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Ceding Control (formerly Goddess of the Moon)	By : Wimp36 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 271620 -:- Recommendations : 15 -:- Currently Reading : 23
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Chapter List
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Chapter 18 — Quidditch Practice

The first week back from break mirrored the final stretch before it. Harry and Hermione, and a number of other students, began their days in one of six bathrooms scattered around the school, servicing what seemed to be most of the cocks of students in fourth year or higher. After rushing to breakfast, they would attend classes. In those classes that they shared, Hermione would tease Harry under their desks, and would occasionally service Neville or Dean serruptitiously. After dinner, they would spend several hours in the library to work on homework before Cormac, Neville, Luna, Ginny, or Blaise came to take one or both of them off to be fucked and humiliated.

Harry woke that Friday to the now familiar debauchery of his dormitory. Seamus was lying in his bed, with Ronnie eagerly sucking his cock. Neville was still asleep, with an arm around Parvati on one side and Lavender — who had followed Parvati to the boy’s dorm the night before to see why she was always alone in the girl’s dorm — on the other. Hermione lay next to Harry, with Dean’s cum from the night before still slowly oozing out of her pussy. Dean himself was absent, having snuck out early to meet up with Romilda Vane, who he had started fucking on a regular basis as soon as they had returned from break.

Hermione rolled over and smiled up at Harry.

“Mmm. Morning Harry!” She chirped, giving him a peck on the lips. Her hands roamed downward and found her oozing pussy. “Can you clean me up? I want to squeeze in a shower, too, before we head downstairs.”

Harry willingly kissed his way down from Hermione’s lips to her pussy, and began to lap at the mingled juices. Hermione tangled her hands in his hair, urging him on. In short order he had cleaned the remnants of Dean’s cum, and she was nearing an orgasm. With a low whine, not loud enough to disturb Seamus or rouse Neville, she came, flooding Harry’s mouth.

“I love how good you are at that!” She whispered, pulling Harry back up to kiss. “Now go take a shower! We need to be in the bathroom in half an hour!”

She slid out of his bed and pulled on her dressing gown before sneaking out of the dorm. Harry stretched and got up, too, not bothering to dress before heading to the attached showers. After a quick rinse — it wasn’t worth more than that, since he always ended up filthy following the morning’s pre-breakfast activities — he toweled off and went back up to the dorm, passing Ronnie and Seamus on their way to the showers. Back in the dorm, Neville was awake now and fucking Lavender while Parvati enthusiastically licked his asshole. Harry self-consciously pulled on a pair of lacy pink panties and white knee-high socks before covering them with his usual trousers, shirt, sweater, and robe. He collected his bag and, with a final glance at Lavender — whose incredible tits were bouncing against her chest as Neville pounded into her — he left the dorm.

He didn’t see Hermione at first when he descended the stairs, but quickly spotted her with her head under Ginny’s skirt, only slightly hidden in the shadows at the foot of the girl’s dormitory stairs.

“Mmm. Morning, Harry!” Said Ginny. “I’m almost done with the mudblood. I know you’re excited to go have your breakfast.” She smirked and mimed sucking a dick. Harry blushed and ducked his head, but watched the scene excitedly from under his hair.

A few minutes later Ginny clamped her legs around Hermione’s head as she came. She leaned back with satisfaction.

“You’re getting better at that, Hermione,” she said, happily. “Now get your bitch and go suck some dicks!”

“Yes, Mistress,” said Hermione, wiping her mouth on her sleeve. She smiled up at Harry from her knees.

“Ready, Harry?”

“Yes, Mistress Hermione,” replied Harry, doing his best to ignore the twinge in his crotch at the sight of Hermione’s fluid-smeared face and Ginny’s bare cunt. Hermione got to her feet and kissed Harry deeply, letting him taste Ginny’s cum on her tongue and lips.

“Let’s go!” She grabbed Harry’s hand and raced out the portrait hole. They had only gone down one flight of stairs when a piercing whistle caught their attention. They turned to see Cormac striding towards them down the hall.

