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Ceding Control (formerly Goddess of the Moon)	By : Wimp36 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 272935 -:- Recommendations : 15 -:- Currently Reading : 23
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Chapter 26

They kept at it for hours.

After she’d fucked him to two orgasms, Millicent had retied Harry to the frame to watch as she joined in Hermione’s defilement. When Warrington had finished wrecking her ass, Crabbe and Doyle had taken their turns, stuffing her pussy full of two cocks at once while she rimmed Warrington and sucked his balls. The two oafs had unloaded themselves in her pussy at almost the same time that Warrington got his second wind, and Harry watched as he and Millicent double teamed her, with Warrington in her cunt this time.

Harry had been brought down to clean Hermione out at that point, which was when Draco, Daphne, Ronnie, and Ginny had departed, telling the six who remained to enjoy themselves — Draco and Daphne, of course, took the opportunity to piss on a passionately kissing Harry and Hermione first.

Everything was a blur after that. Left uncaged, Warrington seldom took his cock out of Hermione for more than a few seconds. He seemed to have no limit to his sexual appetite. It was nearly curfew when he roared, pulled out of Hermione’s cunt and sprayed cum up her torso and onto her tits face, and staggered backwards. Crabbe and Goyle had fell asleep nearly an hour ago. Millicent, who was back to fucking Harry’s ass, pulled out and slapped his cheeks hard.

“I think that’s it,” she said, walking up to Warrington. She took his deflating cock in her hand. “You done, pet?”

He nodded, kneeling, and she conjured his cage back onto him, taming him like the beast he was.

“Good boy,” she said, patting him on the cheek. “Let’s go to bed. You’ve been so good! I’ll let you lick my pussy before we sleep.”

Warrington trailed after her like a puppy as Harry crawled towards Hermione, who was sprawled over a leather bench, smiling broadly. He cuddled her for a while before she stretched, moaning a bit.

“I have never felt like this in my life,” she said, her voice hoarse but happy. “That was the most intense thing ever! How was it for you, Harry? It seemed like you were having fun with Millicent?”

“It was great for me, too,” said Harry, kissing Hermione’s cum-soaked lips. “Should we head to bed?”

They stood, each needing a little help from the other. Harry — still in his latex and leather — sported red and purple marks all over his chest, back, arse, and thighs. Millicent had paid special attention to his balls, which were deep purple and slightly swollen. Hermione, too, was bruised and striped all over.

“Merlin,” said Harry, “we’re a mess, aren’t we?”

Hermione giggled.

“We certainly are. It’s a shame, but I suppose I’ll need to heal all this or neither of us will be able to sit for a week. Let’s go have a bath first, though.”

Harry found their robes and wands in a corner of the room and they spelled themselves into comfortable clothes, donned their robes, and slipped out of the room. They were in the dungeons, but it took them several minutes to truly orient themselves. Since it was nearly curfew, they took back staircases, headed all the while for the prefects’ baths.

“Psst,” said a voice as they passed a statue of a unicorn. They stopped and looked around. Luna stepped out from behind the statue, smiling serenely.

“You two look like you had fun.” They blushed. “Come with me. The Slytherins are endless fun, but they aren’t big on aftercare.”

She lead the way to her personal “Room of Requirement” and opened the door to usher them inside. There, they found a comfortable space lit by candles featuring a large steaming tub full of soapy bubbles. Hermione dropped her robe at once and dragged herself into the tub, sinking below the surface.

“This is perfect,” said Harry. “Thank you, Mistress.”

Luna patted his cheek and discarded her own robe and clothes to join Hermione. Harry followed quickly after them. The water was perfectly warm, and felt slightly viscous. The bubbles were also firmer than what Harry expected, but it felt so good on his abused body that he didn’t care. The three soaked in silence for some time. Hermione finally broke the silence.

“What’s this tub full of, Luna?”

“I mixed a healing salve into the water. And some centaur semen. That’s most of what makes the bubbles. Oh! That reminds me!” She reached over the brim of the tub and brought up three small clay cups full of viscous white liquid. “To help speed things up.” She passed a cup to Harry and another to Hermione.

After that, silence descended again, as the three friends simply enjoyed the healing water and each other’s company. Finally, near midnight, Luna rose, stretching.

“We really should get back to the dorms. Night, Hermione. Night, slut.”

“Goodnight, Mistress.”

Luna dressed quickly and departed, leaving Harry and Hermione alone in the tub. After a brief kiss, they, too, got out and dried off, their bodies unbruised and delightfully relaxed.

“I liked the outfit Millicent had you in earlier,” said Hermione, as she conjured them into their clothes. “I may have to get you in that again. And Millicent! She’s something else, isn’t she? I’d like to spend a little more time with her!”

Giggling, they made their way back towards the Gryffindor common room, keeping a careful eye out for teachers. Hermione continued to reminisce about Warrington’s cock, clearly becoming horny again. They were only a few corridors from the portrait hole when she’d clearly hit her limit.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” She growled, and pushed Harry into the nearest classroom. She shut the door, cast a quick silencing charm and then pushed Harry up against the teacher’s desk, kissing him hard as she tore at her clothes. She pushed him further back onto the desk and climbed up, planting her perfect pussy over his face. “I need to cum again, Harry,” she pleaded. “Make me cum!”

Harry didn’t need to be asked twice. It was so rare now that he could lick Hermione’s pussy without it being full of cum, or gaping open from being stuffed with a series of cocks, and he relished the pure, unadulterated taste of her. He lapped eagerly, savoring her nectar as she rode his face. With one hand, she held Harry’s hair like a lifeline, while, with the other, she kneaded her breast, tugging occasionally on her nipple ring.

“Fuck!” She cried, clamping her thighs tight around his head. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Right there! YES!”

With a final shriek she slid back down, kissing Harry and tasting her juices on his face. Their reverie was interrupted by the door slamming open.

“What,” said a cold voice, “in the name of Great Morgaine, is going on here?”

Harry and Hermione looked up, terrified, into the face of Minerva McGonogall.
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