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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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Apologies for the long delay. Here's a short little chapter. I was intending for this to be longer, but decided to post now, so I can get around the block I've been experiencing.

Chapter 19 — It’s a Bet!

The next week sped by quickly.

Harry quickly adjusted to no longer being quidditch captain, and Cormac proved to be a highly effective leader. Harry also got used to his new uniform, though seeing Ginny and Demelza wearing the same thing on the field often distracted him. Even so, Harry was confident that they would win their game against Slytherin, and looked forward to getting the chance to fuck one of their girls (assuming that Cormac let him magically enlarge his cock, which he’d hinted he would do if Harry performed well in the game).

Hermione, allowed to cum only with a large dick in her mouth or ass, spent much of the week on her knees. For some reason, not being allowed to cum from being licked or fucked in the pussy made her insatiably horny. She begged Cormac for more time working the glory holes, and even skipped several classes to do so. On that Thursday, she deliberately arrived late to potions, earning herself a detention with Professor Slughorn. She came back to Harry that night with a glazed, drunken look on her face, a belly full of cum, and an asshole that could hardly keep closed around the large plug in it.

When she wasn’t servicing Neville, Luna made an effort to reassert her control over Harry. She sought him out first thing Monday morning.

“Harry. Down here, Now,” she called from a side hallway while he and Hermione were on their way to their early morning duties. Harry and Hermione paused. “Not you, slut,” she added to Hermione. “Get to your duties. Master gave me permission to borrow Harry until breakfast. You’ll be sharing your hole with Chang today. Now go.”

“See you at breakfast, Harry!” Said Hermione, as she dashed off.

“Good morning, Mistress,” said Harry, slightly nervously. Luna had only taken him aside a few times so far that term. She’d spent quite a lot of time servicing Neville, and had also begun making frequent visits to Hagrid’s, though, whether that was for sex (Harry shuddered to think what Hagrid’s cock must be like) or to talk about magical creatures was anyone’s guess.

“I’ve been a poor mistress these past few weeks,” said Luna, holding up a finger to forestall Harry’s protest. “I’ve been ignoring you now that there’s so many wonderful cocks for me to fuck, but you need some attention, too. Come with me.”

She twitched a finger and lead Harry up a short flight of stairs to an unmarked door.

“This used to be the Arithmancy professor’s office,” she explained, “but Professor Vector needed more room. Some Ravenclaw’s turned it into a study room a few years back. I’m the only one who knows how to get in now, though. The enchantments are all mine, so it works a bit like the Room of Requirement on a smaller scale.”

She drew her wand and tapped the door. A flickering rune appeared, and she gazed at it absently.

“Hmmm…” she mused, flicking the rune with a finger, causing it to shift. Each time she did this, she muttered under her breath. “Island? No…forest glen? No…dessert oasis? No, that one’s only fun with Padma…Oh!” She pressed her finger into a rune and the magic soaked into the door, which immediately opened. She grinned wickedly at Harry, gesturing for him to enter.

Inside the room was a perfect recreation of McGonagall’s office, right down to a tabby cat with spectacle markings around its eyes. Luna shut the door behind them, still grinning wickedly. She glanced at the cat.

“Excuse me Professor, but may I borrow your office for a moment? Harry has been very naughty and inattentive to my needs, and I need to punish him.”

Harry’s heart skipped several beats…was that actually McGonagall? When the cat meowed and trotted away, vanishing instead of colliding with the door, he knew it was an illusion. Regardless, the realism of the office gave him the creeps, though a certain thrill was rising at the thought of defiling such an un-defilable place. His cock did its best to harden at the thought.

“On your knees,” snapped Luna. He obeyed without question, casting his eyes downward as he heard the rustle of clothes, and watched as a pair of bare feet entered his vision. “Lick.”

Obedient as ever, Harry took the proffered toes in his mouth, licking, kissing, and sucking. Luna leaned back against the desk, tweaking her nipples and sighing at the pleasant sensation coming from her feet. Once she was satisfied, she leaned back further on the desk and raised her legs into the air, exposing her ass to Harry.

“Lick.” She ordered, again. Harry got to work enthusiastically, lapping and probing Luna’s hole while her balls draped over his face. He could feel her cock hardening as he worshipped her.

“Good boy,” she groaned. “Good boy.”

After a few more minutes of licking and sucking, Luna rolled off the table.

“Now. Beg to suck my cock.”

Harry hung his head, still a little embarrassed to beg to perform the act, though he knew that he really did want to. He loved how Luna’s cock tasted and felt in his mouth. He loved the feel of soft, feminine hands in his hair and of soft, hairless thighs pressing around his face.

