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Ceding Control (formerly Goddess of the Moon)	By : Wimp36 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 274039 -:- Recommendations : 15 -:- Currently Reading : 24
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Chapter 23: The New Normal and a New Strange

Classes started again the next day, and Harry found himself on his knees in a toilet stall with Hermione as the sun rose, servicing a string of anonymous cocks. Just as they were about to head to breakfast, the coin in his pocket and the plug in his ass began to vibrate. He pulled out the coin and glanced at it.

Your turn, Potter. Moaning Myrtle’s Toilet.

Harry looked at Hermione.

“I guess I’ll see you in Herbology,” he said, giving her a quick, but deep kiss. “Bring me a bacon sandwich?”

“Sure thing,” she said, and gave his butt a pinch as he rushed off.

Daphne stood waiting for him just inside the door. Myrtle was, thankfully, nowhere to be seen.

“Good. The coin worked. Clothes off. On your knees.”

Harry obeyed. For some reason, he never thought to use magic to aid the process, which often resulted (as it did this time) in him bouncing around clumsily while trying to pull off his trousers, while any observers laughed. Daphne didn’t seem to be in the laughing mood.

“Merlin’s tits, Potter,” she said, banishing her own clothing with a charm. “You can leave the panties on, if you have that much trouble getting out of your clothes. I wish your head would stay shaved, too…I like the idea of bald slaves, but I’ll take what I get. Speaking of: I need to cum, but Draco went off the fuck Chang, so I’m stuck with your tongue: get it in my pussy now.”

“Yes, Mistress,” said Harry, complying eagerly. Daphne had a gorgeous pussy, and he loved every bit of eating pussy. Getting pissed on he liked for the humiliation and submission of it…definitely not for the flavor.

“Don’t worry,” she said as he got to work. “I need to piss, too. There’s just no point in letting that magnificent tongue go to waste. If you weren’t a Gryffindor and a half-blood, I might make you my pet full time…take you away from Lovegood and Weasley. I’d even let you keep the mudblood since Cormac’s such a pig. That’s it! Lick it! Eat my cunt! Fuck yes!”

Daphne collapsed against the sink, just barely managing to hold herself up as her orgasm weakened her knees.

“I’m serious Potter,” she said, running fingers through his hair, “We’d just need aa big-dicked butler, and you’d be husband material. Well…you would if everyone didn’t already know about your baby dick. Now open up: I gotta piss.”

The first sprays of piss hit him in the face, and quickly soaked him from head to toe. He swallowed plenty, but Daphne seemed determined to make as big a mess of him as she could. He swallowed a final mouthful and looked up at her smirking face.

“You’re a mess Potter, and this place is filthy. Get it cleaned up. And come to lunch with your invisibility cloak today. I have plans for you.”

She summoned her clothes back and stalked out, not bothering to make sure there was no one in the corridor before she flung the door wide. Thankfully, there wasn’t anyone to see. Harry knelt in a puddle of urine, his cock straining painfully in its cage. He bent over and had begun slurping Daphne’s piss off the flagstones when he realized that she hadn’t ordered him to drink it: just to clean it up. Since he was probably going to be late to class as it was, he cast a quick cleaning spell and conjured his clothes back on before snatching up his bag and sprinting out the door, and straight into Professor McGonagall.

“Potter!” She gasped, affronted. “What were you doing in a girl’s toilet?”

Harry’s mind spun faster than it ever had before, and thankfully landed on an acceptable answer.

“I’m sorry professor,” he said. “I thought I heard Myrtle crying, so I went to see if I could cheer her up. Someone spilled, um…you know…on the floor. I cleaned it up for her.”

McGonagall looked at him almost approvingly.

“A kind thought, Potter, but in the future: get a teacher, or ask one of the female students to check on Myrtle. I know the bathroom is meant to be closed, but some students do still use it. Now get to class: you’re going to be late.”

“Yes, Mis—er, Professor!” He said, dashing towards the entrance hall. Had he really almost called Professor McGonagall “Mistress?”

He careened into the greenhouse just as the bell sounded for the start of class, earning a disapproving look from Professor Sprout when the door slammed loudly. He blurted an apology and took a seat next to Hermione, who gave him a stack of napkin-wrapped sandwiches.

He began to eat as Professor Sprout began her explanation of the day’s task: a rather mundane session of planting, repotting, and pruning. Harry’s attention was largely given over to eating. After Herbology came Care of Magical Creatures.

As they were trekking across the lawn, Harry felt his buttplug vibrate, and, from the little jump Hermione gave, hers had, too. They pulled out their coins to see identical messages: Slaves. Come to the Boathouse. Now.

Since they had fifteen minutes between classes, many of the other students had dispersed, wandering around the grounds or running back to the castle for a quick snack or to collect forgotten books. Harry and Hermione peeled away from Ronnie, Seamus, Dean, and Neville and trotted down to the lake. As soon as they entered the boathouse, they heard Malfoy’s drawling voice.

“Evanesco,” he said, calmly, and Harry and Hermione found themselves in nothing but their underwear. A second spell made their collars visible. Hermione’s bald head caught and reflected the dim light from the grimy windows. “Hello, slaves. On your knees.”