“Special assignment for you two today,” he said by way of greeting. “Follow.”

He lead them to a room they’d never noticed before and ushered them inside. The room was an elegant salon, with plush carpeting and dark wood furnishings. An archway at one end of the room opened on to a dining area, while eight closed doors lined the opposite wall. The first and last doors were marked with gold plaques reading “Private.” Between them were doors marked either “Service” or “Patron.” Small lights above both “Private” rooms and one of the “Service” rooms were lit.

“Professor Slughorn set this up last semester. The real Slug Club — you were never invited Potter: Purebloods only — meets here. He added these rooms at my suggestion. Somewhere for an exclusive few to come and indulge themselves.” He tapped his wand to the plaque on the end door. “These ones are extra special,” he said as the door swung inward.

Inside, a golden skinned girl lay on a bench. Her legs were pulled up behind her shoulders and manacled to the rear wall, lewdly exposing both her perfectly smooth holes. Her arms were also behind her head, which was enclosed in a black leather hood, which left only her mouth, held open by a ring gag, exposed. Her small, pert breasts, with their pierced dark brown nipples were pushed up firmly by her only article of clothing, a blue and silver corset. Though they couldn’t see her face, both Harry and Hermione immediately recognized that it was Cho.

“Everyone knows who it is,” said Cormac, correctly interpreting the looks that Harry and Hermione gave each other. “We keep her hooded so that she doesn’t know who’s fucking her.” He closed the door and jerked his thumb a the first service door. “This one’s a regular hole. Like the one you two usually work, but cleaner. The doors on either side are for the patrons. Club members. I think that one’s got the Creevy brothers working it this morning. Sometimes it’s the Patils, but Neville has them today.”

He opened the far door to reveal another witch on display. This one lay on her stomach, her head and upper body hidden behind a hole in the wall. She was completely naked except for a pair of high leather boots. Between her dark skin and the tattoos of stars and comets that covered her back, Harry immediately recognized that it was Professor Sinistra. Cormac shut the door, and opened the other service door.

“In,” he ordered. The small room inside featured a hole on either side wall, small mirrors above each hole, and a plush chair against the back wall. Cormac sat in the chair and then waved his wand at Harry and Hermione. Harry found himself dressed in a bright pink club dress, a pair of white mesh stocking, and matching pink heels. Hermione was dressed identically, save for that her dress was bright blue.

“This room is usually where Lovegood works, so people go next door to fuck tranny ass. The mirrors are here so that she can see who’s on the other side.” said Cormac. “Let’s give the people what they want.” The hole behind Harry widened until his entire ass could fit through, including his caged cock. The hole sealed itself around his ass, leaving him in an awkwardly contorted position. A knock came on the door, and, at a gesture from Cormac it opened, admitting a busty blonde girl in Hufflepuff colors who neither Harry nor Hermione recognized. She looked to be a little older than them, so probably a seventh year.

“Good morning, Master,” she said, bowing deeply to Cormac.

“Morning, slut,” said Cormac as the girl disrobed. “You know who these two are, I presume?”

“Yes, sir,” she responded, smiling shyly at Harry and Hermione.

“Good. That’s Mary,” he said. “Good slut. She’ll work the other hole this morning. I usually send her around to whatever professor I need some pull with, but I wanted to have a talk with you two, and I can’t leave a hole unmanned, as it were..”

As Mary knelt before the other hole, Cormac waved his wand again, removing his own clothes. All it took was a nod from him for Hermione to be on her knees in front of him, licking up and down his cock lovingly. A small bell chimed and Harry felt someone moving in the room behind him. Another bell chimed and a large cock presented itself at the other hole, instantly engulfed in Mary’s mouth. Harry felt hands on his ass and then, to his shock, felt a tongue begin to probe his hole. Cormac laughed.

“Looks like Flint likes your ass, Potter,” he commented pointing at the mirror above Harry. Harry groaned as Flint’s tongue wormed deeper into his hole.

