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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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“…Here’s what you’re going to do,” said Cormac, smirking down at Hermione. “You’re going to have a dinner date with Potter tonight.”

“But I thought we were…” Hermione began. Cormac guffawed loudly.

“I don’t date little mudblood sluts like you. I only date in my social class. Bints like you are good as fuck pieces on the side, though.”

Hermione’s heart sank at his words, though she also felt her pussy get wet at the use of the words “mudblood” and “fuck piece.”

“So, you want me to date Harry and cheat on him with you?”

“No, I want you to date Potter so that Luna and the Weasley bitch don’t have to supervise him constantly.” He leaned in closer, “I also want you to date him so I show him up close just how much of a slut you are, and how little of a man he is. Everyone knows he’s sappily in love with you, so it’s perfect.” He circled behind Hermione, grabbed one of her breasts and put a finger in her mouth, which she began to suck, almost on instinct.

“Luna tells me that he’s basically hung like a grape,” he continued, “So it’s perfect…you get a boyfriend who’s just as pathetic and worthless as you are, and you get to have a giant cock stuffed in you on the regular to keep your whorish body satisfied. Speaking of…” he removed his finger and spun her around, pushing her to her knees, “I think we have time for you to take care of this.” He slapped his cock against her face a few times, and she got to work.

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“Hi, Harry!” Chirped Hermione, a shy smile spreading across her face.

“Hermione?” Stammered Harry, blushing as he felt his cock start to stiffen in his pants. He shifted nervously, trying to discretely tuck his erection into the waistband of his briefs. Hermione giggled.

“Don’t be shy, Harry,” she said getting up and hugging him, “we both know what’s going to happen tonight.”

Harry returned the hug sheepishly.

“But I though you and Cormac were dating!” he blurted out.

“No.” said Hermione. “We did have sex, but he’s kind of a tool. Prejudiced, too. It made me realize how good of a thing I could potentially have with you. You’re sweet, kind,” she paused, eyeing him, “and sexy. Anyway, what happened with you and Luna after the party? You’re not dating?”

Harry wasn’t quite sure how to describe their relationship. Did Hermione know? Should he try to pretend like this was a real date? Like he actually had a chance with Hermione? It sounded like she had bailed on McClaggen, so maybe the could be boyfriend and girlfriend. If Ginny and Blaise hooked up she would stay busy with him, and maybe Luna would be content with her Master. It was worth a try.

“No,” he said, trying to sound casual, “we hooked up, but she’s not looking for a relationship. I want to be with someone for more than just sex. You’re my best friend, but lately I’ve been seeing you as more than that. I’ve been wrestling with my feelings for you all year, and seeing you with McClaggen at Slughorn’s party just sort of confirmed things for me. I want to be with you, Hermione.”

“And I want to be with you, Harry!” She pulled him into a kiss, enjoying the feel of his hard body against her soft one. The kiss wasn’t like the few she had shared with Cormac at the party. It was tender, warm, gentle, loving, and passionate. She knew then and there that she was in love with Harry. Unfortunately, a tiny part of her mind remembered what Cormac had said about his cock. If it was true, their’s was going to be a very strange relationship, indeed.

Smiling, the two friends sat down at the table and Harry poured Champagne for both of them. He handed Hermione a glass and they toasted. As if on cue, dishes of food appeared on the table and they dug in, chatting casually as they ate.

By the time they finished dessert, both Harry and Hermione were feeling tipsy. Giggling, Hermione led Harry to the couch and leaned in to kiss him.

“I’m so glad Luna helped set this up,” she whispered as their kiss deepened. Their bodies pressed together and Harry felt himself get hard again.

Harry tentatively moved his hands to Hermione’s hips and she responded by moving to straddle him, her panty-clad mound resting on his erection as she began to slowly gyrate on his lap. Following her cues, Harry began to massage her incredible breasts, bigger and firmer than either Ginny’s or Luna’s, but perfectly proportioned to her lithe body. Hermione moaned as Harry’s fingers brushed her nipples and she ground her now very wet pussy into him harder, trying to put more pressure on her clit.

