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 22: Aftermath
Harry regained consciousness slowly and groggily. He blinked his eyes and tried to make some sense of where he was and what was happening. He assumed that he was still in the room of requirement, but it had changed again, now resembling the salon of a manor house: dark wood paneling, a roaring fire, bear skin rug, crystal decanters on various side tables. He was in a cage like a dog crate on the floor near the fire. He was wearing a thick leather collar, the cuffs he’d been wearing before, and nothing else besides his chastity cage and a butt plug. His body still trembled slightly in memory of the massive orgasm. He brushed hair out of his eyes, which was when he realized that it must have grown back as it always did when cut too short.
He looked for Hermione — who was still as bald as an egg — and saw her kneeling in front of an armchair licking Malfoy’s ass and slowly fucking herself with a dildo. His legs were thrown casually over the arms and he was reading a copy of the Daily Prophet, a cup of tea at his elbow. Daphne sprawled on a sofa with Cho between her thighs licking her pussy. Neville sat at a small table with a glass of pumpkin juice while the Patils knelt below the table servicing him. Cormac and Blaise also present; Cormac with Susan sucking his cock, and Blaise with Professor Sinistra bouncing up and down, his cock burned in her ass. Everyone else appeared to have departed.
“Looks like Potter’s finally decided to join us,” commented Blaise, grunting as he filled Sinistra with a load of cum.
“Good,” drawled Draco. “He can come here and help the mudblood.”
The cage door clicked open and Harry crawled over to Malfoy and had his head guided onto Malfoy’s cock.
“By the way, Potter,” he said, casually, as Harry began to suck his cock, “since your girlfriend made me one of the people in charge of your little clit, Comrac decided to exclude me and Daphne from his memory spell. What do you think of that?”
“I am pleased that I may continue to serve you, Lord Malfoy,” replied Harry.
“Good answer, Potter,” said the blonde boy. “If you’re a good slave couple I might not spread it too far around the school. Now finish me off. I have things to do today.”
Harry increased his pace and Malfoy seized the back of his head, pulling him all the way down until his nose rested in Malfoy’s pubes. He gagged as his long-time rival pumped a load of cum directly into his stomach.
“I’m glad you’re good at something, Potter,” he laughed, standing up. He wiped his cock against Hermione’s face and flicked his wand, conjuring his clothes onto himself. He pulled two coins from his pocket and flicked one at each of them. “You two are mine and Daphne’s personal toilets from now on. Anytime one of us needs a piss and fancies it being in your mouth or on your face, the coin, and your butt plugs will vibrate. The coin will tell you where to meet us. Come on, Daph.”
Daphne joined his as he headed for the door.
Blaise, Cormac, and Susan joined them in leaving. Neville grunted, pushed his chair back, and proceeded to unload himself on the twins’ faces. Once he’d tucked himself away and watched the sisters licking and kissing each other for a moment, he spoke a few words to Sinistra and left the room. Cho dashed after him.
“You two probably want to get some real sleep,” said Sinistra, walking over to Harry and Hermione. “You’ll want this, too, I imagine.” She handed Hermione a wig nearly identical to her old hair. “You’re to keep your head as cleanly shaven as the rest of your body,” she ordered. “Potter, keep the nose ring hidden until the next Hogsmeade weekend, and then come back with it showing…no need for questions about how you got it in the castle. Now, suck this cum out of my ass, and get back to your dormitory.”
***
A very tired but satisfied couple trudged back to the Gryffindor tower. Reaching it, they collapsed onto a couch and were asleep almost at once.
They woke several hours later to Ginny flopping herself onto the couch next to Harry and resting her bare feet in his lap.
“Neville says you two had some fun last night. Fancy some more?”
“Yes, Mistress,” said Hermione, brightly. Harry nodded as well.
“Good! Not that I was really going to give you a choice! Come with me!”
She led them down to Luna’s personal play room and knocked on the door. It opened at once and she ushered them into a large round chamber of white marble built around a large sunken tub that steamed lightly. A waterfall spouted from one wall to fill the tub. Several marble lounge chairs topped with plush cushions dotted the edge of the pool. Luna lay on one in a yellow bikini drinking something out of a coconut.
“Hi there, you sluts!” She chirped, playfully. “Care for a swim?”
Hermione beamed and waved her wand, leaving her dressed in a bright blue bikini, and Harry in an emerald green pair of bikini bottoms. Ginny had dressed herself in a black bikini.
“Neville told me about the hair,” said Ginny. “Show me.”
Hermione obediently tugged her wig off. Ginny and Luna both giggled.