“Well,” said Cormac, throwing a leg over the arm of his chair so that Hermione could rim his ass as well, “the reason you’re here is quiditch. Weasley is going to be dropping off the team. This slut here admitted to hexing me during the tryouts — she’ll pay for that later — so I’m your new keeper. You still get to be team captain, in name at least, for now, since that’s a tough one to sell to Hooch without her getting suspicious. I’ll be at practice tonight, and see if you’re worth leaving in that position for real, or if you’re better as a figurehead.”

Harry felt Flint remove his tongue, replacing it with his fingers. His other hand was cupping Harry’s balls affectionately. Cormac continued.

“I think I’ll work out some kind of bet for our next game with Slytherin. They’ve got some fine bitches that I’d like a go with, and the Gryffindor team has some I’m sure the snakes would like to play with…we’ll see.”

Harry groaned in pleasure as Flint’s thick cock pushed its way into his ass.

“Good incentive for you to play well, isn’t it?” Cormac asked, pulling Hermione’s mouth down onto his cock, causing her to gag around his length. “I know that Ginny will be on board…hell, she’ll get off on it. Bell, too. She’s a massive slut. Loves it in the ass, and the rougher the better. Creevey is getting replaced by Seamus. No idea what Peakes is into, but he’s used your mouth often enough already…” he trailed off as Hermione’s tongue reached out to lap at his balls even with his entire length sheathed in her throat. “Ahh…” he groaned, before continuing, “and Ginny says that Demelza is a bit of a sub, and a good pussy licker, too, so she’ll be right at home.”

Flint was, at that moment, giving Harry’s ass all it could take, driving in faster and faster, clearly nearing his climax. Harry could feel his own orgasm nearing as his cock swelled to fill the cage completely. Rough hands behind him kneaded and slapped his ass, and then, with one last thrust, Flint bottomed out, filling Harry’s ass with his cum before pulling out a spraying more onto his back. Harry whimpered as his own orgasm came, his meager load spurting out onto his thighs.

“Put your ass in your boyfriend’s face, slut,” ordered Cormac. “Get her nice and wet…gonna shove it up there in a minute, Potter.” Hermione obeyed, keeping Cormac’s cock in her throat as she swung her hips up to allow Harry to lubricate her ass, working his tongue into her tight hole.

Meanwhile, Flint had left the adjacent room and there was more movement behind him. Without any warning, a strong hand came down onto his ass, causing him to yelp. Cormac smirked wider still.

“Oh, good,” he said, glancing at the mirror. “Smith is back. You’re in for a treat.”

Smith’s hand was quickly replaced with a paddle of some sort, which came down fast and hard on Harry’s upturned ass. His groans of mingled pain and pleasure sent waves of ecstasy through Hermione.

“That should be wet enough. Granger, get your ass on my cock. Be sure to tell your cuck how it feels!”

Hermione obeyed, groaning as her tightest hole expanded to accommodate Cormac’s incredible cock.

“Merlin’s beard!” She gasped. “Ouch! Harry! It hurts so good! Fuck!”

She started to bounce up and down, trying to fit the entire cock in her ass. Cormac put his hands under her thighs and stood, keeping Hermione’s petite body impaled on his cock, and positioned her so that he pussy was level with Harry’s face.

“Lick,” he ordered Harry. Harry licked, Hermione’s juices flowing freely onto his tongue. He could also feel Cormac’s cock through the thin membrane separating her pussy from her ass.

Behind him, Smith had exchanged the paddle for a riding crop and was raising welts across Harry’s ass. When the blows stopped, Harry felt warm liquid splash across his lower body, stinging where it met raw red skin: Smith was pissing on him to rinse away the rest of Flint’s cum. Moments later, he felt an extremely thick cockhead press into his own ass, and he gasped in pain as it stretched him open.

Smith began to pound into him without mercy, and Harry felt himself quickly approach another orgasm. Just when he thought he might cum again, he felt a wand tap his cock and his pleasure vanished, replaced with the dull ache of denial. He groaned in defeat, and simply accepted the pummeling that his ass was receiving.