At this point Harry’s cock was as hard as it had ever been and almost ready to explode. Remembering how Luna had edged him earlier, he lifted Hermione off him and got on top of her, his hand finding her soaking panties and rubbing her hot pussy through them. Hermione began unbuttoning her top, opening it to reveal her magnificent breasts, the sight of which made Harry’s cock pulse again. Focusing on the top of her pussy, Harry drove Hermione closer and closer to orgasm, finally feeling her spasm and thrash in ecstasy, a gush of liquid pouring through her thong onto his hand.

“Merlin, yes!” Shrieked Hermione. Harry leaned in and kissed her panty-covered crotch, savoring the taste of her juices. Hermione moaned again and started to pull off her skirt and panties.

“Clothes off, Harry,” she ordered in a husky voice. “I need you to fuck me!”

Her words, and her naked body drove Harry to the edge and he felt his face go red as his cock erupted into his underwear. Seeing his face, Hermione realized what had happened.

“Too much?” She asked. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to get you ready to go again!”

She began to unbutton his shirt and then knelt as she pulled it off his shoulders. She unbuckled his belt and, in one motion, pulled down his pant and underwear. Even with Cormac’s warning, she was unprepared for his pitiful size. Only her iron will, desire to please Cormac, and equal desire not to hurt Harry kept her face from registering the mix of disgust, disappointment, and humor that she was feeling. Keeping her mask of seductive intrigue in place she gently led Harry into the bedroom and lay him down on the bed, mounting him again.

She kissed him passionately, sighing inwardly in satisfaction that she did indeed love Harry, if only from the waist up. Steeling herself for what was next she spun around, presenting her soaking vagina to his face, her own eyes coming to rest on the meager organ between Harry’s legs. She pressed into his face, his tongue sending jolts of pleasure cascading through his body.

“Oh God! Harry!” She moaned, “Just like that! Yes!”

The pleasure of his tongue was enough to give her the fortitude to lean down and take his prick into her mouth. She barely had to open her lips to take him in fully. Harry let out a choked whimper behind her and began to grow hard again.

Hermione’s revulsion deepened: while Harry’s tongue was skilled and pleasurable, and his hard, muscular body was everything a girl could want, this pathetic excuse for a sex organ sapped him of any masculinity he might otherwise possess. With Cormac’s massive member she felt submissiveness. With the other cocks she had sucked she had at least felt slutty, reveling in their masculinity. But with Harry she felt none of that. She did feel a measure of love and affection for the boy—he had been her best friend for nearly five years, and her principal crush for nearly as long—but there was no animal attraction anymore.

She did, however, feel dominance. With Cormac, all she felt was subservience and powerlessness. She was a doll to him. An object meant purely for sexual gratification and for the release of anger. This feeling of power over Harry was a new sensation, and she liked it, a small part of her brain reminding her that her domination of Harry was also, in a way, an act of submission to her Master.

Re-oriented in her perception of their actions, Hermione focused on her own pleasure, repositioning to grind her clit on Harry’s chin. With her adjustment, Hermione’s asshole pressed into Harry’s mouth and his tongue willingly darted out to probe her most intimate area.

“Yes, Harry!” Purred Hermione, taking her mouth off of his cock briefly. “Lick me asshole!”

Spurred on by her sudden profanity, Harry licked more furiously at her hole, pushing his tongue in as far as he could, moderately surprised by the ease with which his tongue penetrated what he assumed to be a virgin hole.

Without warning, Hermione climaxed again, gushing dramatically over Harry’s face. He lapped eagerly at her juices, savoring them like nothing before in his life. Hermione swung around again and slammed herself onto Harry’s cock. To him, she felt like heaven: warm and wet, lovingly wrapped around his cock like a glove. To her, there was nothing. She wasn’t loose — the intellectual part of Hermione’s mind knew that no cock could actually permanently stretch a vagina, that was a myth — but she relished the feeling of needing her body to struggle to accommodate a cock. Harry just slipped straight inside. There was pleasure, sure, but it was no more pleasure than she got from her fingers. With a groan that she hoped could be mistaken for pleasure, she began to gyrate.

Harry did his best to hold on to his orgasm, but it was a loosing battle, this was, after all, his first time actually inside a woman. Hoping to bring Hermione to another orgasm quickly, he lowered a hand to their joined hips and began to massage her clit. She bit her lip and closed her eyes in appreciative satisfaction. Remembering that he had been able to hold off orgasm before on Luna’s insistence, Harry began an internal countdown from ten, focusing on the least erotic images her could conjure: Dobby’s socks, Dudley’s eating habits, even images of Voldemort. It seemed to be working until, unbidden, an image of McClaggen fucking Hermione surfaced, and, with a pitiful whimper, Harry came, shooting his meager load into Hermione.

