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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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(Friday Night)

Hermione flushed a deep red as she felt Cormac’s large hand cup her butt discretely, and she tried to subtly remove it without betraying any other visible signs in front of their professor. Slughorn was jabbering away about a former student that Cormac’s father knew as if it made the boy more important by extension.

Cormac, of course, was eating it up. The oaf. What had she been thinking? She’d asked him to accompany her to the party since Ron had been being an abnormally large arse, and, since she knew he had a crush on her, going to the party with someone else would really piss him off. She hadn’t wanted to ask Harry since she actually like him, but didn’t want to come on too strong or ruin their friendship. Cormac had simply been in the right place at the right time to bait Ron. Now, because of her terrible judgement, she’d had to put up with his crass jokes, bad manners, and over-familiarity all night.

Cormac’s hand returned to her ass and she ground her teeth.

“Would you mind getting us some punch, Cormac?” she asked lightly, thinking that even a second away from him would be worth it.

“Sure thing, babe,” he said, giving her another squeeze before ambling towards the drinks table. Hermione rolled her eyes and made a mental note to hex him the next day, since she hadn’t brought her wand to the party. During her brief respite, she noticed Harry and Luna sitting on one of the couches laughing.

Fuck, she thought. Not only am I stuck here with the biggest prick in Gryffindor, but Harry—the guy I have a crush on—gets to flirt with a petite little blonde? Fine. Two can play at that game! She could always erase his memories when she gave him diarrhea the next day anyways.

When Cormac returned with the punch, she smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek, making sure Harry saw.

“Thanks!” she giggled, standing a little closer to him. She clinked glasses with him and took a sip of her punch. The flavor was fruity and spicy, but there was something in it she couldn’t identify, an odd caramel flavor and a bit of a burn. Did Cormac spike her drink, or was the entire bowl spiked? She glanced around to see if any of the other students looked drunk. When she made eye contact with Ginny the younger girl pulled an empty bottle out of her bag and winked. Of course it was Ginny. Well, as long as it wasn’t anything stronger than alcohol, and as long as she was careful, she should be fine.

“Want to dance?” asked Cormac, pulling her onto the dance floor. She giggled and followed him, trying to put her hands on his shoulders like she did with Viktor at the Yule Ball. “Nah, babe,” he said, spinning her around, “we’re not kids. We gotta dance like adults. Besides, this is a fast song. You can’t slow dance to a fast song!”

She shrugged mentally and swayed with him. As the song continued, he pulled her closer, his hands wandering over the front of her dress, caressing her stomach and then trailing down towards her legs. She shouldn’t let him do this, but his powerful frame and masculine aroma were strangely intoxicating and she found herself sinking into his embrace.

As the song ended Cormac spun her again and kissed her deeply. In shock more than anything else, Hermione’s mouth popped open and his tongue found hers. Part of her wanted to pull away, slap him, and leave the party, but another, more devious part felt that this was perfect to drive Harry over the edge of jealousy, not to mention that she still felt a tingling warmth spreading through her. She leaned into the kiss even more and moaned in pleasure when she felt his hands find her breasts, sending bolts of joy up into her brain. Somewhere, she registered a noise like a squawk from Harry and began to run her hands over Cormac’s well-muscled chest, relishing the jealousy she was obviously creating in Harry.

The next song started and Hermione spun back around to grind into Cormac. Seeing Harry imitate their actions with Luna, Hermione rubbed her ass into Cormac harder and grabbed his hands, pulling them up to her breasts. He grinned wolfishly and kneaded her tits aggressively, tweaking her nipples any time hip fingers brushed them. Cormac leaned down to kiss her neck as she felt him stiffen against her ass.

“You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?” he hissed in her ear, giving her breasts a particularly rough squeeze.

“Mmmm…” moaned Hermione, relishing his touch. She felt his cock twitch again. God, he was big. She glanced over at Harry, doing her best to look seductive and saw with some satisfaction that he was trying to grind harder into Luna. Hermione bent her head up so that she could kiss Cormac and still feel his cock press into her cheeks at the same time. The way that his member pushed her cheeks apart was indescribable: it made her feel so small and vulnerable, yet protected at the same time.

Cormac’s hands wandered carelessly over the front of her dress, pulling it tighter over her breasts and exposing more of her thighs with each beat of the music. Every so often one of his hands would brush against her panties and she could feel herself getting wet. Finally one of his hands came to rest on her mound, cupping it firmly as she moaned loudly.

Looking up she saw with some satisfaction the look of horror on Harry’s face and she smirked. Mission accomplished.

What happened next was shocking. As Harry’s face began to purple, Luna stood on her tiptoes and whispered something in his ear and moments later, the two dashed out of the party. Hermione’s smirk evaporated and her face reddened. There was no way she was going to let Harry have all the fun, so when Cormac suggested that they leave too, she agreed readily, making sure Ginny saw them leave with his hand on her ass. If nothing else, Harry would hear that McClaggen got lucky with her after the party.

