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Ceding Control (formerly Goddess of the Moon)	By : Wimp36 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 272934 -:- Recommendations : 15 -:- Currently Reading : 23
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Chapter 20: Game On

Harry did his best to ignore the fact that he was in a skirt as he sped through the mass of chasers, but the vibrations from his butt plug, mixed with the fact that at least a few students in the audience could see what he was wearing kept bringing his mind back to it. As Cormac blocked yet another shot from the Slytherin chasers, Harry dove, spotting the Snitch near the base of the goal post. Malfoy matched him in his dive and the two jostled against each other as they neared the quickly fluttering golden ball. Unbidden, Harry’s mind drifted to the times that Malfoy had fucked him in recent weeks and to the taste of his cum. He wrestled the urge to grab Malfoy’s cock then and there, shoving the urge down, doing his best to replace it with the need to feel in charge and powerful, even if only for a moment.

Suddenly, the snitch shot straight upwards. Harry jerked his broom up, almost immediately leaving Malfoy far below. He glanced down, and the look on Malfoy’s face told him that, for an instant at least, Malfoy had gotten a good look up his skirt. Shaking his head, he refocused on the snitch, still darting skyward. He registered the action above him just in time. Cormac swerved to block another shot and the tail of his broom knocked the snitch off course. Harry pulled hard to the side, flipping upside down and hanging on one-handed as he grabbed the ball. Malfoy, unable to change direction fast enough, lay sprawled on the ground, having rammed the goal post at full speed.

Harry pumped his fist in the air victoriously as the stands erupted in cheers. He raced around the pitch, relishing the chanting of his name that pounded in his ears. Nearly bursting with pride — it had been one of his best catches ever — he landed in the midst of the team, accepting their congratulations and taunts about his outfit. Even Cormac slapped him on the back in an almost friendly way.

Extracting themselves from the crowd took some time, but finally the team made its way back to the changing rooms. The Creevey brothers, Hermione, Ronnie, and Susan were waiting inside, all but Susan in their cheerleading outfits. Cormac clapped his hands together.

“Well done, team!” He said, beaming broadly as he stripped off his uniform. “Let’s get showered and then up to the common room for a party, shall we? I think everyone’s earned a bit of relief…even you, Potter. Granger, give him a treat. Come here, Suze,” he added, sitting on one of the benches with his legs spread. Susan wasted no time in sinking to her knees in front of him, joined almost at once by Demelza.

The others paired off with similar speed. Ginny had climbed into Dean’s lap, Ronnie was on her knees in front of Seamus, and Katie and Peakes had the Creaveys bent over benches. Harry smiled down at Hermione, who had lowered herself to her knees in front of him. As he stripped off his uniform, Hermione tapped his cage, freeing his cock.

“Potter!” called Cormac, suddenly. Harry looked in his direction, flinching a bit. Cormac tossed something to him and he caught it almost without thinking. It was a small flash filled with a whitish potion. “Special brew from Professor Slughorn,” he said with a grin. “Three doses. Save some for tonight, but have fun. You earned it.” With that, he turned his attention back to the two girls worshipping his shaft.

Harry gaped for a moment before looking back at Hermione, who was beaming up at him.

“I helped Professor Slughorn with it,” she said, biting her lip a little as she ran hands up Harry’s muscular thighs. “It’s the usual virility potion, but mixed with a growth charm and a bit to increase your endurance.”

Harry grinned as he pulled the stopper out of the bottle and downed a third of it in one swig. Almost immediately his cock began to swell and get hard, settling at a respectable seven inches. Hermione beamed.

“I wasn’t sure it would work that well!” She leaned in to kiss his new member. “I wish it was always like this! I would have been more than happy!” She took his entire length in her mouth quickly, causing his head to snap back in pleasure. “I think it’s probably big enough to make me cum, if it’s in my ass,” she whispered up, before returning to her worshipful sucking. Harry groaned again. Normally, between the stimulation his ass had gotten from his broom during the game, the sounds of fucking and sucking all around him, the sight of Hermione’s sexy little body, her dirty talk, and the feel of her mouth on his cock, he would have cum already. Invigorated by the potion however, he thought he might be able to go for quite a while. Feeling a touch of dominance, he pushed his cock further into Hermione’s mouth, groaning as her lips touched the base of his cock.

“Bend over the bench,” he panted, “I want to fuck your ass!”