Hermione, too, seemed to be nearing an orgasm. Between Harry’s tongue and Cormac’s cock, she was panting and gasping.

“Master!” She cried. “Can I cum? Can your whore cum, master? Please!”

“No,” said Cormac, firmly, grabbing his own wand and muttering something as he tapped Hermione with it. “That’s the first part of your punishment. No cumming until I decide your punishment is done. You’ll also be my personal urinal until then, and I’m giving you a bigger plug to wear. Plus, I’ll be making this vibrate whenever I want.” He reached around and gave her clit ring a vicious tug to punctuate his last remark. Hermione, like Harry, moaned at her denied orgasm. “I’ll still let you get pleasured by your boyfriend,” Cormac continued, “and you’ll be getting fucked as much as you were before, you just won’t be able to finish.” He laughed and then flipped her onto the ground so he could drive even harder into her ass, pressing her face into the carpet with a foot.

Smith finished inside Harry with a final forceful thrust, filling his ass with another load of cum. He gave Harry’s balls a final swat with a riding crop before leaving. Two more cocks took turns with Harry in quick succession after that, neither lasting long enough for him to cum.

Cormac finally emptied his balls into Hermione’s ass with a roar and kicked her down onto the floor, where his cum leaked out from her gaping hole. He looked up at the mirrors and grinned.

“Draco must be using Chang,” he mused. Harry looked at the mirror above Mary’s head to see Goyle removing his robes, and pulling out a mammoth cock; shorter than Cormac’s, but significantly girthier. “Mary, come over here and clean off my dick. Mudblood, put your ass through that hole: you and Potter are going to get fucked together by Malfoy’s goons.”

As Hermione repositioned herself into a position matching Harry’s, and Mary knelt before Cormac, Harry felt motion behind him again, and mentally envisioned Crabbe throwing his massive weight around in the room behind him, a forearm thick cock jutting out from under his belly. Having sucked them off before, Harry knew full well what he was in for: a painful stretching, but little stimulation to his prostate.

While Crabbe got himself positioned, Goyle had already jammed his cock into Hermione’s pussy, causing her eyes to roll up into her head. Cormac laughed as Hermione spasmed at the intrusion, and again when Harry’s face contorted in pain as Crabbe worked his obscenely thick cock into his ass. The two brutes were mercifully lacking when it came to endurance, and the ordeal was soon over.

Cormac gave a grunt as he came in the Hufflepuff girl’s mouth. A wave of his wand released Harry and Hermione from their awkward positions and they fell into the center of the small room. Cormac stood up.

“Now,” he said, “Granger, sit on your boyfriend’s face so he can clean you out. And open your mouth. I need a piss.”

Hermione positioned herself atop Harry’s upturned face and obeyed, opening her mouth. As Harry began to lick her openly gaping pussy and tasted the first hints of Goyle’s acrid and foul cum mingled with the perfection that was Hermione’s own nectar, Cormac began to piss, filling Hermione’s mouth to the brim, the excess spilling down onto Harry. When he was done, he zipped his trousers and strode out of the room.

“See you at practice, Potter!” He called.

Hermione continued to grind on his face for a few moments, allowing Harry to finish eating Goyle’s cum from her pussy, and then she stood.

“I wish he let me cum,” she said with a pout, “but I suppose that’s what I get for hexing him last semester.” She grabbed her wand and waved it. She, Harry, and Mary were instantly clean and dry, and she and Harry were back in their uniforms. “Let’s get to breakfast, Harry. We still have a few minutes. Bye, Mary!”

Hermione waved to the other girl as she pulled Harry out of the room and raced towards the Great Hall.

Hermione’s frustration was evident throughout the day, and Harry could tell that her nearly constantly vibrating butt plug and clit ring were driving her mad. He knew what it was like to be constantly on the edge of orgasm but to be denied any release, and so he began to plan something special for her, but his attention was partly taken up with thinking about Quidditch. With Cormac on the team, it wouldn’t be long before the team knew his secret (though it was less of a secret with each passing day), and, if he didn’t do a good job as captain, his last scrap of masculine pride might be taken from him!