“In here, baby girl,” growled Cormac, pulling her into a mostly disused bathroom and then through a connecting door to a small dressing room. Slamming the door shut, Cormac pressed Hermione into a wall and began to kiss her again, but more aggressively than before. His hands ventured more freely over her body. Yet again, Hermione found herself feeling oddly absorbed by the confidence and masculinity that he exuded. She melted into his touch. Her own hands explored the hard muscle of his arms and chest, tracing their way down to his abs. When her hands, seemingly of their own accord, found his belt buckle he groaned.

“That’s it, slut. Keep going.”

Rather than being offended by his use of a word she hated, Hermione found herself grow even wetter as she opened his belt, unzipped his pants and drew out his cock.

“Holy shit!” she exclaimed, unable to help herself. She had been wrong when she had thought he’d been hard for the last hour. The cock in her hand—the first she’d seen in person—was nearly nine inches long and as thick as a can of soda, and it was only partly hard.

“Never seen one like that, little girl?” chuckled Cormac, once again feeling a gush of pride at his endowment.

“Not even in pictures!” gasped Hermione, licking her lips unconsciously. She stroked him up and down tentatively, feeling him swell in her hand.

Hermione recaptured Cormac’s mouth with her own, continuing to pump away at his cock as he pawed at her breasts. As he stiffened further she found herself unable to fully close her hand around him. With her other hand she began to unbutton his shirt and he shrugged out of it and pushed his pants down, leaving him fully naked and somehow more imposing than before. He reached up and with a quick tug pulled her dress down to expose her breasts and then gave her a gentle push and she complied, dropping to her knees.

“Come on babe, suck it.”

Hermione tentatively leaned forward and licked the head, savoring the heady, masculine aroma he was letting off. She took the head of his cock in her mouth and slid her head down the length. She could only take the first four inches or so, but he seemed to be enjoying that, leaning back against the wall.

“Play with my balls, too, little girl.”

She reach up with both hands and encircled his shaft with one and cupped his heavy balls with the other, massaging them as she tried to get more and more of the magnificent organ into her mouth. By this point she was so far gone in arousal that she barely noticed when Cormac started to thrust slightly into her mouth until he reached the back of her throat, causing her to gag.

Coughing, Hermione lurched backwards. “Not so deep Corm—“

“Shut up and suck it, you dumb slut,” snapped Cormac, shoving his cock back into her mouth.

Once again, Hermione felt her pussy gush at his harsh language. How could this turn her on so much? And why did she care? She had a gorgeous rod of masculinity to worship after all. She settled back down in front of him and let him fuck her face, doing her best not to gag as his cock found its way deeper and deeper into her throat.

Suddenly, without any notice, Cormac pulled her to her feet and ripped her dress off her. Hermione yelped as the fabric tore, biting into her skin painfully in a few places.

“What the fuck!” she screamed, waving the tattered remains of her dress at him.

“Relax,” said Cormac, dismissively, “I’m a wizard, I can always repair it. This is just faster.”

“Oh,” said Hermione, somehow inexplicably calmed by his explanation, nonsensical as it might have been. While she was thinking about his actions he had gone further and removed her plain cotton panties, leaving them both naked. Cormac gave her an appraising look from head to toe, his eyes lingering longest on her breasts and her crotch.

“Not bad, Granger,” he said with mock approval, “I could do without the hair on the twat, but we can fix that.” Before she registered what he was doing he picked up his wand and gave it a little flick. A fine pink mist settled over her and she felt every hair below her neck—even the small wispy hairs on her arms—vanish. “That’s better,” he continued, setting his wand back down, and cupping her crotch in his hand. His large rough fingers teased her clit and one found its way inside her. “And it’s wet, too. Perfect.”

With that, he spun her around, bent her over a dressing table, and, without any ceremony shoved his entire eleven inch monster into her virgin pussy. She screamed. But it wasn’t from pain. She couldn’t believe how complete his cock made her feel. The way it filled her up to the absolute brim gave her a sense of fullness and bliss that she couldn’t even begin to describe.

In her fantasies, she always lost her virginity to Harry in a romantic forest glade, or a luxury hotel suite, or some similar romantic rendezvous. He would be tender and gentle, giving her time to acclimate to each new sensation. Afterwards they would cuddle beneath a warm blanket and lose themselves in the joy of being together.

Reality was different though. Reality found her bent over an old, dusty table, her face pressed into the rough wood as a man she could barely tolerate obliterated her innocence. He’d called her ‘slut’ twice already and was certainly treating her like one. And she loved it.

A moment later Cormac pull out and picked he up, setting her back on his cock as her lay on the table. Instinctively, Hermione began to bounce on his cock, doing her best to take him all the way in her, though from her new angle she could only get about half way. His hands found her breasts again and potted with her nipples, helping to bring her closer to the edge. Hoping to push herself over the brink, Hermione leaned down for a kiss. Instead, Cormac gave her cheek a light slap.

“No way, slut! You had my cock in your mouth a few minutes ago. Here, if you need something to do with your mouth…” he shoved a finger into her mouth.

That word again! And the slap! Hermione felt her pussy gush again and her first orgasm swept through her. Her eyes lost focus and she sucked hard on Cormac’s finger, finally nesting his entire length in her spasming vagina.

