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Ceding Control (formerly Goddess of the Moon)	By : Wimp36 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 272932 -:- Recommendations : 15 -:- Currently Reading : 23
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Back to school after this.

Chapter 16 — Christmas Break (Part 3)

Jean came downstairs shortly after Hermione sent an owl winging to the Burrow. She was dressed rather minimally in black satin panties, her collar, and a dressing gown.

“Mornin’ dear,” she said, leaning down to kiss Hermione on the cheek. “Is there tea?” She helped herself to a cup. Albert followed several moments later, more appropriately clothed in pajama trousers, shirt, and dressing gown, though Hermione could see the waist-band of a pair of panties peeking out.

“So,” asked Jean, “how was your day yesterday? When did you get home? What did you do in London? I can see some of what you did.” She pointed to the nose piercing and to her navel. Hermione stuck out her tongue to show off the stud.

“I just got home an hour ago. Cormac took me to a tattoo parlor, and then we had lunch at the Ritz. He was going to run me home after lunch, but we ran into a few boys from primary — you remember Derrick, Abdul, and their crowd?” Jean nodded, knowing that they were boys who had teased and bullied Hermione routinely and who had grown into louts with a well-known reputation around town. “They…took me to a party.”

Mother and daughter raised eyebrows at each other. Albert made noises of discomfort and disapproval, but Jean’s hand on his cock silenced him.

“Well, let’s see the tattoos!”

Hermione stood and pulled up her shirt, displaying her nipple rings, before pulling down her shorts to display her tattoos and clit piercing. Jean gave the piercing a quick flick.

“How does it feel?”

“It hurt going in, but it makes sex feel even better! And these,” she played with her nipples, “these feel amazing, too!”

“I may have to get some of my own…now. Presents!”

She lead Hermione into the living room where a stack of presents waited. Her parents had gotten her the usual assortment of sugar-free sweets and books, but also a magic wand vibrator, a photo album — “for your exploits!,” Jean had explained — and a magical camera which, like a polaroid, would print photos at once, though, unlike a polaroid, these photos would move. There were presents of the usual sort from her other relatives and from the Weasleys. Harry’s present was a marvelous first edition copy of Little Women, as well as a pair of Manolo Blahnik heels, and a set of scarlet lingerie.

As they ate a late breakfast, Jean asked about Hermione’s plans for the rest of the break. Albert was under the table, servicing his wife.

“Well, Cormac said that he’s not going to need me, so I thought I’d pop over to visit the Weasley’s for a few days, and then come back for New Years?”

“That sounds lovely, dear. Will you bring Harry for New Years? I’d love to spend some time with him.”

“I’ll try, mum. I might not be able to though…the Order has protections on the Burrow. They might not want him to leave.”

***

Several hours later, Hermione stood outside her parents’ house with her wand hand raised. With a crack, a triple decker purple bus appeared. She climbed on and paid her fare, before choosing an armchair on the empty second level.

She’d opted to wear her disguise wig — her Susan Bones look, as she thought of it — in order to avoid unnecessary attention, especially if, as she planned, she had a little fun on the way. The ride would take about three hours, with quire a few stops between Southend-on-Sea and Ottery St. Catchpole (she hadn’t wanted to go directly to the Burrow for fear of giving away her disguise). Though there hadn’t been anyone worth flirting with when she got on, she got lucky at their third stop in London, when, to her delight, Kingsley Shacklebolt boarded the bus, looking harassed and overworked. He claimed an armchair across the aisle and a few rows ahead of Hermione. He set down his bag and pulled out a copy of the Daily Prophet.

Hermione stared at him intently, waiting for the chance to make eye contact. She’d always found Kingsley to be incredibly sexy: a big, muscular man with a commanding and authoritative presence, yet also kind and compassionate. Seeing him so exhausted and clearly overworked — on Christmas Day, no less — made her want all the more to give him some relief. There was the added advantage that she would be able to greet Harry with the taste of another man on her lips. She struck a deliberately provocative pose, with her skirt riding up to show a sweep of thigh, and her blouse pulled tight enough to display her piercings through the fabric.

