surprise, the twins were not only accepting of Ron’s decision, but even refrained from making any jokes about it. Harry was less fortunate, and spent the entire evening blushing every time one of the twins made a jape about him and Hermione. A few of their jokes hit a little too close to the mark for his comfort.

“I’ll bet she found a spell to keep Harry’s cock all locked up when she doesn’t need it,” joked Fred.

“When would she need it?” Replied George, “I’m sure she’s worked out a charm to give her what she needs without all the fuss and sweat. She just keeps Harry around to carry her books!”

“You’ve got to be joking, George. Hermione’s wound up so tight, I’m sure she screws like a banshee. You into sharing, Harry? I wouldn’t mind taking her for a spin.”

Those comments earned the twins reproachful looks from Bill and Fleur, but Ginny and Luna laughed uproariously, while Harry and Ron both squirmed uncomfortably and blushed.

After dinner, while Ron, the twins, Bill, and Ginny were helping Molly with the dishes, and Luna was chatting with Arthur about Muggle technology, Fleur slid into a seat next to Harry.

“So, ‘Arry,” she purred, “you and ‘Ermione are intimate, non?”

Harry could only blush. Fleur over-topped him by nearly six inches and fairly oozed with sexuality and confidence. He nodded.

“Bon. But it is, I think, as Fred and George have joked, that she is in charge, oui? She owns you?”

Harry wished he could vanish. Fleur placed her hand on his thigh.

“Or does she share you? The girl with the cock…Luna. She owns you, too? And Ginny?”

Damn, thought Harry. How did she guess so much?

Her hand rose further up his thigh and found his cock, feeling the cage. She grinned.

“Well,” she said in a low voice, “I see that I am right. I can smell it on you. Perhaps Ginny and Luna would lend you to me and Bill for a night? I shall ask.”

She stood abruptly and went into the kitchen, leaving Harry to shrivel into the couch. His mind raced. He had no idea whether he should be terrified or ecstatic. Bill and Fleur were both impossibly attractive, but at the same time, he didn’t particularly want his secret getting out any farther than it already had. Then again, with Dean, Seamus, the Patils, Blaise, and Slughorn in on it, it was likely only a matter of time until the whole wizarding world knew what he was. That realization sent another wave of humiliation washing over Harry, and eliciting another painful pinch from his cock cage.

A few moments later, Luna and Ginny joined Harry.

“We just had a talk with Fleur,” said Luna. “She wants to borrow you for the night, and we’re going to allow it. Ginny and I are coming, but just to watch…even though Ginny has a crush on big brother, she’s not quite ready to cross that bridge, yet.”

Ginny blushed.

“Anyway,” Luna continued, “We’ll come collect you once everyone else is in bed. Be sure to clean yourself up…and put on the outfit I left for you and then kneel in the center of the room and wait.”

With a last giggle, the two girls skipped off for bed. Harry made his excuses and headed for bed as well. He washed his face and brushed his teeth before using the spell that Luna had taught him to clean his ass out.

Returning to his bedroom, he stripped out of his clothes and examined the outfit that Luna had left for him: a fish-net body stocking, black stilettos, a steel collar, and a red ball gag. Once he was dressed, Harry knelt in the middle of the room. As he knelt there, he could hear the others getting ready for bed, only an unlocked door between them and discovery of his secret.

By the time Ginny and Luna came to fetch him, his knees were aching and his cock was straining painfully in its cage. The two girls slipped into the room, both wearing silky pajamas. Luna carried a leash, which she attached to Harry’s collar.

“Crawl,” she whispered, and lead him out of the room.

Bill and Fleur were sleeping in a large bedroom one floor up from Harry’s. Ginny tapped quietly on the door, and it swung open, admitting them to the darkened room. When the door closed behind them, the sound of a gingersnap could be heard and a hundred candles flickered into life, casting their soft glow over the room. Dark red and black cloth hung off every surface, giving the room a somber aspect. Two plush armchairs waited next to the door for Luna and Ginny, a bottle of wine and two glasses on the table between them.