Obediently, Harry and Hermione knelt and Draco and Blaise stepped out from the shadows.

“Which one do you want, Blaise?”

“I’ll take Granger,” he said. “I don’t give a toss that she’s a mudblood…she’s the best cocksucker in the school.”

“Fine. Potter, get over here. Worship your master.”

Harry moved into position and took Draco’s cock in his mouth, sucking passionately and skillfully. Malfoy groaned in pleasure as Harry’s tongue coiled around his shaft.

“Damn, you suck a good cock, Potter. Blaise is right: the mudblood can suck like a dementor, but you’ve got some talent, too. Fuck!”

He tightened his grip in Harry’s hair and came, filling Harry’s mouth with his cum. Blaise was close behind him.

“Neither of you swallow,” ordered Malfoy. “Keep it in your mouths until you get to class: you can swallow when Hagrid greets you. Not before.”

He tucked himself away and stalked off, laughing, towards Hagrid’s hut. Blaise smiled down at Hermione.

“I think you should come see me and Professor Sinistra after lunch today, Granger. You have a free period, don’t you?”

She nodded, her cheeks bulging a little from the volume of his seed.

“Good girl. Let me help you two with your clothes.” He waved his wand and the two found them selves reclothed, and Hermione’s wig was back in place. With another grin, Blaise left. Harry and Hermione followed, hand in hand. Harry swirled the cum around in his mouth, pensively, relishing the flavor and the submission that it represented.

“Hi, Harry! Hi, Hermione!” Came a bright, cheery voice from behind them, suddenly. Both jumped, and Harry nearly spat out his mouthful of cum, before remembering his orders not to and clamping his mouth shut. They both wheeled around to see Hannah Abbott coming towards them. “Having a snog in the boathouse, you naughty things?” She laughed.

“Hi, Hannah,” said Hermione, a little thickly. Harry was impressed that she could talk at all without dribbling cum out onto herself.

“Did you hurt your mouth, Hermione?” Asked Hannah, concernedly. “Your voice sounds a little odd.”

“I’m fine. It’s just a toothache.” A small amount of cum dribbled out of her mouth, but she caught it on a finger and sucked it off before Hannah noticed.

“I hate toothaches,” Hannah continued, obliviously. “I bit into an olive with a pit in it the other day, and my tooth hurt for hours! Oh! Look! Hagrid has another baby unicorn!”

Indeed, Hagrid stood in front of his hut with a lovely golden unicorn foal. Hannah joined the other girls in the class in racing towards the gorgeous creature. Harry watched her jog away, her robe and skirt briefly puffing up as she hopped down the hill, exposing pale and pleasantly plump legs.

“Mornin’ Harry! ‘Ermione!” Said Hagrid, waving to them. Harry and Hermione eagerly swallowed the cum in their mouths before greeting Hagrid. Hermione joined the girls nearer the creature, remembering that young unicorns like girls better than boys. Ronnie held back with the boys, seemingly unsure.

“S’all right, Ronnie,” boomed Hagrid. “Yer a girl now an’ all. He ought not to mind ya too much. The rest of you lads can come up one at a time. This one’s young enough that he might not mind yer in ones an’ twos.”

Ronnie approached the young unicorn, which lipped his hand in a friendly way. Harry came closer, too, a little nervously. The foal looked at him appraisingly before ducking its head and allowing Harry to scratch its ears. Malfoy started coming over, but almost at once the unicorn reared up on its small legs and let out a plaintive neigh.

“Better not, Draco,” said Hagrid. “Leastwise not while its already lettin’ a lad touch it already.”

Draco backed off, laughing.

“Maybe it knows Potter isn’t much of a man,” he said to some general laughter. Hagrid frowned at him, but also looked appraisingly at Harry, who was still petting the small creature, though blushing furiously.

“What about you, Neville?” Asked Hagrid. “You had okay luck with them the last time we had unicorns.”

Neville shrugged and took a few steps towards the unicorn. Harry and the girls backed away a little in case it panicked again. Rather than rearing and screaming, the beautiful creature ducked its head low and bent its front legs, like a Hipogriff bowing. It kept going until its horn rested on the ground at Neville’s feet.

“Well I never,” rumbled Hagrid, “She’s submittin’ ter ya, Neville! I never seen the like. Must be all that muscle ye packed on over the summer.” He clapped Neville on the shoulder, nearly buckling his knees. Malfoy and a few others sniggered, while some of the girls looked at him appraisingly. Harry distinctly saw Hannah Abbott rub her legs together while biting her lower lip. Hermione saw it, too, and smirked.

“A galleon says they get at it by tonight,” she whispered.

“Tonight?” Said Harry, amused and aroused. “Two says it’s before lunch.”

Hermione giggled.

As the class ended, Daphne made a pretense of petting the unicorn once more so she could whisper to Harry.

“Put your cloak on somewhere out of sight and then find me in the entrance hall before lunch, Potter.”