“Please, Mistress Luna. Please let me suck your cock.” He could almost feel her smile.

“Okay!” She chirped, and thrust her cock in his face. He opened his mouth and began to suck her eagerly. After so much time spent on his knees in front of glory holes, or on the carpet of his dorm servicing his roommates, Luna’s cock no longer presented a challenge to him, and he took her full six inches easily in his mouth, drawing back and plunging forward to stimulate her entire length.

“Such a good cocksucker,” moaned Luna. She thrust quicker into his mouth and drool began to leak from his lips onto his uniform. “Oh, no! We can’t have our sissy looking like a messy little slut, can we?” Asked Luna, in mock surprise. She picked up her wand and vanished Harry’s clothes, leaving him in his panties — a bright red thong, today — and stockings. “That’s better! Now bend over the desk and pull your panties to the side!”

Harry gave her cock a final kiss before standing up and assuming the requested position. He pulled the thong aside and felt Luna ease the plug out of his asshole. He didn’t hesitate when she held the plug in front of his face, but took it in his mouth as she slid her cock into his ass. Harry moaned in pleasure as Luna began to pump into him. It felt like only seconds before he could feel his balls straining for release.

“Mistress!” He did his best to cry out around the butt plug in his mouth, “Can I cum?”

“Not yet!” Luna drove harder into his hole, clearly nearing her own climax. Suddenly, she pulled out and pulled Harry’s hips backwards so that he fell off the desk onto his knees. He looked up to see Luna stroking herself. “You can finger yourself to an orgasm,” she panted, “but you can only cum if you do it while I’m cumming on your face.”

Harry quickly reached back and inserted two fingers into his ass, curling them up to find his prostate while Luna continued to jack herself off. He stared into her eyes, almost unconsciously opening his mouth.

“Here it comes, pet!” Cried Luna, “Hope you’re close, or you’re not cumming today!”

Harry felt his orgasm approaching, and, in the same second that Luna’s cock began to spray ropes of cum across his face, his his cock spasmed in its cage and spurted a meager load of its own onto the floor. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from his ass, his tongue darting out to collect the seed that had landed near his lips.

“Good boy,” said Luna, patting Harry on the head as he cleaned her cock. “Don’t forget to clean your mess.”

Harry bent to the floor to clean up his own meager load.

“Let’s get you dressed and head to breakfast,” said Luna, gesturing towards the desk, where a stack of clothing had appeared, shimmering with some sort of spell. Harry began with what appeared at first glance to be a pair of trousers, but when he touched them, they seemed to transform into a shortened version of the girls’s uniform skirt before returning to their original appearance. The remaining clothes seemed to be similarly enchanted, shifting between masculine and excessively slutty feminine in the blink of an eye.

“Ummm,” said Harry, uncertainly, “Mistress?”

Luna grinned at him mischievously.

“It’s a new spell that Padma and Hermione helped me with…sort of like the one on your Quidditch uniform. It randomly triggers so that certain people will see it one way for a fraction of a second out of the corner of their eye, but as soon as they look properly, it appears normal. Great, isn’t it? Now get dressed!”

Luna quickly dressed herself in her own enchanted outfit, which, as she showed Harry would cause her to appear as a leather-clad dominatrix. At her order, Harry pulled on the lacy white panties and stockings first, followed by the preposterously short skirt and stilt-like heels. Next, after Luna fitted his artificial breasts onto him, he topped them with a lacy bra and abbreviated white blouse. Luna ordered him to let his robe hang open.

It was with far more trepidation than usual that Harry followed Luna to the great hall for breakfast. Other than a few startled glances, no one seemed to notice his attire, or Luna’s, for that matter. Entering the great hall nearly sent him into heart palpitations, however, as Professor McGonagall stood at the door, staring directly at him. Luna skipped straight past her into the hall, but she stopped Harry.

“Why do you look so nervous, Potter?” She asked, clearly unaware that, although he seemingly appeared properly clothed to her, he saw his attire as being distinctly inappropriate for the setting. “It’s nothing serious,” she added reassuringly, “I just wanted to make sure that you still felt good about your decision to let McClaggan take over as captain…was the pressure just too much?"

Through his distinct embarrassment, Harry felt grateful to the professor for her concern.

“No, professor,” he stammered, “I’m fine. I just felt like it was the right decision when I saw how well Mas— er, Cormac, did with the others.”

“Very well, Potter. Go have breakfast. And good luck in the match tomorrow.”

Harry nodded and walked past her into the hall.

“Wait, Potter!” Called McGonagall, in a startled tone. Harry’s heart skipped a beat: had she noticed the outfit?