“Yes, sir,” said Hermione, teasingly as she complied. “You know, you can call me a slut if you want…you’re in charge now, Harry!” She wiggled her butt at him enticingly and pulled out her plug. Harry leaned in to lick her asshole, not that she needed it for lube. He rubbed her pussy as well, and could tell that she was near the brink of orgasm.

“Tell me you want my cock, slut,” he said, doing his best to adopt the type of tone he heard from Cormac and Neville.

“Please fuck my ass, sir,” purred Hermione, wriggling enticingly. “Fill my tight little ass with your cock and make me cum like the anal whore I am!”

Harry stood, gave her ass a sharp smack, spread her cheeks and thrust his cock into her ass. He’d fucked her ass before, but with his natural cock, it felt no tighter than her pussy — still heavenly, but it only squeezed his pathetic cock gently — now, however, the wet, vice-like grip of her ass brought home a new level of pleasure and he pounded into her as hard and fast as he could. Within moments, she was trembling and begging to cum.

“Cum for me, my little slut,” he growled, and, with a shriek, Hermione came, nearly driving him over the edge, but he held back. “On your knees!”

Hermione complied quickly, sliding gracefully to her knees and looking up at him adoringly as he stroked his cock. She opened her mouth obligingly and cupped her breasts in her hands as he reached his triumphant climax. His cock erupted, spraying ropes of cum onto her breasts, chin, tongue, and forehead. He shuddered as the orgasm ripped through him. As his pleasure abated, his cock shrank back to its usual size, but he didn’t care. For those rapturous minutes he had been the man everyone assumed he was, and the woman he loved had submitted to his every wish happily. He grinned weakly at Hermione as she rose to her feet.

“That was incredible, Hermione,” he said. “Did you enjoy it?”

By way of an answer, she pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. He continued to take charge, ignoring the taste of his cum on her lips.

“I loved it, Harry,” she cooed when they finally parted. “Let’s get clean so we can go to the party! Plus, you get to have some more fun tonight!”

They jumped under a warm jet of water together, lathering each other with soap and exchanging long kisses.

“Do you think I should…” Harry paused, not quite sure how to ask his question. Hermione, ever the mind reader, answered for him.

“Fuck one of the Slytherin girls tonight? Absolutely! I’ll join in! We can fuck her together! As long as Master is all right with it, that is…” She trailed off, seemingly a little unsure, herself. Cormac answered the unasked question.

“Might as well, slut,” he said from a nearby stall. “You still have a punishment to go through before I remove that charm, but you can be part of Potter’s reward tonight.”

“Thank you, Master!” Squealed Hermione. She gave Harry a last kiss before turning off the water and grabbing her wand. Hermione gave the wand a quick flick and Harry jumped as his cock grew to several times its usual size, though it remained soft. “I want you to feel like a real man all night, Harry,” whispered Hermione.

Harry occasionally wished that he had thought to use an engorgement charm or virility potions from the start…even an average sized cock might have prevented the spiral he’d gone into, but he’d learned that either used too often had disastrous side effects. What’s more, he’d never actively considered his meager size before his first encounter with Luna, and after that he’d been too aroused by the humiliation and ability to submit to consider magically enlarging his cock. He relished his submission — particularly to Hermione and Luna — and could no longer deny that he was aroused by powerful men as well. But for one night he would be in control, and he and Hermione would dominate one of the Slytherin girls together.

He and Hermione set off for the castle together, the other members of the team either a little ahead or behind, depending on how long their post-game “stress-relief” had taken. When they reached the Gryffindor common room they were met by a blast of noise: cheers, shouts, whistles, and hoots mixed with pounding music rattled the portrait hole and shook dust from the ceiling. Drinks were quickly passed around and Harry and Hermione did their best to find a semi-private corner, ending up sharing a long sofa with Ginny, Dean, Ronnie, and Seamus. All three couples becoming distracted from the party by the pleasure of companionship.

It took hours for the party to wind down, and Harry was feeling quite tipsy — not to mention, quite horny — by the time Cormac rounded up the team.