She marched away, with no one but Hermione hearing her. As they made their way back to the castle they watched Hannah race to catch up with Neville, clutching his arm and whispering. The two made their way quickly into the castle. Wordlessly, but enthusiastically, Harry and Hermione followed, Harry suspecting that he was about to win their bet. Hagrid had let them out of class a few minutes early, so they had almost half an hour before they were due in Transfiguration: plenty of time for a little voyeurism, and, since Harry had his invisibility cloak in his bag, it was too good an opportunity to pass up. They followed Neville and Hannah towards the kitchens, where they turned aside at the door to a disused storage area. They were disappointed to find the door shut firmly behind the pair, but Hermione, as usual had a solution. She muttered a quick incantation and touched her wand to the door, then to her and Harry’s foreheads. Suddenly, they could both see and hear what was happening in the room.

“What spell was that?” Asked Harry.

“One I invented,” said Hermione, proudly. “Hush!”

Inside the room Neville had Hannah up on a worktable, her legs wrapped around him and her blouse unbuttoned. As Neville nuzzled at her neck and kneaded her breasts, Hannah’s hands worked at his belt.

“Fuck,” she groaned, feeling his cock through his trousers, “Hagrid was right…you’re definitely hung like a horse!” She stopped to giggle. “I wonder what that says about Harry?” She slid his belt free from the loops and attacked the button holding his fly shut.

“Let’s not talk about Harry,” said Neville, ripping her shirt open the rest of the way and letting her impressively large breasts tumble free. “You’ve got great tits, Hannah!”

“Thanks…you’ve got a nice cock! I don’t know if I can take it, but I sure want to try!”

“Let’s try then. Whose cock have you had?”

Hannah giggled and slipped off the table and onto her knees.

“Just Ernie’s. It’s nice enough, but it’s got nothing on this bad boy! Holy shit! It’s not even hard yet? I can fix that.”

They watched, transfixed, as Hannah shrugged out of her open shirt and enveloped Neville’s semi-hard cock between her breasts, rubbing them up and down his shaft. By the time he was hard, she could easily reach down to take the head of his cock in her mouth.

“Get your knickers off, Hannah,” grunted Neville. “I’m going to fuck you silly.”

“No knickers here, Nev,” said Hannah. She hopped up and bent over the table, flipping up her skirt to reveal a round bottom and a lack of panties. Hermione was fingering herself furiously and rubbing one of her breasts through her blouse. Neville positioned himself behind Hannah and slid his entire length into her in one slow thrust.

“Fuck!” She panted as his balls pressed into her hips. “Fuck me, Neville! Fuck me!”

Neville began to thrust into her, quickly eliciting gasps and moans of extreme pleasure. Within moments she was shrieking in ecstasy as her orgasm washed over her. Hermione shoved Harry to his knees so he could pleasure her with his tongue, and soon she was cumming too, her gaze transfixed on the sight of Neville adding another girl to his harem. Harry tried to stimulate his prostate with his plug, but in the confined space, and with the need to keep out of sight, it was no use.

In the room, he could hear the telltale sounds of Neville reaching his climax, and Hannah begging for him to cum in her pussy. Neville obliged with a roar like a bull, and Hermione clutched Harry’s head tight as she came again.

“We should get to class!” She said, suddenly. “We’re going to be late!”

Harry wiped his face on a handkerchief and stuffed the cloak back into his bag as they raced up to the Transfiguration classroom, arriving just as the bell tolled to mark the start of class, earning them a raised eyebrow from Professor McGonnagall, who also sniffed at the sight of empty seats where Neville and Hannah should be. When those two arrived, panting, red-faced, and five minutes late, McGonnogall stopped her lecture to glare at them.

“May I ask, Mr. Longbottom, Miss Abbott…why you look as though you just ran two miles?”

“Sorry, Professor,” said Hannah, all wide-eyed innocence. “Peeves was throwing candles at students, and I fell into the vanishing step trying to avoid one…I got stuck. Neville found me and helped me get off…I mean, out, and then we ran up her as fast as we could.”

McGonnogall raised her eyebrows again.

“Quite the day for chivalry, it seems,” she said, looking a Harry, briefly. “Very well. Take your seats. Longbottom: I think you would have been late even without stopping to help Miss Abbott. Professor Sinistra has asked for some help with adjustments to the astronomical clock. That seems a fitting punishment for tardiness, if you ask me. Report to her after supper tonight.”

Neville took his seat, grinning broadly behind the professor’s back. Harry knew perfectly well that no work whatsoever would be done on the clock that night.

***

When Transfiguration let out for lunch, everyone streamed towards the Great Hall. Harry ducked into an alcove to pull his cloak on, and shrank his bag so it would fit in Hermione’s. As soon as they descended the stairs into the entrance hall, Harry caught sight of Daphne and made his way towards her.

“Erm, Mistress?”

“Good boy,” said Daphne, simply. “Follow me, and crawl under the table. You’ll lick my pussy all the way through lunch. If I put my hand on your head, slow down. If I tug your ear, get ready for me to piss. If you let a single drop escape, you’ll regret it. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Harry eagerly followed Daphne into the Great Hall, sticking close to her heels until she slid onto a bench. Harry crawled under the table until he was in front of her — thankfully, the benches weren’t too full, so there wasn’t much risk of getting in front of the wrong girl. When she felt him positioning himself, she spread her legs slightly, revealing her blonde-haired pussy. He slipped the cloak up to expose his head and began to lap at her folds. The table gradually filled up around them, and he could hear the conversation.