Eventually, Kingsley glanced up from his newspaper to see the sexy redhead making eyes at him. He looked over his shoulder, as if suspecting that there was a younger man behind him drawing Hermione’s attention. When he swiveled back around, it was to find Hermione sauntering towards him.

“You look like you need to let off some stress,” she purred, perching on the arm of his chair and throwing an arm around his broad shoulders, “and its Christmas…I’m feeling giving.”

He grinned up at her, a gold tooth flashing.

“Just how giving are you feeling, Red?”

She brazenly took hold of his crotch, feeling his length appreciatively and he hardened under her tough. He was another monster of a man; nearly as big as Slughorn (who she privately suspected of having augmented himself in some way, not that she cared), and so much sexier.

“Hmmm…” she purred, “I think I’m feeling…fourteen or fifteen inches of giving?”

He chuckled.

“I won’t turn that down.” He pulled her into a kiss, groping briefly at her breasts, before tearing open her blouse and urging her to her knees. She eagerly unbuttoned his fly and drew out his cock, which was at least as large as her forearm, the color of burnished mahogonny, and deeply veined — almost muscular.

“You have a gorgeous cock!” She told him.

“I’ve always thought so. You’ve got some great tits.”

“You like?” She asked pushing them together and massaging them. “I’ve got an idea!” She let a gob of spit drop sensually from her mouth and down into the cleft between her tits, which, in this disguise, were much larger than they were naturally, and massaged it in. Then she pressed them together around Kingsley’s glorious manhood, and began to rub them up and down, leaning her head forward to capture the tip of his cock in her mouth. He groaned in pleasure and placed a hand on the back of her head.

“I must be dreaming,” he said, after several minutes, “no way is this shit actually happening!”

“Oh, it’s actually happening!” Chirped Hermione, happily. “Watch this!”

Using an ability born of necessity during Cormac and Neville’s throatfucking sessions, she defied her gag reflex and took Kingley’s entire cock in her mouth, facing only momentary resistance in the last inches before burying her nose in his thick, coarse pubic hair.

“Merlin’s balls!” Exclaimed Kinglsey.

Internally congratulating herself on her success, Hermione began to bop her head up and down the last six or so inches of Kingsley’s magnificent cock, cupping his balls in one hand while the other alternated between stroking the last several inches of his cock and playing with her pussy beneath her skirt. Finally, after what seemed like an hour, Kingsley let out an animalistic grunt and began to fill her mouth with his seed, which she swallowed happily.

Moments later, as Hermione rocked back on her heels to catch her breath, the bus skidded to a halt.

“This is my stop,” said Kingsley, replacing his cock in his trousers. “You’re incredible!” He handed her his card (unnecessarily, though he didn’t know that) and ambled off the bus, looking much more relaxed than he had previously. Hermione wiped her chin and took her seat, feeling very satisfied.

A few hours later she was walking up the road to the Burrow. She’d taken off her wig once she left the village so had re-assumed her normal appearance. Once past the gate, and its enchantments, she could see Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Bill flying around on broomsticks, passing a quaffle. Luna sat on a barrel watching the action.

“Hi, Hermione!” She cried as soon as the other girl came into view. She dashed over to hug the other girl, kissing her on the cheek. “How has your break been so far? You have to tell me everything! We’re going to be sharing a room!”

Hermione smiled slyly. “There’s a lot to tell. I think I’ll wait until I can tell you, Ginny, and Harry at the same time.”

Luna giggled. Harry landed in the grass a few feet away and pulled Hermione into a hug. She kissed him deeply, fully aware that her mouth tasted very strongly of cum.

“I love you, Harry,” she said when they broke the kiss.

“I love you, too, Hermione,” said Harry. “Um…”

She correctly interpreted his unasked question.

“You’ll never guess! I ran into Kingsley on the Knight Bus!”

Harry gulped, while Luna and Ginny giggled. Moments later Ron and Bill landed nearby, both of them greeting Hermione warmly. Bill made a point of groping Hermione’s breast while he gave her a peck on the cheek. They were interrupted by the arrival of Mrs. Weasley, screaming in delight at Hermione’s arrival.