“You’re hot with no hair, Hermione,” said Luna. “You should stick with the look.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” said Hermione, rubbing a hand over her bald head and blushing a bit. She dove into the water and swam gracefully across the pool. Ginny and Luna joined her at once, followed by Harry. For a while, they simply splashed and soaked in the warm water. It was entirely relaxing and peaceful.
Harry was a little shocked to find that, after an hour, nothing sexual had taken place. Luna and Ginny sat giggling together in the shallows while Hermione swam graceful laps of the pool. He must have looked startled, because Luna laughed.
“You know, Harry,” she said, “We are allowed to hang out without needing to fuck you two.”
Harry blushed.
“We figured that after last night, you could use a break. But, since you seem to be missing it, you could come eat me out?” Said Ginny, with a small giggle. She pulled aside the gusset of her bikini and beckoned Harry towards her.
“I guess if this is the direction we’re heading,” said Luna with mock disinterest, “I suppose I could fuck Hermione.”
“Yes, please!” Said Hermione, swimming quickly towards Luna, shedding her bikini as she came.
What followed was a fairly tender session. Harry and Hermione licked and sucked their mistresses, and Luna let Hermione ride her to a mutual orgasm. They were relaxing on their lounge chairs when Harry noticed a buzzing coming from Hermione’s discarded robe. Knowing what he’d find, he pulled out the coin Malofy had given her. His face fell, but Hermione’s brightened as the looked at the words:
Mudblood. Come to the dungeons. Now.
Hermione beamed and pulled Harry in for a kiss.
“I’ll see you later, Harry!” She said, conjuring her clothes and wig back in place. She gave him a quick kiss and dashed away.
Harry sat there, his cock throbbing excitedly in its cage, imagining what Draco would do to Hermione. Would it just be a quick piss or would it be something more? Would she bring back a sloppy pussy for him to clean? Would he be summoned to join her? He checked his own coin, but saw nothing.
“Feeling left out?” Asked Ginny. Harry nodded.
“Not to worry,” said Luna. “Lie back.”
Harry obeyed and Luna straddled his chest, leaning down to kiss him.
“You’re such a good pet, Harry,” she said. Ginny was untying Harry’s thong and sliding the plug out of his ass. “You’re obedient, and compliant, and you love everything that’s asked of you.” He blushed at the praise and then gasped at the feeling of Ginny’s tongue on his hole. Luna continued. “And you appreciate Hermione’s needs. Cormac awoke something in her…she’s always been so in-control and focused, but it’s been at the cost of her sexuality. Now she can be submissive and give in to her urges, and you encourage and support her in that.” She nibbled his lip. “I admire that. You deserve a reward, my good boy. Lick my cock.”
Luna slid further up so that he could lick the head of her cock. Meanwhile, Ginny had slid two fingers into his ass and was pumping gently. Harry licked worshipfully at Luna’s cock, enjoying her unique flavor and the depth of his submission to her. She shifted slightly so he could take her into his mouth fully. Ginny was still fingering his ass, and his cock strained in its cage. He was in heaven.
“Switch places, Gin?” Asked Luna. Ginny moved to where Luna had been, placing her perfect pink asshole over Harry’s eager mouth. Harry lifted his legs into the air to make way for Luna’s cock, which slid easily into his ass, filling him to just the right degree. There was something special about the way Luna’s cock felt in him. Something right.
She began to thrust, and Harry moaned in pleasure even as he began to worship Ginny’s ass.
“Fuck me, Mistress!” He whined between licks. Luna obliged, pistoning into his ass faster and deeper, her little cock perfectly rubbing against his prostate.
“Can I cum, Mistress?” He begged.
“Of course, my little slut,” said Luna, and Harry spasmed, his cock leaking cum out in a long dribble that seemed to go on forever. Luna slammed her hips into his a few more times and he felt her begin to fill his ass with cum. Ginny rolled off him and kissed him on the mouth.
“You’re such a good boy, Harry,” she said as Luna replaced the plug in Harry’s ass and started to lick his cum from where it had pooled around his cage. With a mouthful of cum, Luna slid up to kiss Harry, too, sharing his load with him.
They cuddled on either side of him, gently tickling and massaging his nipples as he drifted off for another nap.
Hermione, meanwhile, was hurtling to the dungeons. She skidded to a halt outside the requested room and knocked on the thick wood door. It swung open and she entered.
“Took you long enough, Granger,” growled Malfoy, who stood in the center of the room.
Hermione knelt and bowed her head.
“Forgive me, master. I was with Mistress Ginny, and…”
“No excuses. Your plug would have vibrated, too, even if you weren’t near your coin. Strip.”