“…you’re only jealous, Bulstrode,” said Daphne. “Even I have to admit that Weasley is right fit as a girl.”

“What? You want a little carpet munch from that Ginge?” Replied Millicent Bulstrode.

“I’d go for Potter first. I reckon Granger’s got him good and trained up in that department, by now.”

“Ha!” Came a male voice Harry couldn’t place (though he knew it belonged to a boy who’d like fucking Hermione’s ass in the glory hole). “Too true! Granger probably needs a properly huge cock…those mud bloods are all looser than a two knut whore, and there’s no way a pretty boy like Potter has anything to offer in that department.”

“I don’t know,” added another voice. “Granger might be a mudblood, but she’s a total prig. Bet she’s still as tight as a virgin. Probably doesn’t even let Potter fuck her. Man, I’d love to shove my cock in her shitter…scream like a banshee, she would.”

“From your little todger, Brode?” Replied Pansy’s voice. “As if any girl would get within a yard of your stench, anyway. And I bet Potter’s got some hidden artillery. I mean, we’ve all seen him in his Quidditch gear, so we know it isn’t a beater’s bat or anything…but he’s got the look of a man who can get the job done. And Granger…”

“Parkinson’s got a crush on Potty and the mudblood!”

“As if Perfect Princess Parkinson would let a mudblood or a half-breed touch her,” came Tracy’s voice. “No harm in looking, but honestly, Pans, Potter? You see how he follows her around like a house elf? I bet he’s hung like a grape.”

The conversation continued, with speculation about the size of his cock, whether Ronnie and Seamus had been fucking before Ronnie’s transformation, who took it in the ass…

By the time students started to drift off, Daphne had cum four times in near silence. She shifted, and Harry thought she was preparing to leave, but she tugged his ear, and he only just had time to clamp his mouth over her pussy before a stream of piss began to trickle out. Daphne started slowly, and Harry eagerly drank her golden nectar, but the flow increased to a torrent that he could barely keep up with. When the stream died away, Harry licked Daphne clean as she rose and departed with her friends.

He knelt on the cold stone of the floor for a time while the benches emptied trying in vain to stimulate his cock, which was straining painfully at his cage. He wished he had the courage to make himself cum on his own, but he just knew that someone would find out and jinx him so he couldn’t cum at all. Better to find someone to help him out.

Hermione would be with Blaise and Sinistra, but Harry had no idea where they were meeting, or if he’d be invited to join in. He had two free periods, so he decided to wander aimlessly under the cloak and hope he found someone to help him out. He was almost back to the Gryffindor common room when he spotted Cho walking towards him. He ducked into an alcove to remove the cloak and cleanse his mouth and face — he only remembered at the last second that he would smell and taste like piss at the moment — and stepped out.

“Hi, Cho,” he said, a little nervously. Things were less awkward between them now than they had been, but he still occasionally remembered their disastrous dates the year before.

“Hi, Harry!” She said, cheerily. “Free period?”

“Yup. You?”

“Yeah. Nothing to do. I was looking for Cormac or Roger, but I think they have class. I just saw Hermione and Blaise…” she trailed off, moaning a bit. “And now I’m so fucking horny…oh! Follow me, Harry!”

She grabbed his hand and raced off, Harry struggling to keep up. This was going better than he could have hoped. She led him quickly to one of the Charms workrooms on the top floor of the castle and unlocked the door with her wand.

“This is my NEWTs Charms project,” she said, proudly, waving her arm at a large mirror in a silver frame. “I modeled it on the Mirror of Erised, but this one can show any desire, not just your deepest desire. I pitched it as a way to observe dark wizards, but I can’t get it to show anything more than a mile away, or make sound, and its keyed so that it’ll only work for me. Right now, what I desire to see is…”

The mirror shimmered and refocused on a scene that Harry knew must be taking place a few floors below them. Hermione and Sinistra, dressed in matching red lingerie and collars knelt at the feet of Blaise and Dean, worshipfully sucking their cocks. Both women had their hands bound behind their backs and had both been made to remove their wigs, shaved heads glistening in the light.

“Merlin,” said Cho, starting to tear her clothes off, “Hermione looks so hot without hair…maybe I should shave my head. Clothes off, Harry. On your knees.” Harry started to strip, ogling Cho’s gorgeous body as he did. “Leave the stockings and panties, Harry,” she added.

Harry knelt and Cho summoned a magicked strapon, which fused seamlessly to her hairless pussy. She rubbed it across Harry’s face before sliding it into his eagerly waiting mouth.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “How’d you get so good at sucking cock, Harry? You sure you didn’t start before this year?”

She didn’t wait for an answer, simply thrusting into his throat with a sigh of contentment. In the mirror, Hermione was licking Blaise’s balls while Professor Sinistra rimmed him. Dean was crouching behind Hermione, fingering her dripping pussy and stroking his cock. Cho’s thrusting intensified as Dean slid his cock into Hermione’ cunt. Blaise leaned back onto a sofa as Sinistra climbed into his lap and slid his cock into her asshole. Blaise raised his legs so Hermione could resume his rim job.