After several rounds of greetings, the family settled in for a relaxed afternoon. After dinner, Arthur and Molly flooed away to visit Arthur’s aunt, taking Ron, Ginny, Bill, and Fleur with them.

“You three behave,” said Molly, before she climbed into the fire. “We’ll be back by eleven or so, unless Muriel is feeling chatty. No leaving the grounds. The Order won’t let you, in any case.”

“Have fun,” said Bill, winking before he, too, vanished in a whirl of green flames, patting Ron’s and Fleur’s asses as they proceeded him into the Floo.

***

“Well,” said Luna as soon as they were alone, “now that they’re gone: both of you get on your knees! I need to cum!”

Harry and Hermione knelt at Luna’s feet as she shimmied out of her panties and lifted skirt. Hermione grasped Luna’s cock in one hand, gave Harry a kiss, and then guided his mouth onto her cock as she lowered her head to lick Luna’s balls. Harry swirled his tongue around the head of Luna’s cock as she moaned in pleasure, her hands grasping Harry’s hair firmly.

“Merlin, I needed this!” Gasped Luna, as Harry’s throat bottomed out on her cock. “Share with the mudblood!”

Hermione lifted her head up, and for the next several minutes she and Harry alternated sucking, licking, and stroking Luna’s cock and balls. Finally, with a sigh, she pulled back and directed her cock at Harry’s face. He knelt, head back and mouth open to accept her seed as it shot onto his face.

“Good boy!” Said Luna cheerily, “Good girl!” She added, as Hermione began to lick Harry’s face clean.

“Now,” she said, pulling her panties back up her legs, “my master wants me at his manor tonight and I can’t be late. Hermione, I expect you know enough about human transfiguration to make a convincing copy of me to put in my bed? Good. Have fun!” She grabbed her purse off a side table, withdrew a cheap looking plastic watch and vanished with a flash of blue light.

“So we’re alone,” said Hermione, kissing Harry again, and sharing the last of Luna’s cum in the process. “Should we find a bedroom? I want to tell you everything!”

He followed her to his bedroom where she slammed the door shut, and pulled him into yet another intense kiss.

“I missed you, Harry!” She said. “I like being a slut for Cormac…I mean, I hate it, but I love it…do you know what I mean?” He nodded. “But I really love it more when you’re there with me, or at least there after! I like being able to just cuddle with someone, or have someone worship my body,” she was pulling off her clothes as she spoke. “I also like to tease you…I get off on it! And speaking of…” She waved her wand, removing all of Harry’s clothes in an instant. She jumped onto his bed and spread her legs. “Get in here! I’ve got so much to tell you!”

Harry took a moment to revel in the sight of Hermione’s newly modified body — the rings in her nipples, the studs in her navel and clit, and the tattoos on her pelvis and lower back — before kissing his way up from her feet to her cunt. He kissed the stud in her clit before beginning to lap at her swollen and red cunt. As he did, Hermione began to tell his of her recent exploits. With each new depravity she detailed, Harry felt his arousal growing. By the time she got to her dinner with Cormac, he was squirming in his need for release.

“You like it, don’t you Harry?” Asked Hermione.

“Yes! Yes, I do, Mistress! I wish I was there!”

“Mmmm, you would have loved it! My mom wants you to come over before break is over…maybe we’ll wait for Easter for that.”

Harry groaned again.

“Please, Mistress,” he gasped, “I need to cum!”

“Oh, Harry,” she purred, “You’ll need to wait! We’ve got a long way to go yet!” She pulled her legs up. “Pull out my plug…my asshole could use some love, too!”

While Harry licked at her other hole, Hermione continued her story. Harry clenched his own ass around his plug, desperately trying to bring sensation to his prostate, and humped the bed, trying to stimulate his caged cock.

Hermione, seeing the state he was in, dragged out her story tantalizingly, relishing in recreating every last detail of her depraved activities. She paused as she recounted her adventures with old bullies the night before in order to summon one of her dildos, enchanting it to slowly and teasingly fuck her pussy while Harry, who she had repositioned so that she was sitting on his face, continued to lick her ass. By the time she finished her story, Harry was out of his mind with arousal.