In another chair, glass of wine already in hand, sprawled Bill. He had tied his long red hair into a top knot for the evening. His was wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs which showcased an impressive bulge. His arms, legs, and chest were all heavily muscled and covered in runic tattoos. He grinned wolfishly at Harry. Behind him, Harry heard Luna moan, and couldn’t help but agree mentally.

A soft slapping noise drew his attention to the room’s other occupant. Fleur stood at the foot of the bed, clad in thigh-high black leather boots, a black silk g-string, a shiny black leather corset which accentuated her marvelous breasts, and a pair of black leather gloves. Her hair was tightly coiled behind her head, giving her face a feral, hawkish look — like some ancient goddess of sex and war, Harry thought. The slapping sound had been the noise of a short leather whip slapped against her open palm.

“Kneel.” She snapped. Harry obeyed. “Eyes down. Spread your knees.” Harry obeyed and listened to the click of her heels as she approached him, circling him in a predatory manner. He could hear Bill’s footsteps as well. Fleur’s whip draped over his shoulder and he could hear her a Bill kissing. Suddenly Fleur’s face filled his vision.

“Very cute,” she said, “Luna ‘as done a great job.” She kissed him on the cheek and reached around to unstrap and remove his gag.

“Now, ask my fiancé if you can suck his cock.”

“Can I suck your cock, Bill?” Asked Harry. Fleur’s hand lashed out like a striking cobra and his head snapped to the side at the slap.

“Call him ‘Master,’” ordered Fleur. “And I am Maîtresse Delacour.”

“May I suck your cock, Master?” Asked Harry, his cheek burning where Fleur had struck him.

“Not yet,” said Bill, selecting a whip that matched Fleur’s from an end table, “I think you need to be punished first. You should have knelt as soon as you entered, and you should know better than to use our names by now.” He spun the whip casually through the air. “Face down, ass up, little boy.”

Harry obeyed and cried out in pain as the first blow landed. Bill and Fleur proceeded to rain down blows, alternating between his cheeks. After almost a minute of constant abuse, Bill laid a final blow on Harry’s balls. Eyes watering, Harry collapsed to the floor.

“Avez vous quelque chose à dire, mon petit chaton?” Asked Fleur in her sumptuous French.

“Thank you, Maîtresse. Thank you, Master,” gasped Harry.

“De rien, little worm,” purred Fleur, cupping him under the chin.

Looking up, Harry could see the mirth on Fleur’s face, but also her admiration for his endurance. Behind her, he could see Ginny, one hand in her pajama pants, the other stroking Luna’s cock. Luna’s hands were occupied massaging her breasts.

“Now,” said Bill, recapturing Harry’s attention, “did you have something you wanted to ask me?”

“Yes, Master,” panted Harry, “Can I suck you cock, Master?”

In response, Bill tugged down his underwear, revealing the biggest cock that any of them had ever seen — only Hermione’s description of Slughorn’s monstrosity proved that a bigger cock could exist.

“Holy shit!” Whispered Luna from next to the door. “I’m going to need to fuck your brother, Ginny! That thing is incredible!”

“I might need to fuck my brother!” Replied Ginny, in a hushed and husky tone.

Bill slowly pumped a hand up and down his cock, bringing it to full hardness. Fleur knelt on the floor beside him, one hand gripping the back of Harry’s head, the other, Bill’s cock. She applied gentle pressure, slowly forcing Harry’s head closer. He opened his mouth as wide as he could and accepted the head of Bill’s cock in his mouth. The pressure from Fleur’s hand kept his head moving forward until the first eight inches of Bill’s cock were in his mouth, the head pressing deep into the back of his throat, he gagged and coughed, his throat opening further, allowing Bill to slide another few inches inside. Harry gagged again and Bill began to pump, never withdrawing far enough that his cock left Harry’s throat.

Harry’s eyes were watering, and after nearly a minute of reduced oxygen, his vision was starting to blur.

“C’mon, slut,” growled Bill, “take it! Get it all the way in and you get a break!”