“So fucking hot…” grunted Cho, grabbing fistfuls of Harry’s hair and handles so she could fuck him harder. “Bend over Harry! Ass up!”

Harry obeyed and Cho tugged his panties aside, yanked out his plug, and jammed her cock into his ass. He knew he couldn’t possibly last long under the circumstances.

“Can I cum, Cho?” He begged.

“I don’t fucking care,” snarled Cho, slamming into him with abandon.

Harry groaned as his ass spasmed around her plundering cock, and his own meager appendage spurted watery cum onto the floor beneath him. Cho ignored him entirely, except to occasionally slap one of his upturned cheeks. Her eyes were fixed on the scene in the mirror, which now showed the two men double-teaming Professor Sinistra while Hermione licked Blaise’s feet.

Harry’s cock continued to leak and Cho, who hadn’t slowed down even a little, was clearly nearing her own climax as they watched Hermione suck Blaise’s cock straight out of the professor’s ass while fingering herself furiously. Finally, with a shuddering gasp, Cho stiffened and Harry felt the familiar sensation of cum flooding his bowels. Cho pulled out and he collapsed to the floor in a boneless heap, still twitching from what felt like single continuous orgasm. He could feel cum leaking from his hole onto the stone floor as he glanced first at the mirror, which showed Hermione sucking cum out of Professor Sinistra’s ass, and then at Cho, who was smirking while she removed her strapon.

“Looks like Hermione’s just about done,” she said, “why don’t you go catch up with her. I need to get back to work on this.”

Harry got dressed quickly and hurried out of the room in the direction of the Charms room for his next class. He met Hermione in the hall with several minutes to spare before class started. He had just exchanged a brief kiss with her when he felt his plug vibrate. Draco had just walked by and ducked into a little used side passage, so he barely had to consult the coin to know where he was expected to be.

“Good sluts,” said Malfoy, as soon as the pair followed him out of sight of the main corridor. “On your knees. Faces together, and mouths open. I haven’t got all day.”

“Yes, Master,” said Hermione, kneeling gracefully and staring up at Malfoy, mouth open. Harry followed her lead.

“You’re learning…good,” said Malfoy, as he fished his cock out of his pants. Without any additional preamble, he let loose a torrent of acrid piss, soaking their hair, faces, and clothes. “Swallow,” he ordered. Once he’d been obeyed, he repeated this several more times before his bladder was empty. “Clean me off Granger,” he added, and Hermione took his cock in her mouth to lick off the final vestiges of urine. “Good slaves. Kiss my feet.”

Still kneeling in a puddle of urine, both Harry and Hermione bent down to kiss Draco’s shoes. He laughed and took out his wand.

“Evanesco,” he said, vanishing most of the urine from them and the floor. “Time for class,” he said, walking away.

Harry helped Hermione to her feet and the two followed Draco into the Charms classroom, where they sat near the back of the room. A few feet away, Ronnie and Seamus were seated close together, with Ronnie’s hand pumping surreptitiously beneath the table.

As Professor Flitwick began his lecture, Draco — who sat a few rows in front of them — began to flourish his wand and mutter under his breath. He was quite obvious, and Flitwick noticed after a moment.

“Am I boring you, Mr. Malfoy?”

“No, Professor,” he said, in his best arrogant, yet eager-to-please kiss-ass drawl. “I apologize, it’s just that there’s a bit of a smell…urine…I think…and the banishing charm won’t get rid of it.”

Harry felt his face turning red even as his cock swelled in its permanent prison. Hermione rubbed her thighs together. Flitwick gave a sniff.

“I see, Mr. Malfoy,” he said. “I believe I smell a whiff of urine as well. Quite unclean of someone…or perhaps it’s just Peeves. Now’s as good a time as any to learn a new charm, I suppose…”

He segued into a lecture on a charm to remove unpleasant aromas, which the class practiced for the remainder of the lecture, with Draco shooting sneering grins at Harry and Hermione.

After their final class of the day let out, Harry wandered aimlessly through the halls. Hermione had been summoned by Daphne, and he was at a slight loss for what to do. Knowing what Hermione must be up to made him quite horny, so he made his way back to Gryffindor tower with the expectation that someone is his dorm was likely to be fucking at the moment and that he might be able to join in in some way, even if no one used his ass. He was in luck, walking into the dorm to the sight of Ginny and Ronnie sucking Seamus’s cock while Luna sat on his bed stroking her cock.

“Hi, Harry!” She said, “you look flustered…need a cock in the ass?”

***

Hermione finally returned to the common room just before curfew. Her hair was mussed and her uniform was rumpled and askew. She plopped into an armchair next to Harry, who was absorbed in a game of wizard’s chess with Seamus, with a groan. Ronnie was curled up on the sofa next to Seamus, snoring lightly.

“Rough night, Hermione?” Asked Seamus, stroking Ronnie’s thigh.