Hermione summoned her biggest strap on as she climbed out of the bed. She pointed her wand at the floor, and the dildo that had been warming up her pussy settled there, jutting up obscenely. She fit the strapon to herself, and it magically adhered itself. She pulled out Harry’s plug, licking his ass delicately before lubing it with her wand. She pointed at the dildo standing erect in the middle of the floor.

“Get on,” she ordered, “and suck me. You can cum when I do!”

“Yes, Mistress!” Said Harry, eagerly sliding his ass onto the large dildo, wincing only slightly as the well-trained ring of his anus stretched around the head of the cock. Knowing what was expected, and what he wanted, Harry began to bounce up and down on the cock as he leaned in to take Hermione’s strapon into his mouth. He kissed it tenderly up and down the length, letting his hands caress her thighs.

As she moaned, he began to tenderly suck her. Even more so than with Luna, this was an act of devotion. He served Luna and Ginny, and submitted to Neville, Cormac, and the others, but he loved Hermione. He would do anything for her. He knew that, had he not been so stubborn in refusing to acknowledge his feelings for her, that they could have been happy together in a traditional sense. His actions, however, had made clear to both of them that there was pleasure that he was incapable of providing. His “date” with Luna had showed him both his own inadequacy — a demonstration compounded by his subsequent exposure to the virile manhood of his classmates — and his submissive tendencies. Hermione’s experience with Cormac, Blaise, and the other Hogwart’s boys had unlocked her own submissiveness, her desire to be controlled, her fetishization of humiliation (something he shared), and her love of feeling small; all of which were things Harry couldn’t give her.

In many ways, their discoveries had stemmed from the same sources. Harry went through life with the weight of the world on his shoulders — the Boy Who Lived, the Chosen One, the Champion, Quidditch star — yet felt constantly inadequate. Submitting to his Mistresses, and to their Masters, felt right. It gave him a feeling of completion, and the humiliation seemed to act as a salve for the misappropriated adoration he often felt. He was still conflicted over how he felt about his secret leaking, but knew that if he kept Hermione, he hardly cared.

Hermione, meanwhile, had spent her entire life trying to be the best. She had never liked her looks, and had compensated by insisting on excellence in every other aspect of her life. When she had blossomed during puberty, she had felt conflicted about how her newfound beauty and sexuality clashed, or seemed to clash, with her established persona. Part of her had wanted, as far back as her third year, to let loose and surrender to her libido, but something had always stood in the way of that. Cormac had broken down that wall and thrust her into a world of pleasure, submission, and surrender. He had also given her a new challenge: to not only be the best or smartest witch, but also to be the most accomplished sexually. Even the demeaning language that was hurled at her felt good: knowing that there was at least one area of her life where she could never succeed (even if it was one based on an absurd notion like blood purity) was freeing. Whenever she felt overwhelmed by her ambition, she could sink into the identity of “Hermione the Mudblood Slut.” She could also assume the role of “Mistress Hermione” with Harry when she needed a self-esteem boost.

These thoughts flashed through their heads rapidly, never distracting either one for more than a moment from their pleasures. Harry had snaked a hand around Hermione’s waist and was fingering her asshole as he sucked up and down her cock, hoping she would cum soon, as he felt his own orgasm approaching inevitably.

“Oh, Merlin, Harry! You’re almost as good at this as you are at eating pussy! I’m going to cum! Cum with me!”

She began to cum, her juices shooting out of her fake cock and filling Harry’s mouth. As his own orgasm overtook him, Harry slumped, sheathing the dildo fully in his ass. He came forcefully, a jet of cum shooting out the hole in the end of his cage. Hermione, panting, jerked her cock a few more times, splattering the remainder of her load on his face. She ripped the cock off and tackled Harry backwards into a passionate kiss, sharing her own cum with him. Once the afterglow had faded, she kissed him again, more tenderly.

“I love you, Harry Potter.”

“And I love you, Mistress.”

They lay together for a while intertwined on the floor. Eventually, Hermione stretched.