“Yes, professor?” He asked, as innocently as he could. McGonagall stared at him for a moment, and then blinked.

“Nothing…” she said quickly. “Never mind.” She turned and left the hall quickly, a slight blush coloring her usually stern face.

Harry took a seat at the sparsely populated Gryffindor table. Most of the older students — those who were in on Cormac and Neville’s enterprise at least — had gotten into the habit of using one of the glory holes before breakfast. Harry looked around and saw that the other tables were equally unoccupied. Fortunately, enough students either skipped breakfast or made do with toast, that the absence was unnoticed by the teachers. Looking around, he could tell that a few students — Zacharius Smith and Ernie MacMillan among them — were being affected by the spell on his clothing. It seemed as though a few teachers were also affected, but no one made any moves towards him. Relieved, he tucked into the first real breakfast he’d been able to enjoy for several weeks.

A slightly glossy-eyed Hermione caught up to him at their first class of the day, Charms. Professsor Flitwick, who seemed unaffected by the charm on Harry, told students to split into pairs to work for the day, allowing Hermione and Harry to seclude themselves slightly in a corner.

“I’m glad Luna’s spell is working so well!” She said as soon as they were alone and a notice-me-not charm was in place. “You look cute!”

“Thank you, Mistress,” said Harry, sheepishly. Then, overwhelmed with curiosity, he asked, “How was this morning?”

Hermione smiled wistfully. She took his hand and pulled it into her lap, letting him feel her bare, slimy pussy lips. She tugged her skirt up a bit so he could see the white fluid coating her. He eased his fingers into her, causing her to moan deep in her throat.

“I can’t wait for Cormac to take this spell off me!” She said. “It’s killing me! I had seven guys this morning,” Harry raised his eyebrows at the number while Hermione continued, “and none of them would fuck my ass! Even with me begging them, all of them wanted my pussy! And it’s not like I was going to say “no” to that, since it still feels good and all, but I wanted to cum so badly!”

Harry could feel his cock strain against its cage at the mental image of Hermione wantonly begging strangers to take her ass; an invitation that would normally cause most boys to cum on the spot. Cormac must have posted instructions outside her hole to discourage her customers.

“So you didn’t get to cum?” He asked. She shook her head.

“Not in the booth, no,” she answered. “But I was so on edge that as soon as I was out, I ran down to Professor Slughorn’s office and asked if he’d do it…” she closed her eyes happily, and Harry knew that the professor must have obliged the horny teenager. “It was earth shattering!” She added. “The hardest I’ve ever cum! Again, and again, and again! Merlin! I love the feeling of that massive cock stretching my asshole like that!”

Harry felt like he was going to cum from her description alone. Coming down from her high, Hermione shook her head.

“We should probably do the actual work, shouldn’t we?”

***

Their morning classes dragged unbearably. After Charms came a double session of potions. Slughorn could clearly see Harry’s outfit, and leered at him throughout the class. Under the pretext of challenging his star pupils, he assigned Harry and Hermione to make a much more complex potion. Though he told the rest of the class that it was a variation on a concentration aid, Hermione whispered to Harry that it was actually a lust potion. As the rest of the class got up to leave at the end of the period, Slughorn called over to them from behind his desk.

“Miss Granger and Mr. Potter,” he said amiably, “why don’t you stay and finish those potions for me? I’ll have the elves fetch some lunch down here for you. You both have a free period after lunch, I believe?”

“Yes, Professor,” said Hermione.

Once the rest of the students had left, Slughorn locked the door.

“That potion should be just about done.” He summoned three small cups and a bottle. He ladled two of the cups full of Hermione’s potion. “Down the hatch, both of you.”

They obeyed. Almost at once, Harry felt his cock trying to get hard. He was impossibly horny, and he could tell from the almost pained look on her face that Hermione was as well.

“I have a little fantasy,” said Slughorn, “and I’m wondering if you’d be so kind as to indulge me, Mr. Potter. I can tell you, that in your current state, you will find it most enjoyable.”

“Anything, sir!” Gasped Harry.

Slughorn smiled broadly and summoned what looked like a large gold cigarette case. Inside were clumps of hair in a variety of colors, each labeled in a small neat hand. Carefully, Slughorn cut a miniscule length from a lock of red hair and added it, along with a measure of the thick, viscous potion he had summoned, to the third cup. Even in their near delerium, Harry and Hermione both quickly recognized the Polyjuice Potion. With a slight sizzle, the potion turned a bright green. Slughorn handed the potion to Harry.

“Drink up, Mr. Potter,” he ordered. Harry obeyed. The taste was almost pleasant…far from what he had expected.