“All right,” he said, rubbing his hands together. “One of the seventh year Slytherins offered to take care of Filch tonight, and it’s Sinistra in charge of the night patrols, so we should be fine wandering around…still keep an eye out though.” He pulled several sheets of parchment from a pocket. “Most of the girls in Slytherin were game for the bet. I’m taking Greengrass, but we’ve got Parkinson, Davis, and Selwyn for those of you who want girls, and Blaise, Draco, and Marcus Flint for anyone who wants a bloke. Flint lined up a few bottoms, too, but I don’t think we need them.” He laughed a little, as if at a private joke. “Katie? First pick goes to you.”

“I’ll take Malfoy,” she said, eagerly. Cormac nodded and handed her a slip of paper.

“Dean and I want Blaise,” said Ginny, before Cormac even asked.

“Seamus? Peakes?”

“Ronnie and I will take Davis,” said Seamus.

“I’ll take Selwyn…the little minx,” chuckled Peakes.

“Demelza?” Demelza blushed.

“Flint,” she said, very quietly, blushing even deeper. Harry had no doubt that Flint was going to have an excellent time with the submissive Demelza.

“Potter?” Asked Cormac, “you good with Parkinson?”

“Sure,” said Harry, seeing Hermione grin like a cat next to him. Cormac handed him a slip of parchment with the words “potions workroom” written on it.

Once they were in the dungeons, Hermione pulled Harry into a niche to change their outfits. They’d talked a bit during the party about what they wanted to do, and had agreed on a theme. Hermione cast the necessary spells, attiring herself in head-to-toe black leather, clinging like a second skin: corset, long gloves, micro skirt, and boots. The corset exposed her pierced nipples. Her hair was tied back in a long, tight braid and a black mask covered her eyes. She removed and vanished her butt plug, and magically obscured her tattoos.

Harry found himself clad in an open leather vest over a harness of leather straps — nicely displaying his chiseled physique — leather gloves, combat boots, and tight leather trousers with a removable cup over his cock. Hermione handed him one of riding crops she had summoned. More toys crowded the small bag that she had conjured. Both of them threw leather capes around themselves and strode the last several yards to the room where Pansy would be waiting for them.

Neither Harry nor Hermione were entirely sure what they expected upon entering a room with a girl who had often teased and bullied both of them — Pansy had been a willing participant in the bet, but how far would that stretch? — but neither had expected her to shudder with pleasure and slide to her knees, her clothes dissolving into thin air, the moment she laid eyes on the pair. Harry and Hermione stared at each other briefly before looking back at the naked girl kneeling before them.

“I am yours to use, Master,” she whispered. “I am yours to use, Mistress.” Her voice took on a decidedly smoky tone when she addressed Hermione.

Hermione glanced at Harry and raised her eyebrows in a silent question. Harry grinned in response, deciding to see how genuine this was.

“Kiss you mistress’s boots,” he ordered, and Pansy nearly flung herself across the floor to begin licking Hermione’s boots, doing her best to maintain adoring eye-contact the entire time. Harry and Hermione leaned in to kiss each other, and Harry felt himself starting to get hard. As discretely as he could, he took a swig of the potion. Hermione waved her wand, conjuring a long, padded bench and a sofa.

“Come here, Pansy,” ordered Hermione, as she lowered herself to the sofa. She spread her legs invitingly and Pansy scuttled across the floor to her.

“May I lick your pussy, mistress?” She asked, eagerly.

“You may,” answered Hermione, grinning wolfishly. Pansy dove in, kissing delicately up Hermione’s thighs before settling into place to contented moans from Hermione. “I’ve never noticed, Pansy,” she added, “but you have a darling little ass. Don’t you agree, Harry?”

“It’s quite nice,” he agreed.

“I think it would be even nicer if it was a nice shade of red.”

“I agree,” said Harry, and he swung his riding crop swiftly down onto Pansy’s ass. She let out a little yelp and mumbled something that sounded like “thank you, sir” without taking her mouth from Hermione’s mound. Harry continued to swat Pansy’s ass, eliciting pleasured moans from the girl. Without warning, Hermione clamped her legs around Pansy’s head as she came to a shrieking climax.

“That’s it! Eat my mudblood cunt, you pureblooded whore!” She cried. “Fuck! You’ve got a nice tongue! How about you give Harry a taste of it?”

Pansy swiveled and Harry freed his cock, letting Pansy take it in her mouth. She sucked energetically, though with nowhere near Hermione’s level of skill. Meanwhile, Hermione crouched down behind Pansy and let her hands roam over the other girl’s ass and down towards her pussy. Pansy moaned as Hermione slipped a finger into her dripping folds.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Pansy?” She asked, teasingly. Pansy pulled her mouth off Harry’s cock long enough to answer.