“Hermione!” He moaned, spasming.

Hermione did her best to act pleased, but fumed internally. Less than thirty seconds had passed since she had mounted him, and barely more than two or three minutes since his last orgasm. Moaning from the interruption in pleasure, she rolled off of him, her hands trailed downward to finish what he had started.

Harry opened his eyes and registered what Hermione was doing. Wracked with guilt at not being able to pleasure her with his cock, and given the success of his earlier efforts, he crawled down the bed towards her mound and lowered his mouth to it, forgetting that he had, moments earlier, cum inside her, and that the act of eating a cum-filled pussy should be one that repelled him. The instant his tongue reached her folds, her eyes flew open, realizing just how deep Harry’s subservience ran.

“That’s it. Eat my cummy pussy, Harry!” She pressed his face into her harder, pushing his cum out onto his tongue. “Yes! Yes! YES!” She came again, flooding his mouth with the remainder of his cum and her own juices. She relaxed back onto her pillow, satisfied for the moment.

When the applause broke out, Hermione only smiled. Harry, on the other hand, scrambled back up the bed, wrapping a sheet around himself instinctively. The large mirror on the opposite wall had dissolved, revealing three large armchairs occupied by Blaise Zabini, Cormac McClaggen, and Neville Longbottom.

Kneeling before the three boys were two girls. Ginny knelt before Blaise, he mouth sucking gently at his balls while her hand massaged the massive rod that nestled against her face. Next to him, Luna had a hand wrapped around Cormac’s massive cock while her tongue was occupied with rimming Neville’s asshole. Neville had thrown one leg over the arm of his chair to give Luna easier access and left exposed a cock that edged out Comrac’s by at least an inch in length.

“Hi, Harry. Hi, Hermione,” he said cheerfully. “That was quite the show. So tender and romantic,” his voice took on a mocking edge that neither of them had ever heard from him, “it almost makes me wish I wasn’t about to ruin it.” He stood up, and was immediately followed by the other two boys.

“Hi, boys,” purred Hermione, already feeling a hotness spread through her body at the thought of the debasement to which she would soon be subjected.

“Neville?” Gasped Harry, astonished at the other boys physique.

“Shut up, bitch,” said Neville. “You’ve been the golden boy of this school for years. After tonight, everyone in this castle will know that Harry Potter is a little cuckold loser. Luna, get everyone ready.”

Luna took out her wand and gave it a quick wave. Harry felt the now-familiar sensation of a plug sliding into his ass and the constriction of a cage around his cock. Those sensations were followed by a pair of pink frilled crotchless panties materializing over his hips, white stocking sliding up his legs, pink pumps appearing on his feet, and a white leather collar fastening around his neck. Next, Luna directed her wand at Hermione, re-dressing her in the schoolgirl outfit from before, though with the shirt tied just below her breasts. A final wave of the wand dressed Luna and Ginny in matching outfits (green for Ginny and blue for Luna) of leather corsets, fishnet stockings, and thigh-high high-heeled boots.

“Lay on your back, sissy boy,” ordered Blaise, slipping a finger into Ginny’s cunt as he waited. “Head over the edge.”
“Then you lay on top of him, mudblood,” said Cormac, stroking himself in anticipation.

Harry and Hermione complied with their orders, and Neville stepped in, his throbbing erection pointing straight at Hermione’s pussy.

“Guide me in,” he said, that same mocking tone in his voice, “and then start licking your girlfriend’s cunt while I show you how a real man fucks.”

Humiliated, Harry reached up and grasped the massive organ in front of his face and positioned it at Hermione’s entrance, the head along stretching her far beyond anything he had accomplished. His cock strained at the cage painfully. Neville shoved the remainder of his cock into Hermione with agonizing slowness. As he stretched her past even what Cormac had, Hermione’s head snapped down, smacking into Harry’s caged cock and causing him to yelp in pain. She groaned and grabbed onto his swollen balls, squeezing them hard as Neville’s cock pushed her to her limits.