With a final burst of effort, Harry forced his head all the way down Bill’s cock. For a few brief seconds, all fifteen inches were buried in his throat. With a final retch, the cock pulled out, and Bill slapped in wetly across his face. Harry panted, oxygen slowly returning to his brain.

“Not bad, Harry,” said Bill. “Mon cheri? Why don’t you show him how it’s done.”

Fleur pushed Harry aside and, in a swift, elegant motion, took Bill’s cock in her mouth and slid her head all of the way to his base. She repeated this several times, not a gag to be heard, before anchoring her head at the base of Bill’s cock and extending her tongue to massage his balls while her throat muscles constricted and relaxed to stimulate his shaft.

“That’s it baby,” groaned Bill. “Harry, get around behind me and lick my ass.”

Harry slid around behind Bill and reached up to part his cheeks. He leaned in and, after inhaling Bill’s musky, masculine aroma, extended his tongue and got to work.

“Not bad, Harry,” said Bill, encouragingly. “You’re right, Ginny. He’s got a great tongue. Are you ready to enjoy it, Fleur?”

Fleur pulled her mouth off his cock.

“Oh, oui,” she said, breathing only slightly more heavily than she had before she’d deep-throated Bill. “Lie down on the bed, ‘Arry,” she ordered.

Fleur tugged off her panties and straddled Harry’s face. Her smell was intoxicating, almost floral, and she had the wettest pussy that Harry had ever seen.

“May I lick your pussy, Maîtresse?” He asked desperately, knowing better than to start without permission.

“Oui,” replied Fleur as she reached behind her to guide Bill’s cock into her waiting pussy, stretching it obscenely. Harry extended his tongue, teasing her clit and Bill’s thrusting cock simultaneously.

Fleur bent her head down and gave Harry’s cage a sensual lick, providing just enough stimulation to cause his dick to swell, filling the cage.

“Would you like to be fucked, too, ‘Arry?” Asked Fleur. “Should I use your little ass?”

“Yes please, Maîtresse!” Panted Harry, desperate for any kind of release.

“Luna, mon cheri,” purred Fleur, “if you wouldn’t mind, there is a dildo on the table next to you. Would you throw it to me, s’il the plait?”

Harry couldn’t see the dildo, but felt its size as Fleur pressed it to his ass. The thing was easily the size of Neville’s cock, his ass expanding reluctantly to accept it. She began to thrust in time with Bill, slowly at first, but then as Bill sped up, driving Fleur to her first orgasm, she sped up as well until the dildo was a blur thrusting in and out of Harry’s hole.

As his pleasure built, Harry redoubled his efforts on Fleur’s clit, lapping eagerly at the fluid that gushed from her spasming cunt. Bill’s balls were smothering his face, once again making it hard for him to breathe; every breath was a mix of his musk and of Fleur’s intoxicating, slightly humid aura. It was getting to be too much.

“Can I cum, Maîtress?” Begged Harry.

“Non.” Snapped Fleur. “This is not for your pleasure.”

He groaned in misery. The dildo continued to thrust into his ass, but the pleasure it gave him was now a torment.

After a few more minutes Bill started to grunt hard with each thrust.

“I’m gonna cum, babe,” he panted.

“In me! In me!” Gasped Fleur.

With a final, animalistic roar, Bill filled Fleur’s cunt with his seed. Harry could feel his balls pumping where they rested on his face, and could feel the pulsing of the cock as it unloaded rope after rope of cum into Fleur’s perfect pussy. She screamed in unison with Bill, her pussy clamping down on his dick. When Bill finally pulled out, a torrent of semen leaked out, draining straight into Harry’s waiting mouth.

“Do not swallow, ‘Arry!” Ordered Fleur. “Get it all!”

She withdrew the dildo from his tortured ass, and spun around to take Bill’s cock into her mouth, licking it worshipfully to clean off the last traces of his cum and her pussy juice, as Bill’s load drained into Harry’s mouth. When she was satisfied that Harry had cleaned her pussy, Fleur pulled him up and drew him into a kiss, sucking Bill’s cum into her mouth. Bill collapsed back onto the bed.