“Whose hair was that, sir?” Asked Hermione, watching Harry with interest. Slughorn leered.

“Up until this year, I’ve never taken advantage of any of my students,” he replied, “but there have been times that I desperately wanted to…the best and brightest, the prettiest…” he gazed wistfully at the ceiling as Harry’s features began to soften. “So I discretely obtain some hair or nail clippings so that I can, when the mood overtakes me, indulge my fantasies with a more appropriate partner.”

Hermione had already guessed who the hair belonged to as Harry’s hair turned bright red and lengthened. His shoulders became narrower. His hips wider. Breasts began to grow on his chest. Only his eyes remained the same, as a teenage Lily Evans now stood alongside Hermione in the potions lab.

“Wow,” said Hermione, as she looked Harry’s new form up and down. "Your mom was hot.”

“A few modifications…” mused Slughorn, flicking his wand. Harry’s hair formed into pigtails, while his girl’s uniform — visible to both Slughorn and Hermione — became more solid, and, if anything, a little sluttier; showing an expanse of midriff, and more of the upper thighs. “Excellent. Now, Miss Evans, Miss Granger…I have a special task for my two brightest students. On your knees.”

Both girls sank to their knees in front of the potions master as he unfastened his trousers, releasing his monstrous cock.

“Miss Granger, kindly assist Miss Evans. I believe you have quite a bit more experience on this front.”

“Yes, sir!” said Hermione, excitedly. She hefted Slughorn’s massive cock and held it front of Harry’s face. She placed a gentle hand on the back of his head. “Go on, Lily. Show the Professor how much you appreciate his special attention.”

Harry extended his tongue and tentatively licked the head of Slughorn’s member, before taking it in his mouth. The sheer size of his cock, and the small size of Lily’s mouth, caused his jaw to stretch to comic proportions, but he managed to take the first six inches without too much trouble. Hermione’s hand on the back of his head began to apply pressure, easing more of the monstrous cock into his throat. Suddenly, he felt Hermione’s other hand reach into his panties and flick her fingers through the thin, wispy hair around his pussy. The feeling, a brand new one, sent jolts of pleasure through his body. He worked harder to take all of the cock, each further centimeter rewarded with a caress of his sopping folds or a tweak to his clit.

At last, Slughorn’s ball rested against Harry’s chin. Retching only slightly, Harry began to bob his throat up and down the shaft. Hermione had released her grip on his hair and knelt beneath Slughorn, lovingly lapping at his balls while she continued to frig Harry’s pussy.

“You’re so wet, Lily!” She purred, “I bet you’re still a virgin, though. Are you ready to surrender your little mudblood body to the Professor?”

Harry could only mumble a reply around his mouthful of cock, but Slughorn seemed to like that notion, grabbing fistfuls of red hair and using them as handles as he piston his cock deep into her throat. With a grunt he pushed Harry away, sending him sprawling on the floor.

“Miss Granger,” he said, in a tone of voice neither one of them had ever heard him use, “tie your little mudblood friend up on my desk. Get her cunt good and ready for me.”

“You heard the Professor, Lily! Up on the desk!”

Harry eagerly obeyed, allowing Hermione to position him on his back, his legs drawn up lewdly at his side. Hermione conjured ropes, binding Harry’s arms to his legs, which left his pussy fully exposed. Slughorn strode forward towards the desk and slapped his cock onto Harry’s pussy several times. He moaned, feeling wetness drip from his lips. Slughorn rubbed the head of his cock over the outer folds of Harry’s pussy, teasingly.

“Are you a virgin, Miss Evans?” He asked. “I think you probably are. You and James only started dating a few weeks ago. It’ll be a pleasure to break you in. You won’t even feel his cock when you finally let him fuck you. Not when I’m through with you.”

With that, he slammed his cock into Harry’s pussy. Harry let out a sharp yell of pain, but it quickly became a prolonged moan of sheer pleasure. Slughorn wasted little time before he began to drill into Harry’s eager pussy. Any traces of pain were quickly overcome by overwhelming pleasure.

As Slughorn continued to pound into him, Harry felt Hermione’s hands begin to explore his body, gently caressing his nipples, and snaking through the soft folds of his pubic hair. Opening his eyes he saw Hermione’s gaze locked fixedly on the massive girth that was sliding in and out of her dripping cunt. She bent down to lap at his clitoris. The added sensations drove him over the edge, and his pussy clamped down on Slughorn’s cock, bringing him to an orgasm as well. Harry’s mind nearly went blank as, with one final thrust, Slughorn buried his cock to the hilt in his pussy and unleashed a torrent of cum, which sprayed back out around his cock, mingled with Harry’s juices, like Champagne from a shaken bottle.