“Good girl!” purred Cormac. He pulled her off him and repositioned her to stand against the wall, her back arched slightly. She braced her hands on the wall as he shoved himself back inside her. His finger was still in her mouth but with his other hand he began to slap her ass. Lightly at first, but as she pressed herself into the blows and moaned around his finger, the blows became harder. Between slaps his fingers traced over her cheeks, occasionally sliding over her hole, adding new tingling sensations to his onslaught.

He pulled his fingers out of her mouth and began using them to provide more direct stimulation to her ass, massaging gently before slipping one inside. She moaned.

“You like that, don’t you whore?”

“I do,” gasped Hermione, “God, I do! Keep fucking me!”

“What are you?” growled Cormac, his finger pushing a little deeper into her ass while his col pressed into her cervix.

Could she say it? Surely it would be crossing a line to use that word herself. This feeling though…the indescribable pleasure she was deriving from being treated this way…

Cormac slapped her ass hard.

“What are you?”

“A whore!” she screamed, cumming for a second time. “I’m a whore!”

“That’s right! You’re my whore. And since you’re my whore…” he trailed off and, without any further delay, pulled out and jammed his cock into Hermione’s ass, tearing into her like a knife. She screamed and started to collapse before Cormac grabbed her hair to hold her upright.

“Fuck!” whimpered Hermione, the agony from her ass momentarily eclipsing her pleasure. The eclipse was only momentary however and pleasure soon came flooding back, greater than before.

She grit her teeth as he sawed in and out of her ass faster and harder, not wanting to vocalize the pleasure she was receiving from the most debased act she had ever committed in her life. Finally he rammed in one last time and came, flooding her bowels with what felt like buckets of semen while he squeezed her tits painfully. He pulled out and allowed her to collapse to the floor as she had another orgasm of her own.

“Not done yet, slut. Get up here and clean my dick.”

Hermione looked up from where she was huddled on the floor to see his cock, still hard and covered in their combined juices. Hermione got to her knees and took Cormac back into her mouth. This time he gave no pretense of wanting an ordinary blowjob and treated her throat the same way he had treated her ass and pussy, causing her to gag repeatedly.

“You like the taste of your asshole, slut?” asked Cormac sarcastically.

Hermione let out an involuntary moan. The pain from her ass was fading and being rapidly overwhelmed by her enjoyment of Cormac’s virile masculinity as well as a secret delight at the humiliation brought on by being forced to clean her juices off his cock. But even the taste wasn’t bad. There were acrid notes—not unpleasent, just sharp and noticible—from her ass, a hint of blood; a taste she knew to be her own pussy juices; the heady musk that was Cormac; and a tangy, bitter nectar that had to be his cum. She loved it.

Realizing all of this, Hermione relaxed into Cormac’s plundering of her throat. Her throat opened up and let his cock slide further into her gullet.

“You’re getting good at this!” Cormac said, impressed. Every other girl who had sucked him off had struggled for days or weeks before they could deepthroat him, but this girl was incredible! “I’m going to cum, whore!” he panted, pulling out and fisting his cock briefly. With a groan he unloaded himself onto her face, splattering her lips, nose, forehead and hair. Hermione opened her mouth and took the last of his load on her tongue, happily swallowing his cum.

With a sigh, Cormac pulled on his clothes while Hermione huddled on the floor, trembling from another small orgasm. She looked up at Cormac.

“Can you fix my dress?”

“Hmmm. I suppose I told you I could…” he trailed off and then smiled wickedly. “Here.”

With a wave of his wand her dress flew to her body, the scraps of fabric shifting to form a short, shiny skirt that was little more than a belt and a vest-like top that barely contained her tits.

“I’m headed back to Gryffindor tower for bed,” said Cormac, “but a filthy slut like you should sleep somewhere filthy.” He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her next door into the dingy, filthy bathroom. He opened a stall door and shoved her inside before casting a spell to shackle her to the toilet.

“I’ll be back tomorrow and we’ll have some more fun. Oh. And I know that you were trying to make Potter jealous all night, so I’ll check in on him and Lovegood. I’m guessing that he got quite a shock when he got into her knickers, but he’s probably into that sort of thing. Later slut.”

Only partially processing what he said about Harry and Luna, Hermione trembled again and began to finger herself. God, she was filthy. Sleeping in a moldering, filthy, urine-stench riddled bathroom made her nearly as horny as the stretching Cormac had given her ass, mouth, and pussy.

Cormac laughed, locked the door to her stall, and strode out of the bathroom to head for Gryffindor tower. On the way he stopped at a disused classroom and peered inside just in time to see Luna cover Harry’s face in cum. He almost laughed at how pathetic the Golden Boy looked locked in a chastity cage and plugged. He couldn’t wait to have the wimp suck his cum out of Hermione’s gaping asshole. It would be too good.

Before he’d gone twenty feet he heard noises coming from another room and peered in to see Blaise Zabini, one of his best friends, being ridden by a black-haired girl that he thought he recognized from Slytherin. He strode into the room with a smirk, dropping his pants as he did.

“Hey, Blaise. Looks like you’re having fun. Mind if I grab the other hole?”
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Ceding Control (formerly Goddess of the Moon)