“Yes, sir,” she said, twisting in her seat so that her legs dangled over the edge. “Harry, be a dear and rub my feet?” As Harry took off her shoes in order to comply, she continued. “Daphne had a little after dinner party for her friends, and wanted a maid to serve them. She had me walking around in ballet boots and a leather mask for hours, while they all took turns making my plug and panties vibrate without letting me cum.”

Hermione paused to moan as Harry’s skilled fingers eased tension out of her aching feet.

“When all of her friends left, she had me follow her to her room, and she and Draco started fucking, with me there to help…that was great,” a hand snaked into her visibly moist panties as she continued, “but the wouldn’t let me cum then, either! I haven’t seen Neville, or Cormac, or Blaise anywhere! Fuck! I need to fucking cum!”

She paused, and stared intently at Seamus.

“Fancy a shag, Seamus?”

He grinned back at her.

“Wish I could oblige, Hermione, but Ronnie and Ginny sucked the life out of little Seamus. I’m done for the night.”

Hermione glared around the nearly empty room, as if trying to will an adequate cock into existence.

“Go get your cloak and the map, Harry,” she ordered. “We’re going to find some cock for me!”

Harry dashed up to the dorm to collect the cloak and map eagerly, knowing that he’d at least be able to watch this time.

***

In what seemed to have been very little time the pair stood in front of the door to the Room of Requirement. The reality was that they had wandered the castle for nearly an hour, but had been unable to find a partner to Hermione’s satisfaction. Not there had been no hope at all.

No sooner had they left the tower than they had run into Zacharius Smith. Unfortunately, although the arrogant boy used one or the other of them most mornings, he had no memory that the pair of them were among Neville and Cormac’s coterie of sluts. For all that Hermione clearly wanted to shove the boy into a classroom and let him fuck her as close as possible to senseless, their orders were clear: no rumors.

A little later they found Professor Sinistra on patrol, which usually meant that following her would very quickly lead them to Blaise. Instead, she lead them to the staff room, where Professor Vector was waiting for her with a bottle of wine and a stack of essays to be graded. Turning aside from that failure, they roamed the halls to no avail.

“I could give it a try, Hermione,” said Harry. “You could use an engorgement charm and I could take some of Professor Slughorn’s potion?”

Hermione made an exasperated sound.

“No, Harry,” she said, though her voice fairly dripped with arousal, “that won’t work. I don’t have any of the option, and even if I did, I can’t open your cage anymore, remember? Goddamn it, sissy! I. Need. Cock!”

The last word rang slightly too much in the corridor, and they both winced. Harry glanced at the map and was relieved to find no dots in their vicinity, and none moving towards them.

“Cock-starved and invisible,” came an amused female voice from behind them. “A winning combination.”

Harry and Hermione jumped and whirled, coming face-to-face with a long thin painting. They both recognized it, as it was one of the few paintings in the castle that didn’t move. Or so they thought. The painting usually showed the figure of a masked woman shrouded in black cloth lying on a slab. The woman was still there, but now she sat up on the slab, black cloth falling aside to reveal glistening dark skin and large breasts. One hand was firmly between her legs. What normally looked like indistinct lumps scattered around the slab were moving, revealing themselves to be nude men and women.

“I have an idea where you can get what you need…I used to quite regularly in my day,” the woman purred.

Throwing caution to the wind, Hermione whipped off the cloak and stepped closer to the painting.

“Where!”

“Not even a question as to who I am?” Purred the woman. “I suppose you’re in a hurry, but I don’t often get the chance to cum…not in nearly twenty years.” She was rubbing quite vigorously between her legs now. “I used to teach here, you know. In the early 1200s. It was a very different place then. Anyway, one of the previous headmasters, oh…about a hundred years ago, decided that my painting was inappropriate for students. He charmed it to look benign unless someone within earshot was talking about sex.” Around the woman, the other figures were beginning to stir and to move towards her. “I haven’t been able to have any fun for so long…” she pulled the head of one of the male figures into her pussy. “You lot have just gotten too prudish!”

“You were going to suggest somewhere I can get fucked?” Hermione asked, interrupting what was quickly evolving into an orgy.

“Hmm? Oh. Yes!” Said the woman, grabbing the large cock of one of the men and beginning to stroke it. “Did you know that there’s a room in this castle that can give you anything you want?”

“I know about it,” said Hermione, stepping closer to the canvas, “but I need a real cock…not just a place to fuck or some toys!”

The woman grinned wickedly as she mounted one of the men in her painting.

“Did you know it can give you a way out of the castle? The centaurs in the forest are always quite willing to show a young filly a good time. There’s always the house elves as well, though they somewhat lack in the girth department…their tongues, on the other hand…” the woman trailed off, pulling a cock into her mouth.

Hermione’s hand made its way into her skirt. She hadn’t considered the centaurs, but now she couldn’t get the thought out of her head. Harry felt his cock swell in its prison at the thought.

The scene in the painting was becoming more and more outrageous, and louder as well. Harry could well understand why the painting had been charmed as it had. Suddenly, a door closed several corridors away.

“Someone’s coming!” Hissed Harry, looking at the map. “Fuck! It’s Snape! Come on, Hermione!”