After dinner, and a brief study session with an increasingly frustrated Hermione, Harry left her to attend team practice. He arrived ahead of his teammates, so he was able to change into his uniform without drawing attention to his attire. The rest of the team trickled into the locker rooms one by one until only Seamus, Cormac, and Ginny were missing. They arrived accompanied, to Harry’s confusion, by Ronnie, Colin, Dennis, and Hermione, all wearing their class robes. While those four waited outside, the others finished changing and assembled in the team meeting room.

“So,” began Harry, “I suppose you can all see that there have been a few roster changes.” He blushed a bit at the smirks that Ginny, Seamus, and Cormac all wore. “Ronnie and Colin dropped off the team…they’ll still be reserves. Cormac is going to be our new keeper, and Seamus is coming on as a beater.” He looked around and saw Katie, Demelza, and Peakes all nod: this news suited them just fine.

“Well…” he said, still slightly hesitant. “Let’s do it then. We’ll start with a few laps, and then we’ll do the usual drills, just to get the new folks settled in.”

They trooped out onto the pitch and took off in formation. Hermione, Ronnie, and the Creavey brothers watched from the stands as the team took off. The first half of practice went swimmingly, until Harry’s cage began to vibrate, and his plug, already driven further into his ass than usual, expanded painfully. He gasped and nearly fell off his broom. By the time he’d regained his concentration, he was the object of scornful looks from the entire team. The remainder of practice played out much the same way, with Harry missing obvious calls, fumbling catches, and being generally distracted. By the end, Cormac was picking up the slack for him. When they landed, a red-faced and humiliated Harry found himself face to face with an irate Katie Bell.

“What the fuck was that, Harry?” She demanded, as the others circled around them. “Your head was in the clouds the entire time we were out there! If I didn’t know better, I’d say Cormac was the captain, not you! We’re playing Slytherin in two weeks, in case you forgot, and I don’t intend to lose to them! And if we do, or if you can’t get your shit together, I’m going to call for a team vote to replace you as captain!”

She stormed towards the locker room. Cormac followed her at a trop, quickly catching up to her and slinging man arm around her shoulder. By the time they reached the locker room, his hand had dropped to her ass.

Harry looked around. The stands were empty and the rest of the team was trooping towards the lockers. Ginny and Demelza were giggling together, while Seamus joked with Peakes. Peakes glanced back over his shoulder in a way that worried Harry greatly. With an inward sigh, he too, set off for the lockers. The team waited outside for some reason. Katie wore a triumphant look on her face.

“Well,” she said, leering at Harry. “Cormac just explained everything to me. I don’t think there’s a need for a vote anymore. He’s our new captain. Peakes and Demelza know what you are now, too, sissy.” Harry’s heart sank as she continued. “You clearly can’t concentrate in your new position, and I don’t think any of us can take your leadership seriously anymore.”

“Right,” said Cormac, as Harry stared dejectedly at the ground. “As your new captain, we’ve got some new rules to lay down. First thing is the pecking order.” He stared at them all. “I’m on top. Period. Bell is second in command. Peakes and Seamus below that, then Ginny, then Demelza. Potter is nothing anymore. Just catch the fucking Snitch when it’ll win us the game, and keep out of everyone else’s way. Got that, bitch?”

“Yes, sir.” Said Harry, knowing that it was expected.

“Good. Now for the other changes I’ll be implementing,” he ushered them through into the locker room, “I think we need some after practice relaxation, and some pre-game stress relief. Potter, Weasley, Robbins, the reserve squad will help with that. I’ve made up a uniform for the reserves. They’ll stay in the locker room during games and practice. You three will wear the same uniform, but it will be enchanted to look normal on the field. I’ve been testing the spell on Susan…she walked naked past Dumbledore and McGonogall. Even talked to them a bit, and they had no idea.”