“Holy fuck, that was hot,” said Ginny.

Harry looked over towards the door, where Ginny sat on Luna’s lap, her cock buried in the redhead’s pussy.

“I’ll say!” Said Luna, pulling her cock out, and letting a trickle of cum run down Ginny’s thigh. “I need to try that dick out!”

“Would you like to stay the night?” Asked Fleur. “I would like to play with you a little, too.”

“Absolutely!” Said Luna, bounding over to the bed to kiss Fleur passionately.

“You come with me, slut!” Ordered Ginny, beckoning to Harry. “You need to get my pussy cleaned up, and I need to cum again!”

***

Harry awoke Christmas morning after only a few hours of sleep, in a bed that stank of piss and cum, with an aching asshole, a sore jaw, and a deep feeling of denial in his swollen balls. He was still wearing the collar from the night before, but the body stocking had been reduced to shreds. Ginny — who had been hornier than Harry had ever seen her — had stayed until nearly four in the morning, alternating between having him eat her out, fucking him with her magical strap on, beating him, and forcing him to do every other depraved thing she could think of.

With a groan, he sat up and reached for his wand. He quickly scourgified the bed, so that the evidence of what had happened wouldn’t be apparent to everyone in the house. Pulling on a bathrobe, he headed for the shower. Before he stepped under to hot water he glanced at himself in the mirror. There was a distinct red band around his throat from both the collar and from Ginny’s hands, his chest was criss-crossed with strap marks, as was his back, and his ass, when he twisted to look at it, was a patchwork of bruises and welts. He sighed gratefully as the water washed over him.

Once he had showered and dressed, Harry went down to the kitchen, where Molly had already laid out a typically massive breakfast. Bill, Fleur, Ginny, Luna, and Ron were already eating. Harry joined them, doing his best to avoid eye contact with Bill and to avoid staring at Fleur. After breakfast, everyone opened presents in the living room. Harry was half expecting to receive lingerie and dildos, but all of his presents were perfectly ordinary.

Later that morning, while Molly was preparing for lunch, Harry carried his presents back to his room, only to find a small stack of packages on his bed.

He opened the first, which was from Ginny. Inside was a set of emerald green lingerie and a dark green leather collar with a gold clasp. Inscribed on the collar were the words “The Sissy Who Lived.”

In the next box was a new butt plug along with a note from Luna explaining that his current plug was too small. This one was the same gold as the clasp on the collar, with a green stone set in the center.

The last package was from Hermione. It included a pair of heels, a green satin corset, matching panties, and stockings. There was also a note, saying that she wanted a date with “Harriet” in her hometown before the semester resumed, and a picture of Hermione laying naked on her bed and blowing him a kiss. Harry put the package down, still staring at the picture, his heart thumping eagerly. As the wrapping fell away, he saw an envelope that had been tucked under one of the other boxes.

He put the picture down and opened the envelope. Inside was a stack of muggle photographs of Hermione.

In the first, a hand reached out to pull up her skirt, revealing her jeweled butt plug beneath the band of her g-string. In another, her hand gripped a large cock (Harry recognized it as Cormac’s) beneath a family dinner table. Next, that same cock thrust between her tits, a spurt of cum decorating her neck and chin. The next picture showed Hermione lying naked on a tattoo artist’s bench, a punk-looking woman bent intently over her bared pussy. The results of that effort could be seen in the next photo, with showed Hermione’s entire torso: her nipples were newly pierced with small gold rings, her navel was pierced with a dangling red gem, a small ruby button decorated her clit, and, in intricate letters above her pussy were tattooed the words “Pureblood Slut: Property of C.M.”

Harry’s heart sank, and he sat down heavily on his bed, unable to stop himself from looking at the remaining pictures. The tattoo artist and Hermione sucked Cormac’s cock together in one, Hermione was pinned between three boys in another, dripping wet and rubbing a leaking pussy in a third. The final picture showed Hermione on her knees next to a woman in her mid-thirties, their mouths open and tongues extended, cum covering their faces.
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Ceding Control (formerly Goddess of the Moon)