“Yes, Mistresss! Please fuck my Slytherin cunt!”

Hermione grinned and summoned a strapon, fitting it snugly around her waist. After leaning in to lick the other girl’s pussy, she lined the fake cock up and slid it in. Pansy moaned again and Harry felt his orgasm nearing.

“I’m going to cum!” He gasped.

“Cum on her face, Harry!” Urged Hermione, as she pumped into the girl. Pansy bent her head back so that her face stared up at Harry as he stroked his cock. Her mouth hung open as Hermione fucked her nearer and nearer to ecstasy. With a grunt, Harry came, spraying gobs of cum onto Pansy’s face. Moments later, Pansy came, too, and Hermione pulled her cock out of the girl. Yanking Pansy to her feet, she licked Harry’s cum off her cheeks and passed it into the other girl’s mouth.

Hermione and Pansy continued to spar with their tongues for several moments while Harry stood off to the side panting. While the girls were occupied, he swallowed the final dose of the potion, before joining in, kissing first Hermione and then Pansy. His hands roamed freely, massaging breasts, hips, and arses. Hermione finally bore Pansy down to the bench she had summoned earlier and positioned herself over Pansy’s face, sighing as the other girl got to work.

“Eat her pussy, Harry,” encouraged Hermione. “Show her what that tongue can do!”

Harry crouched down and parted Pansy’s legs. He lapped at her folds for a moment before targeting her clit, driving her quickly towards ecstasy. As Pansy came, Hermione bent at the waist so that she could kiss Harry.

“Fuck her, Harry!” She ordered. “Fuck her pureblood cunt and fill her up with your dirty half-blood seed!”

Harry positioned himself and Hermione took his cock in her mouth briefly before lining it up to Pansy’s dripping pussy. Harry couldn’t help but notice that Pansy’s pussy was much tighter than Hermione’s and he groaned in satisfaction, though he had no way of knowing whether the tightness was due to his increased size, his association of Hermione’s pussy and giant cocks, or simple reality. Whatever the case, he thrust into her passionately, occasionally drawing himself out for Hermione to suck. For her part, Hermione ground her pussy into Pansy’s face while simultaneously licking the other girl’s clit. Harry did his best to hold out, but as Pansy’s cunt contracted around him, he lost the battle, filling her with his cum.

The three drew apart and sat or lay panting for a time before Hermione, the only one of the three who hadn’t cum, broke the silence.

“Can I ask you a question, Pansy?”

“Anything!”

“Why did you submit to us so quickly? I thought you would have fought for dominance.”

“I might have if it was someone else, but…you can’t tell any of the other Slytherins this, they’d never let me hear the end of it…I’ve had a crush on you since second year.”

“So all the “mudblood” stuff was…?”

“Me over compensating. I’m sorry. Can you forgive me?”

“No need,” said Hermione, pulling the other girl over for a kiss, “I get off on it. Maybe we’ll try turning the tables next time. But now, we’ve got to go. Filch won’t be distracted forever.”

With a wave of her wand, Hermione clothed all three of them and restored the room to its usual appearance. With a final kiss for Pansy, Hermione led the way back to the Gryffindor common room. The two entered an empty dormitory together and fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

The shaking of the bed woke him early the next morning and he blinked bleary eyes to see Hermione’s face inches from his as Neville fucked her from behind. Seeing that he was awake, Neville gave his wand a flick and Harry found his cock back in its familiar cage, and a plug in his ass.

“Morning, cuck boy,” said Neville. “Good game yesterday. I hope you enjoyed your reward last night: it’s the last time your little shrimp dick’s going to be free for a while.”

He grunted and flooded Hermione’s cunt with his seed. She spun around and sank to her knees instantly, cleaning the last remnants from his cock worshipfully.

“Get her cleaned up and then get down to your holes. Should be plenty of customers today.”

Neville was to the door, and Hermione had just climbed onto Harry’s face when he turned with feigned forgetfulness.

“I forgot to mention, Hermioine…Cormac has the remainder of your punishment figured out. You and Harry are to report to the Room of Requirement tonight at eight. Enjoy your breakfast.”
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Ceding Control (formerly Goddess of the Moon)