“I should go make sure I have a decoy in Luna’s bed, and I might as well put one in mine, too. I want to spend the night in here, and if Molly looks into Ginny’s room, I don’t want her being suspicious. While I’m gone, I want you to put on my present, and get into character as Harriet. We’re going to have some more fun.” She kissed him again, before skipping across the hall to her room.

Harry went into the bathroom to splash water on his face and tease his hair into a semblance of order. He considered adding makeup (Luna had left some in the bathroom) but wasn’t confident enough to go that far. Back in his room, he applied his false breasts, and pulled on the stockings, heels, panties, and corset that Hermione had given him, along with the collar.

He looked at himself in the mirror, not at all displeased with what he saw. Definitely not a man, but not a woman either. He was something singular, and he liked it. He turned around in anticipation when Hermione returned.

She was a vision in red: a burgundy silk robe hung open to reveal the scarlet lace teddy that Harry had gifted her, scarlet suspenders, tan stockings, and her new heels. Her hair had been piled atop her head and secured with a sash of red silk. She had clearly had time to apply makeup, as her eyes were lined and shadowed and her lips blazed scarlet. She wore her collar as well, emblazoned with the McClaggan family crest, but there was no denying the power dynamic in the room. Between the way she held herself and the large cock that dangled between her legs, it was clear: Hermione was running the show.

“All right,” she said, “Harriet’s a babe! I like it!”

“Thanks,” said Harry, blushing and unconsciously lifting a knee and pivoting slightly as he lowered his gaze. “You look incredible, Mistress.”

She crossed the room to kiss him tenderly, bearing him down to the bed as she did. The two spent several minutes entwined together, hands roaming their bodies. At almost the same time, Hermione began to knead Harry’s breasts and his hand found its way down to her strapon, rubbing it up and down gently. Hermione’s other hand cupped Harry’s balls, massaging them and causing him to swell to the full confines of his cage. He gasped slightly at the pain.

“Do you want the cage off?” Asked Hermione.

“No!” He moaned. “Leave it!”

“Good girl,” she cooed. “Stroke my cock! I’ll make you cum like a girl.”

“Yes, Mistress!”

As he continued to stroke her cock, Hermione brought her fingers to Harry’s mouth and he obediently sucked on them. She traced her moist digits down his spine and under the waistband of his panties, teasing around his puckered hole a few times before gently inserting them. She began to thrust gently in and out while massaging the inner wall of Harry’s anus. He let out a high-pitched whimper.

“Good girl,” she said again, “Cum for me! Come for your Mistress!”

With another piteous whimper, Harry’s cock dribbled a load of cum into his panties. He shuddered for a few moments, continuing to kiss Hermione and to stroke her cock. She removed her fingers and scooped up some of Harry’s cum, before bringing them back to Harry’s lips.

“Taste yourself.”

He obeyed. Hermione placed a hand on the back of his head, applying a gentle pressure. Knowing what she wanted, he kissed his way from her finger tips up her arm to her chest, and then down her stomach to where her strapon stood proudly erect. He took it in his mouth lovingly, worshiping her with every ounce of his being.

She moaned, thrusting gently into his eager mouth.

“I want you inside me, Mistress,” he whispered softly. She nodded. Harry removed his mouth, pulled his panties to the side, and positioned himself above her cock, slowly lowering himself onto her. Hermione brought her hands up to Harry’s breasts as he began to bounce up and down, sheathing himself fully on her wondrous cock each time. Hermione closed her eyes in ecstasy as Harry’s ass clenched around her member.

After several more minutes, during which Harry’s cock leaked a constant stream of precum, Hermione urged him off.

“Lie on your back, Harry,” she said. It wasn’t an order: it was tender and loving. As he lay back, spreading his legs, and raising his knees towards his shoulders, she eased her cock back into his ready hole, leaning down to kiss him, their breasts rubbing together.

“Oh, god!” Moaned Harry, “I’m going to cum again, Mistress!”

“Yes!” Grunted Hermione, as she increased her tempo. “Cum! Cum with me, Harriet!”

With a cry, Hermione came, flooding Harry’s bowels with her cum. At the same moment, Harry’s own meager load dribbled out of his cock. They lay for several more moments in their afterglow: Hermione, triumphant and spent; Harry, defeated and humiliated.