Hermione quickly shed her clothes.
“Wig, too.”
She obeyed.
“You’ll need to be punished, of course, won’t you.”
“Yes, master.”
“Good. You’ll refer to yourself as a toilet whenever you’re addressed by me. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
Draco nodded and waved his wand, summoning thin chains which attached to the rings in her nose, nipples, and clit, joining the other ends to a leather leash that he held. He hung a sign reading “TOILET” from her nipple rings as well, the added weight making her moan.
“I told the other Slytherins that I’d have a surprise for them in the dormitory bathroom today,” he raised a finger at Hermione’s panicked gaze. “I know that I promised Cormac to keep your identity secret, so you’re going to be masked, but you’re going to spend the entire afternoon drinking piss. Any questions?”
Hermione shook her head.
“This toilet understands, master.”
Her pussy was practically gushing. Draco tapped a brick on the wall with his wand and a doorway opened into a white tiled room. He tugged the leash and Hermione crawled after him as the chains tugged tight on her piercings. In the bathroom — the dungeon must be adjacent to the Slytherin dormitories — he secured her into a set of shackles on the floor, holding her in a kneeling position with her hands behind her back. He let the leash dangle in front of her and produced a large dildo, which he rested on the floor beneath her pussy.
“You’ll ride that whenever you’re not drinking the piss of your betters. Understand?”
“This toilet understands, master.”
“Excellent. And you are not permitted to cum, either.” He produced a leather hood which he secured over her eyes and head, and a large spider gag which he shoved into her mouth. In combination with the lack of hair and the piercings, no one would ever guess that the slut they were using as a urinal was Hermione Granger.
“Head up, urinal,” he said, grabbing the leash and giving it a tug. She obeyed, rising high on the dildo as Draco inserted his cock into her gaping mouth. He was rock hard, and his cock forced its full length into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his shaft as he fucked her throat and ground herself hungrily against the dildo stretching her cunt.
“Take it, you filthy mudblood,” growled Malfoy, thrusting harder. Hermione coughed and a gout of phlegm leaked out around his cock. He scooped some up and rubbed it on her shining bald head as more dripped down onto her tits. “Fucking filthy whore. McClaggen should have you turning tricks for a knut in Knockturn Alley. You like the idea, don’t you?” He asked, noticing Hermione’s increased efforts on both the dildo and his cock. “Knees in the dirt while some fat, filthy slob shoves a cock in your gob?” He laughed and pulled his cock out, jerking it onto her face, the cum joining the mascara tinted tears leaking out from under the blindfold.
“Ease…aster…et..ith…oiyet…cum!” Hermione tried to plead around her gag. Draco simply draped his limp, slimy cock across her face and laughed.
“Not until we’re done with you. You’re allowed to cum when you go back to Potter with a belly full of Slytherin piss and cum. Speaking of…”
He poked her belly with his wand and then slipped his cock back into her mouth and began to piss.
“That spell I just cast won’t let anything out of your stomach until you cum. Now swallow this piss.”
She swallowed it all, obediently, doing her best not to let any spill, though some did leak out onto her chest. He must have been holding his piss in all day, since the flow went on, and on, and on. Just as the flow was ebbing, she heard a door open.
“Holy shit, Draco,” came a voice she didn’t recognize. “I thought you were bullshitting, but you really got a mudblood to come be our toilet? Fucking amazing, man!”
“Why would I lie? Come take it for a spin. Use its mouth, too.”
He finished pissing and stepped back. Hermione heard footsteps approach and then a stream of piss hit her in the face. The stream soaked her for a few seconds before centering on her open mouth. A small cock rested on her tongue as piss flowed straight down her throat. She began massaging the cock with her tongue, and even as the stream began to abate, the cock started to harden under her ministrations. Fully hard, it was no more than six inches long, but its owner thrust as hard and deep as he could.
“Fucking take my cock, mudblood!” He growled. Almost immediately he grunted and started cumming. He pulled out so he could shoots most of his load on her breasts. “Aw, yeah! That’s where you belong, mudlood. On your knees and covered in cum!”
Hermione moaned as the footsteps retreated and began bouncing on the dildo as she’d been ordered. Not cumming was going to take all of her concentration. So engrossed was she, that she didn’t hear the three sets of feet entering the room. She was pulled back to the present by a sharp tug at her leash, pulling all four piercings taught at once and nearly making her cum.
“Look at this whore!” Said another unfamiliar voice. “Well done, Draco. Bet it’s not really a mudblood, but who fucking cares.”