With a last look at the painting — which was now a seething mass of sweaty bodies and a symphony of moans — the two ducked back under the cloak and slipped around the corner just as Snape’s voice interrupted the orgy.

“Not that I’m complaining about the show, Ishara, but kindly inform me who activated your portrait?”

His only answer was an orgasmic cry of delight.

“Well, finish up then, if you won’t answer. ”

Harry and Hermione slowly slid further up their passage, until they could safely sneak up the stairs towards the Room of Requirement.

***

“Are you sure about this, Mistress?” Asked Harry, cautiously, as Hermione paced in front of the door.

She glared at him; her eyes smoldering fiercely in her face.

“I told you, Harry. I need to get fucked, and if I have to sneak into the forest and ask the centaurs to do it, I will…can’t say I hadn’t thought of it before, but I didn’t know how to get out of the castle with guards on the doors at night.”

She swung open the door to the Room of Requirement, revealing a short corridor. They trotted down it to find another door that led to a forest glade. They stepped through.

“How will we get back?” Asked Harry, starting to follow.

“I made sure I thought of getting back in. The door should stay right where it is. See?”

The door had swung shut behind Harry and stood in thin air between two trees.

“Now,” said Hermione, “let’s find some centaurs!”

“And why,” asked a musical voice, “would you be looking for centaurs?”

The two youths spun around to find three of the creatures emerging from the trees. The one who had spoken was youthful looking and blonde-haired. He had a quizzical look on his face. The other two had very different looks on their faces. One, a brown-haired and tan-skinned centaur looked eager. The last one — a massive, dark-skinned centaur with jet black hair who Harry recognized as Bane — looked hungry.

“You’re a fool, Fleet,” said Bane, stepping forward. “You can smell the filly just as well as I can.” His voice dropped lower, almost a purr. “She’s dripping for us.”

The eager one licked his lips. Hermione trembled, letting out a small moan. Harry could see Bane’s shaft beginning to lengthen. Hermione saw it, too, and rather obviously rubbed her thighs together as Bane’s cock stiffened, fully engorged and easily the size off Harry’s forearm.

“And this one,” said the as-yet-unnamed centaur, prowling around Harry. “Looks like a male, but I can smell it on him…even a gelding has more manhood. This one is aching for centaur cock, too.”

“I bet they don’t even know the benefits,” said Bane, pawing the ground. “I bet they both hope it leaves them stretched out and ruined”

Hermione’s eyes widened.

“Centaur cum…” she murmured.

“Has a wonderfully restorative affect on human bodies,” said Fleet, starting to get into the mood of the moment, his cock, too, beginning to harden beneath him.

Hermione began shedding her clothes as the third centaur moved in on Harry, reaching for his robe. In a very short time, the two humans stood naked in the middle of the clearing, surrounded by three massive, and visibly aroused centaurs.

“I knew human cocks were small,” said the nameless centaur, mockingly, “but I assumed they would at least be proportional to their bodies.”

“This is much better than the toady woman that the herd brought in last year, eh, Howl?” said Fleet. The other centaur, who must be Howl, gave Harry’s ass a swat as he trotted by. Bane grunted as he ran dark hands over Hermione’s breasts.

“This used to be fairly common, you know,” he said to the other two. “When I was younger — three hundred years ago or so — wizards considered it good luck for their women to be deflowered by a centaur. Every fall we’d get a few dozen girls making their way into the forest so they could get fucked and then go to prospective fiancé’s with some extra luck. Of course, most of them kept coming back for more centaur cock.”

“Given the alternative,” said Howl, eying Harry’s caged cock, “I’m not surprised. Why’d they ever stop?”

“Got prudish,” said Bane, now cupping Hermione’s dripping vagina in a massive hand. “Too many muggle-borns coming in with all their Christian “morals.” Got the school to declare the forest out-of-bounds and forbade the older students to talk about the tradition. I’d love for it to restart, though.” He grunted and reared, exposing his shaft, fully. “Enough talk. Both of you, get over here. I haven’t had a human tongue on my cock in far too long.”

Watched by the other two centaurs, Harry and Hermione knelt beneath his bulk and, with no hesitation on Hermione’s part, and only a little on Harry’s, got to work. The two lovers licked and sucked up the length of the shaft, rubbing it with their hands so that they could stimulate more than the barest fraction of it. Hermione cupped and massaged the apple-sized balls that hung at the base of the shaft and then, to Harry’s amazement, and a guttural moan of pure pleasure, she took the head of the cock — a knob easily the size of his fist — into her mouth and forced several handspans worth of the shaft into her throat.

“By the Hooves of Chiron!” He grunted. Harry could see the outline of the cock reshaping Hermione’s throat.

“Quit hogging the humans, Bane!” Urged Howl.

“Right then,” panted Bane, as Hermione managed to take another few inches into her mouth before pulling back. “Prophecy Boy,” he clearly meant Harry, so he pulled his eyes off the spectacle before him and looked up. Bane gestured curtly towards the others and Harry crawled away, listening to Hermione gag slightly.

“You can start with me,” said Howl.

“And why do you get him first?” Demanded Fleet. “I’m the one who heard all the commotion!”