Eventually, Hermione rolled back over to kiss him, removing the strapon as she did. She took hold of her wand from the floor and gave a few practiced flicks. Harry’s clothes, other than his stockings, vansihed, as did his breasts. Her own clothes melted away as well, leaving her in only a thin white nightdress.

“I love you, Harry,” she said again.

“I love you, too, Mistress.”

She gave his cock a squeeze.

“Once more, I think,” she said, hiking up her nightgown and positioning herself over his mouth. “And then bed.”

***

Harry woke suddenly, finding himself tied securely to a wooden chair. He was naked except for his collar, his cage, and his stockings. The plug in his ass felt larger than usual. Fleur and Ginny stood on either side of a kneeling Hermione, looking at him. Ginny and Fleur wore matching outfits — leather corsets, high boots, latex gloves, and large (very large) red strapons — and held riding crops in their hands.

Other than her collar, Hermione was naked as well. Ginny and Fleur had connected Hermione’s nipple rings to each other with a short chain, which stretched tightly between her breasts. Like Harry, she also had a large ball gag in her mouth.

“Bill is having some fun with Ron and Luna,” said Ginny, “So we thought we’d come have some fun with you two.”

“Or more precisely,” said Fleur, stroking the back of Hermione’s head, “with your girlfriend. You will watch.”

She reached down to give Hermione’s nipple chain a tug, forcing her to bend over further, her face pressed into the carpet and her ass pointing straight into the air. Keeping a foot on the chain, Fleur brought her crop down on Hermione’s ass, causing the girl to yelp into her gag. Ginny followed suit, and soon the two girls were raining a rapid barrage of strokes to Hermione’s ass, back, and cunt. Her eyes made contact with Harry’s and he could read the mixture of pain and arousal in her expression.

Suddenly, as if in response to an unspoken signal, Fleur straddled Hermione’s upturned ass and sank her strapon into the younger girl’s waiting pussy. Hermione moaned.

Ginny walked over to where Harry sat, immobilized. She sat on his lap, grinding tantalizingly against his cage.

“Look at that, Harry,” she said, stroking his cheek. “Your girlfriend…taking it like a whore from another girl. She loves it. Just listen to those moans!” She squirmed energetically before hopping back up, giving him a whack on the balls with her riding crop, and joining Fleur.

Ginny knelt to unclasp Hermione’s gag.

“Get my cock wet, Hermione,” she ordered. “It’s about to go up your ass!”

Hermione, who was clearly being driven wild by Fleur’s attentions, eagerly slurped at Ginny’s rubber cock.

“That ought to be good enough for a Grade A anal whore like you,” she mused. “Fleur, get that plug out of her, I want her ass!”

Fleur removed Hermione’s plug with a flourish, causing her to convulse at the sudden dilation and shrinking of her anal ring. In an act demonstrating considerable strength, Fleur hoisted Hermione and herself into the air, never pulling her cock out of the girl, and back onto the bed. As soon as they were in place, Ginny stepped into position and rammed her cock into Hermione’s asshole.

“You like that, mudblood?” Demanded Ginny.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck my ass!” Cried Hermione.

Harry watched in rapt attention as the two women pounded into Hermione, her hole stretching to accommodate their large dildos. He wanted nothing more than to be free of his restraints and able to join in — whether to worship Ginny’s thrusting ass, Fleur’s feet, or simply to stare into Hermione’s eyes as she was driven to heights of ecstatic pleasure. As if she could read his mind, Fleur spoke up.

“Ginny, pull out for one moment. Let us move so that our little pet can talk to ‘Arry. I want him to see ‘er face when I make her cum.”

Ginny giggled and pulled out, slapping Hermione’s red-striped ass firmly.

“You heard Mistress Fleur!” She said. Hermione got up gingerly as Fleur and Ginny repositioned themselves. “Want to try that thing we were talking about Fleur?”

“Oui. But I want to be on top.”

“Fine by me!” Ginny hopped back onto the bed. “Get your cunt on my cock!” She ordered. Hermione obediently lowered herself onto Ginny’s dildo and began to ride it.