“Urrrggh…Neville! Fuck me!” She hissed. Neville obliged and began to thrust, his heavy balls dragging repeatedly over Harry’s face as he lapped at Hermione’s obscenely stretched hole. He snapped his fingers and Luna rushed over, sinking to her knees behind her master and resuming her actions from before.

Meanwhile, Blaise had bent Ginny over the side of the bed facing Hermione.

“You look so sexy getting fucked like that, you filthy mudblood slut,” commented the redhead, each word coming out as a short gasp as Blaise plowed into her from behind.

“You too!” Groaned Hermione. She leaned over slightly and captured Ginny’s mouth in a kiss. Hearing the two girls kiss, Harry’s cock spasmed again in its cage.

“Stop that, whore.” Ordered Cormac, sitting on the bed in front of Hermione. “I’ve got more important things for you to do with that mouth.” He grabbed her hair and dragged her head down onto his cock, making her gag, but bringing her to a new apex of pleasure. The sound of her throat being used as an extra pussy by the boorish McClaggen broke Harry’s heart, but the cage grew tighter still, his cock aching for release.

“Hey, Cormac,” said Blaise after a few minutes, “Swap holes for a minute. Now that I know Granger is your toy, I want to treat that throat the right way.”

Laughing, McClaggen stepped back and let Blaise slide his cock into Hermione’s throat, driving in as deep and fast as he could, drawing more gags from her. He then wrapped his hands around her throat and began to squeeze firmly every time he withdrew his cock. The constriction in air drove Hermione to the edge and she came again, her pussy clamping down on Neville’s cock and pulling an orgasm from him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, sending buckets of cum flooding into her cunt, “this pussy is fantastic!”

Hermione’s moans brought Blaise to orgasm as well and he thrust his cock as deep into he throat, unloading directly into her stomach. Next to him, Cormac groaned and pulled out of Ginny, flipped her over and aimed his cock at her breasts, covering them in a layer of his own thick seed.

Neville pulled out of Hermione and, after slapping Harry’s horrified face a few times, spun around to shove his cock into Luna’s waiting and eager mouth. He glanced back over at Harry and grinned in a very un-Neville-like fashion.

“What are you waiting for? Clean that pussy out for round two.”

Harry’s face flushed as, once again, his humiliation deepened. Was he really about to do this? Eating his own cum, or even Luna’s was one thing; after all, what bloke hadn’t inadvertently tasted himself at some point? And Luna was a girl, regardless of her genitals, so eating her cum was perfectly fine. But deliberately eating the cum of another man? It was a definite line in the sand. He looked up at Hermione’s vagina — red, swollen, and slightly gaped, glistening with the mingled juices of her arousal and Neville’s seed — and resigned himself. If the price of being with Hermione was the humiliation of being forced to share her and submit to the perversions of her other lovers, it was a price he was willing to pay.

He lifted his head ever so slightly and extended his tongue to lap at Hermione’s beautiful womanhood. Once again, he relished her taste, doing his best to ignore the hints of Neville’s cum mingled with her juices. Suddenly, with another pulse of her channel, a huge gush of cum slid out into his mouth. He coughed and choked, nearly spitting out the thick, creamy seed, but a slap to the balls from Ginny reminded him of his responsibility and he swallowed.

“That’s it,” purred the redhead, who had, less than twenty-four hours ago worshipped the boy, “don’t you dare waste a single drop of pureblood seed! I have more for you when you’re done with the mudblood.” She gestured at her breasts, displayed proudly by the shelf of her corset and covered in a thick layer of Cormac’s seed.
Once again, when Harry should have shriveled into nothingness from humiliation, his cock twitched needfully in its cage, and he returned to the task of cleaning Hermione’s vagina. There was something familiar about the taste of Neville’s cum. It was a heady, masculine flavor, not nearly as bitter as the taste of his cum, nor as sweet as Luna’s. It dawned on him suddenly that he had tasted Neville’s cum before, when he had kissed Luna outside the Room of Requirement the day before. It also occurred to him that when Neville had complimented him on his skinny jeans, he had likely just come from having his cock sucked by Luna.

“I think that’s clean enough, panty-boy,” said Cormac. “Get up here and clean off the ginger’s tits.” He shoved Hermione roughly to the side. Hermione’s hands almost instantly went to her pussy, aroused further still by Cormac’s rough treatment.