Harry had to dodge to the side as Howl lashed his hooves out angrily.

“Because you were too much of a fool to know that they wanted to mate. And because I have at least fifty years on you.”

The other centaur bared his teeth, and Harry was afraid that they would come to blows. Matters were somewhat solved by the arrival of Cho, sauntering nonchalantly into the glade.

“Hi, Harry!” She said cheerfully, then stopped, her eyes widening at the sight of Hermione. “Merlin’s balls! Is there any cock she can’t handle?”

“Cho! How’d you get out here?”

“I got the sound working on my mirror, and heard you two getting a tip to come to the forest. I knew I couldn’t follow through the Room of Requirement, but I know my way around a disillusionment charm.”

“Take the girl-boy,” growled Howl. “There is a third eager filly here for our seed.” He bent forward, his human parts drawing close to Cho’s face. “For my seed. Remove your garments, human.”

Cho complied quickly, practically throwing her naked self beneath the centaur to embrace his cock.

“Eyes on me, Harry Potter,” said Fleet, recapturing Harry’s attention. “I can tell from your smell that the one servicing Bane is your owner…but until I say otherwise, you belong to this…” he placed his front hooves on a nearby log, drawing up to expose his cock, which was nearly as large as Bane’s. Harry sank back to his knees and got to work.

Hermione was nearly incoherent with bliss. Bane had finally pulled himself from her throat — which felt pleasantly stretched in a way it hadn’t since her first night with Cormac — bent her over a stump, and rammed as much of his cock as he could fit into her cunt, which had eagerly accepted the massive intruder.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” She shrieked. “I’m going to cum, I’m…” words failed her as her first of what would be many orgasms washed through her.

Nearby, Cho, who had bypassed sucking Howl’s cock and gone straight for the main course, was nearing her own orgasm. Above Harry, Fleet grunted.

“That should do it. Bend over that log.” Harry gulped as he obeyed. Fleet’s cock was slippery with his spit, but he was afraid that no amount of lubrication would get the monstrosity into his ass. Fleet reached out to a nearby bush and broke off a branch. Harry thought, for a moment, that the branch was to be used to flog him, but not so. A gelatinous greenish-white liquid streamed from the branch. Fleet smeared the liquid onto Harry’s exposed anus, delving slippery fingers into the eagerly awaiting hole.

The fingers withdrew and Fleet’s bulk suddenly covered him, and something new pressed against his hole. Harry gritted his teeth as a cock-head like a fist pressed insistently into him. He grunted in pain as the cock entered, but almost immediately moaned as that pain transformed into pleasure. Fleet moaned as well.

“You have an excellent cunt, Harry Potter,” he said, almost reverently, though Harry could hardly hear him over Hermione and Cho’s orgasmic shrieks. A distant part of his mind hoped they were deep enough in the forest that no-one would hear.

The cock began to move, edging deeper with each thrust. Harry took hold of the discarded stick, collected a handful of the slippery sap and reached behind him, coating the dick with a thick layer of slime. Fleet increased his speed and soon had his entire cock — all twenty inches of it — poisoning in and out of Harry’s asshole. Harry was leaking what felt like a near constant stream of cum from his cock, which tried harder than ever to burst free from its confinement.

Close to four hours later, Harry, Hermione, and Cho lay in a sweating, heaving pile as the three centaurs trotted off into the woods. All three were glassy-eyed and panting, covered in dirt, leaves, and an ample coating of cum. Their throats were too raw for speech. Bellies distended with cum, they embraced as they came down from a series of earth shattering orgasms. The centaurs had cum at least six times each (each ejaculation producing as much cum as Harry had ever seen), and had each sampled every hole on offer.

Hermione rolled over to kiss Harry deeply.

“We should get back,” she rasped. “Clean up back in the castle.”

Harry nodded, and the three of them collected their widely scattered clothes and wands and made their way to the faintly glowing doorway. Harry could feel cum dripping from his not-quite-closed asshole and could see trails of it running down Cho and Hermione’s legs. They staggered into the Room of Requirement, the door vanishing behind them. Hermione closed her eyes, and soon the corridor widened into a comfortable room with a large bed and a sunken tub which steamed invitingly. Three steaming cups sat on a nearby table. Hermione handed them to Harry and Cho, downing her own eagerly.

“For the sore throats,” she said, much less raspy than before.

Harry and Cho followed her example.

“Let’s get clean!” Said Cho.

“Yes, let’s!” Echoed Hermione. “But first…I know we’ve all had plenty, but I don’t want all this cum to go to waste!”

She sank to her knees, licked the stream of cum that trickled down Cho’s leg, and began sucking at her swollen red pussy. Harry, knowing his role in all this, settled himself underneath Hermione and accepted to deluge of cum that oozed from her puffy lips. When the vaginas were clean — or as clean as they would be — Harry provided his services to Cho’s ass, while Hermione attended to his. He and Cho finished by sharing the responsibility for Hermione’s ass.

Harry looked down at his stomach in amazement. It looked like he had eaten four or five massive meals in quick succession. The girls nearly looked pregnant, a state that suited both of them. Giggling, they all entered the tub together.
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