It seemed like ages before the sensation of Hermione’s tongue lapping at his folds jerked him back to the present. He groaned from the sensation and his pussy spasmed again, sending a gush of cum into Hermione’s mouth. He finally looked up to see the professor propped against the wall, breathing heavily, but grinning like a wolf. He summoned a small bottle and gulped it down, his cock beginning to rise almost at once.

“Now, Miss Evans…I think we have enough time to break in your ass as well.”

***

Later that evening, Harry knelt on the hard tile floor of the Gryffindor quidditch locker rooms, his face drawn tightly into Katie Bell’s dripping pussy, licking away the last vestiges of Cormac’s cum while the new team captain gave them a final briefing before their game the next day.

“…and it’s not just winning the cup,” he said, wrapping up, “but our asses,” he paused to snigger, “well…some of our asses, are literally on the line, too.” With a last guffaw, he took a handful of Susan’s ass — she’d come to watch practice — and strolled out the door.

Katie’s legs squeezed tighter around Harry’s face in her urgency to climax again, and Harry drove his tongue deeper.

“You’d better win this fucking game for us, Potter,” she growled as she finally left him draw breath. “I’m not about to let myself get banged by a bunch of filthy snakes,” she flicked her wand to summon a strap-on, quickly fitting it to herself. “Ride me, Potter.” Harry obeyed, climbing onto her cock and beginning to bounce, eager for the stimulation to his prostate. “Let’s put it like this, Potter…if we loose, I’ll do something to you that will make Cormac’s punishment for Hermione seem like a dream. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Katie!” Panted Harry.

“Good boy,” she grunted, reaching around to tweak his nipples. “Everyone wrap up!” She snapped, rocking her hips to drive her cock deeper into Harry’s ass. “I want everyone asleep early tonight and well-rested for the morning! Cormac’s even letting Potter off duty in the morning…Ronnie and the Creaveys will pick up the slack there. Now cum, Potter!”

Groaning, Harry came, feeling Katie’s artificial cock shoot a load of cum into his ass even as his own meager load dribbled out of his caged cock. Across the room Ginny had just wrapped her legs tight around Dean as he filled her pussy; Demelza was screaming in ecstasy as Colin’s tongue drove her over the edge while Peakes finished himself off in Colin’s ass; and Hermione and Ronnie knelt on the floor to accept Seamus’s load on their upturned faces.

Harry sagged to the floor as Katie stood up and tossed her strapon to the side. Hermione crawled over to him and pulled him into a kiss, sharing the last of Seamus’s cum, and allowing him to clean more off her face.

“Ready to head back to the castle, Harry?” She asked. He nodded, and, after they dried themselves off and dressed, the pair set off across the dark lawn. Harry still wasn’t used to the feel of wearing a skirt without being otherwise disguised in some way (even if he was magically shielded from everyone being able to tell), and kept trying to tug his skirt down further over his legs.

When they reached the entry hall they stopped. Harry was mortified; sure beyond all doubt that he was about to be caught and exposed. Professor McGonogall stood at the bottom of the grand staircase, arms folded and a stern expression on her face.

“There you are, Miss Granger,” she said, in a tone no sharper than was usual. Her eyes showed no sign of shock at Harry’s attire, and he felt a surge of relief until the Professor’s eyes narrowed. “Miss Granger, what on earth are you wearing?”

Hermione blushed. Unlike Harry, her outfit was plainly visible under her cloak. She was wearing the “uniform” that Cormac had designed for the team’s “relief squad,” though she had quickly and deftly made the outfit slightly more decent the instant she had realized they weren’t alone, and McGonogall didn’t seem to have registered exactly how inappropriate the original had been, though the “decent” version was far from adhering to the dress code. She had managed to lengthen the skirt to just above the knee, and the top to cover more of her chest and most of her midriff.

“I’m sorry, Professor,” she said, ducking her head. “I thought it would be fun to cheer on the team while they practiced…I guess I overdid it.”

“I should say so, Miss Granger,” said the Professor, exasperatedly. “Although I can’t say I didn’t do foolish things when I was your age and getting interested in boys for the first time.” She sighed. “Off to bed with you two. Good luck tomorrow, Mr. Potter.” With one more affronted look at Hermione’s skirt, she stalked off.

Hermione nearly collapsed giggling as soon as the professor was out of ear shot. Harry felt like he might faint.

“We’d better get to bed,” said Harry, wryly. “I actually do need to get at least a little rest…I’d rather not loose that bet.”
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