Ginny had sprawled across the foot of the bed and immediately pulled Harry’s head into the cleft between her breasts, assuring that Harry got just as much of Cormac’s cum on his face as he did in his mouth.

“Ready for round two?” asked Neville, his cock buried up to the balls in Luna’s expert throat.

“Hell yeah,” said Blaise, stroking his cock. “Let’s see how rough this mudblood can take it!”

“Potter!” Snapped McClaggen, “Get the whore’s ass ready. It’s Neville’s turn to use it. Make sure it’s nice and wet. Tranny,” he said to Luna, “come get me hard again.”

“You’re lucky you’re hung like that McClaggen,” said Luna, struggling to catch her breath, “or you’d never get anyone but filthy whores like Granger to fuck you.” She sank to her knees and began to suck him.

Harry crawled back to Hermione, who lifted her legs to allow him access to her asshole. He leaned in and began to tenderly lick it, again, relishing the intimacy of contact with his love. Hermione broke the feeling herself this time.

“Don’t just kiss it, Harry,” she admonished, “get it wet and ready! If Neville’s going to shove that hog in me, I’m going to need help! That’s it! Get your tongue in my ass!”

Harry delved deeper, doing his best to make Hermione’s ass as wet as possible in preparation for Neville’s massive cock.

“I think that’s good enough,” said Neville, lying down on the bed. “Get on top of me facing away, whore. Panty-boy, once she’s in position, you get to guide her in again. Watch her asshole stretch around a real man’s cock!”

Hermione eagerly mounted Neville, positioning her waiting asshole over his engorged cock. Harry took the cock in his hands, acutely aware that he was being watched by every set of eyes in the room, and aligned the head with Hermione’s tiny, puckered entrance. She lowered herself slowly onto the cock, her asshole expanding slowly to accommodate the girth. With a deep groan of effort, she finally slid past the head, the groan turning into a low moan of pain and satisfaction as Neville pulled her further down his shaft.

“So full…so full…” she panted. “Please, Neville…give me a minute…too full…so good.”

“Why should I give a dirty mudblood slut like you time to adjust?” He said, laughing as he began to pump his hip, driving his full fourteen inches into her ass in one thrust.

“Fuck!” Screamed Hermione. “Fuck! That’s so good! Fuck me, Neville! Fuck my ass!”

“That’s a good whore,” commented Cormac. “Give her a kiss, Potter. Tell her she’s a good whore.”

Harry, who had been transfixed by the sight of Hermione’s ass being split by Neville’s monster, got to his knees and kissed Hermione on the mouth.

“Am I a good whore, Harry?” She asked. “Is your girlfriend a good little slut?”

“Yes, Hermione,” mumbled Harry.

“Say it!” She gasped. “Tell me I’m a good whore for massive pureblood cocks!”

“You’re a good whore,” he said, flushing.

“All of it,” ordered Blaise. “Repeat it all. She’s a good mudblood whore for massive pureblood cocks, and you’re a lucky little cuckold bitch.”

“You’re a good little…” Harry trailed off, finding it difficult to use the hated slur on Hermione, but Ginny grabbed his balls and gave them a twist, hissing in his ear.

“Say it, bitch.”

“You’re a good little mudblood slut for big pureblood cocks.”

“And what are you?”

“I’m a lucky little cuckold loser.”

“Damn right you are,” said Cormac, climbing onto the bed. “Now move.” He shoved Harry roughly, sending him toppling off the bed and onto the floor. “I gotta get back in this pussy.” With that he bent Hermione backwards and shoved his cock into her pussy.

“Oh, Cormac! Fill me up!” She screamed. Cormac slapped her face.

“That’s ‘Master’ to you, slut!”

“Yes, Master!” She yelled. “Fuck me, Master!”

“Blaise,” said Neville, still pounding into Hermione’s ass, “I think you need to shut this cunt up. Let’s plug all her holes.”

Blaise pulled Ginny’s mouth off his cock and got onto the bed, standing over Hermione. He roughly grabbed her head and pulled it onto his cock, effectively sealing her up.

“Pet,” cooed Neville, “Why don’t you and Ginny occupy our sissy for a while. We’ll let you know when you’re needed.”

“Come on Harry,” said Luna, grabbing his hand. “Let’s leave these four to have some fun.”
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