“I don’t know about you two idiots,” said a gruff voice, “but I’m going to pretend its Granger while I piss in her stomach.”
“Pah,” said the third voice, “who wants Granger? Fucking filthy mudblood. Since she’s in a hood, I can pretend it’s whoever I want it to be, and I’m not wasting that on Potter’s little pet. Lavender Brown, now…or Katie Bell…”
The owner of the third voice groaned in satisfaction, slipping a large, and very hard cock into Hermione’s mouth.
***
Hermione staggered back to the Gryffindor common room, bypassing the raucous Great Hall. Under her robe, her belly strained under her robe, magically engorged with what had to be several gallons of piss and cum. Without Draco’s spell, she would certainly have been vomiting piss for the last several hours of that exquisite torment. She desperately needed to pee herself, but had to wait until Harry made her cum. The problem was, she didn’t know where he was! She hoped he was in the common room or his dorm, waiting for her, but if he was in the Great Hall, she’d have to wait. There was no way she could walk into that room looking like she was pregnant. Besides, she knew she smelled of piss and cum, and wouldn’t be able to sit down.
She climbed the stairs slowly, so as not to disturb her straining bladder, and almost came on the spot when she saw Harry headed her way. She grabbed him and kissed him hard.
“Hermione…” he began, eyes going wide at the sight of her stomach and the taste of cum and piss that lingered in her mouth.
“No time,” she gasped, “Room of Requirement. Now!”
“Luna’s using it with Neville,” said Harry, and Hermione growled.
“Fine. Prefect’s bathroom.”
They hurried — or as much as Hermione could manage — to the Prefect’s bath. Harry opened the door and found the large chamber mercifully empty. Hermione quickly dragged him towards the basin of the large central tub. On the way, she flicked her wand at the door, locking it, and then magically banished her clothes and her wig.
“It was so fucking hot, Harry!” She said, rubbing her bright red pussy. “They had me shackled in the bathroom for six hours! I loved every second of it, but I need to cum so badly! I want you to piss on me, too!” She tugged his shirt off and clawed at his trousers, pulling them down his legs to expose his frilly pink knickers and stockings. She knelt at his feet and pulled his caged cock out from the panties.
“Hermione…”
“Fucking piss on me already, Harry! I need it!”
Harry let loose, piss spraying erratically from his caged cock. Hermione caught much of it in her mouth, but let it drench her entire body as well. When his stream ebbed, Hermione rose, and urged him into the tub.
“Lie down, Harry,” she ordered, and mounted his face. “Give me that beautiful tongue. That’s it! Fuck!”
She was so close to the edge already that the first touch of Harry’s talented tongue sent her over. She began to cum, and her bladder let loose. With the magical bindings loose, the piss in her stomach seemed to slide straight into her bladder and out onto Harry. The torrent went on for long minutes, as Harry spluttered and gagged, held in place by Hermione’s tightly clenched thighs.
With a last, shuddering gasp, Hermione collapsed next to Harry in the center of a shallow pool of urnine.
“That was fucking amazing,” she said, leaned over to kiss Harry on the cheek, “but we should get cleaned up.” She giggled. “Good thing we’re already in the bath!”
Laughing, they vanished the rest of their clothes and soaked peacefully in warm soapy water.
“We should probably get back up to the dormitories,” Harry suggested after a while. “Dinner will be over soon, and we don’t want to get caught in here together.”
“Probably a good idea,” murmured Hermione. “Just one more orgasm…”
She grabbed her wand and muttered the incantation for the Bubblehead Charm. Harry grinned through the thin membrane of magic, knowing exactly what she had in mind. He ducked under the water and brought his mouth to the cleft between Hermione’s legs. His tongue made its way through the membrane and he got to work, breathing through his nose from the safety of his bubble.
Hermione’s hands tangled in his hair, holding him in place and he became aware that her upper body was moving. The bubbles prevented him from seeing above the water, but he was familiar enough with her motions to know that she was sucking a cock: someone else had come into the bathroom! He continued licking and kissing her clit until, after several more minutes, she bucked her hips and drew him up out of the water, dispelling the charm and pulling him into a kiss. He wasn’t surprised in the least when she passed a load of cum into his mouth. When they pulled apart, he swallowed.
“Who?” He asked, and Hermione giggled.
“Can’t you guess by the taste?”
Harry thought for a moment, not realizing that he had catalogued how the cum of different boys tasted. It was certainly one he’d tasted regularly.
“Blaise?” He guessed.
“Nope. Try again.”
“Dean?”
She nodded grinning mischievously as they dressed.
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