“Now look at ‘Arry,” said Fleur, “and tell him what I am doing.”

She positioned herself behind Hermione, who’s eyes widened as soon as the dildo got into position.

“She’s putting her cock in my pussy, too, Harry!” She gasped. “Oh, god! It feels incredible! I’ve never been stretched like this! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“Oui, ‘Arry,” purred Fleur, as she began to drive her cock into Hermione’s now obscenely stretched cunt. “Your girlfriend ‘as two cocks in ‘er cunt. She is a very good slut.” She made eye contact with Harry. “She is going to cum. I can tell. You ‘ave never made her cum like this. Tell me, ‘Ermione, is this better than ‘Arry’s tongue?”

“Yes! It is! Mistress, I love it! I’m going to…” Her words devolved into a guttural, animalistic gurgle as her brain shut off.

Ginny and Fleur both pulled out of her, and discarded their strap ons.

“Say thank you,” said Ginny, climbing onto Hermione’s face and grinding her soaking pussy on the older girl’s tongue.

Fleur ran a finger through the perfect folds of her pussy as she watched Ginny ride Hermione’s face to orgasm.

“Is she any good at that?” She asked.

“More enthusiastic than talented,” said Ginny. “She needs to spend less time with a cock in her throat, and more time with her tongue in a twat. Definitely something we’ll work on back at school.”

“Let me see if I can get her to do better. Come ‘ere, ‘Ermione. Start slowly, yes, like that. Now flick the clitoris. Yes. Yes!” She continued to instruct Hermione as Ginny returned to flogging her. As Fleur reached her orgasm, Ginny shoved the end of her riding crop into Hermione’s pussy, bringing the girl to another orgasm of her own.

Sated for the moment, Fleur and Ginny released Harry from his bonds. Ginny spanked Hermione once more.

“Come on, slut! You’re coming back to bed with me.” She clipped a leash to Hermione’s collar and lead her from the room.

Fleur stretched like a lean, elegant cat. She drew her wand and waved it briefly. Harry found himself floating towards the bed, his cock free of its cage and standing at full attention. Another few flicks of Fleur’s wand, and Harry was bound spread eagle to the bed. Fleur summoned a jar of oil and spread some on her hands.

“We’re going to play a game, ‘Arry,” she said, threateningly. “We are going to see how many times I can make you cum. Because I am a kind Maîtresse, I will let you enjoy the first one.” She reached out, took his cock between two of her fingers, and jerked him up and down vigorously. Within ten seconds, Harry erupted onto his chest, groaning around his gag.

Fleur continued to stroke, slowing only slightly as his orgasm faded. With her other hand, she reached beneath him, snaking a finger into his ass. Between his first and second orgasm, she teased him for nearly twenty minutes: bringing him repeatedly to the edge and then ceasing her motions, or clamping a hand tightly around his balls. When she finally let him cum, she withdrew both hands at the last second, causing him to let out a choked cry as his cock drained itself weakly onto his crotch.

She repeated this on and off for the next two hours, drawing orgasms out of him in sporadic increments; never letting him truly recover, and never letting him fully enjoy the orgasm. Finally, after cumming six times, when he orgasmed, no semen leaked out of his cock. He whimpered like a small child. Fleur was grinning wickedly.

“Very good, ‘Arry,” she said. “Now comes the really fun part.” She replaced his cock cage and slid a large dildo into his ass. With a tap from her wand, the dildo began to vibrate gently. He groaned. His cock was sore, his balls were sore, his muscles all ached from hours of straining against his bonds, and now this dildo was keeping him in a state of arousal that his body had no way to express. It was sheer torture.

“Good night, ‘Arry,” said Fleur, kissing him on the cheek. She removed his gag, and left the room, leaving Harry to his torment.

After almost an hour, during which his body tried continually to orgasm, he finally drifted into an uneasy sleep.

***

He woke in considerable discomfort sometime before dawn. His bonds had been released and the dildo removed at some point in the night, but he was still sore in every muscle, covered in drying semen, and his cock ached, feeling smaller than ever, as if it had shriveled to nothing. He groaned and blinked, trying to clear his eyes.

Luna sat, dressed in a short purple robe, in the chair he had been tied to the night before.

“Good morning, Harry,” she said, stretching. “I was thinking that it’s been a while since I’ve had you to myself, and I wanted to take advantage while I could.” She stood up, letting her robe fall away. Her breast and neck were red, showing the signs of being collared, bound, and beaten. Her cock was red, too, as if it had spent the night in a cage like his own. “Between my Master and Bill, my ass has had a rough night, and I could use a shower. Come on!” She walked towards the door, and Harry could see that her ass was covered in red stripes and was pink all over. He threw on a bathrobe of his own and followed her.

In the bathroom she already stood under the flow of the shower, sighing in contentment.

“Lick my ass, Harry,” she said, “It’s very sore, and your tongue is quite talented.” As she said this, she reached behind herself to pull out her plug. Harry immediately knelt behind Luna and extended his tongue, relishing the feel of the hot water as much as he did the taste of his first Mistress’s hole and the sense of submission.

She sighed and Harry felt a glob of semen leak out of her ass onto his tongue. He swallowed obediently as more and more cum slid into his mouth. It seemed to go on forever.

Meanwhile, Luna was soaping herself all over, clearly savoring in the hot water and in his ministrations. From his position, Harry could feel the tensing of blood vessels that meant her cock was waking up. Sure enough, after a few more moments, Luna spun around and presented him with her cock. Harry knew what was expected of him.

“Can I suck your cock, Mistress?” He asked. Luna nodded, her eyes still closed in relaxation, and he leaned forward to take her length into his mouth.

“You’ve gotten very good at this, Harry!” Said Luna, as she began to pump into his skilled throat. “Merlin, I love having an at-will blowjob slave.” With another sigh, she emptied her balls straight down his throat. “Oh, I needed that! Master didn’t let me cum last night, since I was five minutes late, and Bill left the cage on when I got back. Don’t move!”

Leaving her cock in place, she began to piss. Harry did his best to swallow it all as it came, but plenty leaked out, though Luna didn’t seem to care.

“Good boy,” she said, patting him on the cheek. “Good boy. Now, I’m going to finish my shower, go wake up Ginny and Hermione. Ginny wants you to wake her up with your tongue. Tell Hermione to make breakfast for everyone. You can help her. Bill thinks that Arthur and Molly overdid it, so they won’t be up for a while.”

Harry quickly dried himself off and went next door to Ginny’s room. Ginny lay naked in her bed, surrounded by rumpled sheets and discarded lingerie. Hermione wasn’t in her bed, but tied, arms outstretched, to the foot of Ginny’s bed. Her legs were bent back so that she rested on her knees with her ankles tied tightly to her thighs. Another rope was tied tightly around her breasts, which were raw and red with welts. Her nipple rings had been tied to a length of twine which had been tied to a ring in the floor, stretching her nipples out to their limit. A ring gag was in her mouth and drool was leaking slowly onto the floor. A vibrator had been shoved in her pussy and tied in place.

Knowing better than to wake Hermione first, Harry crawled into Ginny’s bed and began to lap at her pussy. She woke at once, coiling her hands into his hair and began to void her bladder, soaking the sheets as Harry tried desperately to keep up.

“Morning, Harry,” said Ginny when she was done.

“Good morning, Mistress Ginny. Mistress Luna would like me and Hermione to make breakfast.”

“Good idea.” Ginny sully out her wand and vanished all of Hermione’s restraints, letting the girl slump to the floor. “I’m going to go join Luna in the shower. Take care of these sheets!”

Harry crawled to Hermione.

“Are you okay, Hermione?” He asked, as she rolled over and blinked at him. Her response was to grab him by the collar and tug him down into a kiss.

“I fucking love this!” She said. “Now make me cum, and we can get breakfast started.”

Harry bent to the task, lapping eagerly at Hermione’s soaking pussy. Within moments she was cumming, pressing his head forcefully into her cunt and screaming in delight. When she was done, she pulled him into another kiss.

“See you in the kitchen in five!”
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Ceding Control (formerly Goddess of the Moon)