He gestured to the far wall where Ronnie, Hermione, and the Creeveys waited on their knees. All of them were dressed in what would best be described as a pervert’s take on an American cheerleader’s uniform: a minimalist scarlet tube top emblazoned with a gold lion, a ludicrously short gold skirt riding high enough to reveal scarlet panties, knee high white socks and bright red trainers.

“Your new uniforms are in your lockers. But for now, let’s hit the showers. No need for separate shower rooms anymore. Lose the clothes, sluts. Enjoy, lads.”

Hermione and the others obediently stood and stripped out of their clothes, the Creeveys blushing as their pathetically small caged cocks (laughably small, even in comparison to Harry’s meager excuse) became visible to the team. Peakes burst out laughing at the sight, but had a hunger in his eyes as he looked them up and down. Harry, too, disrobed, earning reproving looks from Katie and Demelza when first his panties and then his caged little cock appeared.

“Into the showers, Potter,” she said. “Hope you can at least eat pussy decently.”

Katie began to peel out of her sweat-soaked uniform, and Harry’s cock swelled at the sight of her full breasts and neatly trimmed pubic hair. Demelza quickly shed her own clothes, revealing small pert breasts, and a cute pink pussy.

“Come here, Dennis,” she ordered as she stepped under a jet of hot water, “I want Cormac to fuck me, and I’m going to need to be really fucking wet, if that bulge is anything to judge by.”

As if to prove that it was, Cormac tugged off his own uniform and joined Demelza under her shower. She ogled with disbelief at his cock and then turned her head up for a kiss as Dennis got to work on her pussy. Cormac snapped his fingers at Hermoine, who obediently sank to her knees to prepare his cock.

Peakes had Colin pressed into a wall already and was pumping away at his ass. Ginny was on her knees next to Ron, pleasuring Seamus. Katie shoved Harry roughly towards one of the remaining showers.

“My feet are dirty and sweaty,” she said. “You can start there.”

She put one foot forward, and Harry bent to take it in his mouth. The smell of sweat and dirt was overpowering, but he swirled his tongue around her toes nonetheless and had, in short order, licked every inch of her feet. When she Wass finally satisfied, she turned on the shower and stepped under the spray. She tossed him a loofa.

“Wash me.”

Harry obeyed, soaping her body all over as the room around them unfolded into further debauchery. Cormac had hoisted Demelza into the air and speared her on his cock. Dennis and Hermione knelt beneath the pair, each with a plum-sized ball in their mouths. Peakes had finished with Colin and had joined Seamus in double teaming Ronnie. As Harry knelt to worship Katie’s ass, Ginny made her way towards them, holding two harnesses. She held one out to Katie.

“Want to give Golden Boy’s ass a go?” She asked. “Trust me, it’s fantastic! He’s a good cock sucker, too.”

“Mmmm. I’m enjoying his tongue at the moment. Feel free to use his ass, though.”

“Don’t mind if I do. Lie on the bench, Katie. Harry, get in there and show her what that tongue can do, but stick your ass out for me.”

Katie stepped out from under her shower and sprawled on one of the wooden benches that dotted the room, spreading her legs invitingly. As soon as Harry moved into position between her legs, she clamped them shut around his head, pulling him deep into her pussy. Behind him, Ginny had fastened a strap-on around her waist and was feeding it into his well-trained ass.

“No idea how you keep your bum so tight, Potter,” she groaned, “but keep it up, whatever it is.”

She began to thrust, while Katie did her best to pull Harry’s face entirely into her pussy.

“Fucking get in there, Potter,” she snarled in mingled pleasure and fury. “Fucking worship it! Worship me! I should have been the fucking captain, you entitle little twat! Six years on the fucking team. Highest scoring chaser in Hogwarts history. But make me captain? No. Not when Harry fucking Potter can have yet another honor given to him for absolutely no reason.” She ground her clit furiously into Harry’s face. Ginny had conjured a riding crop and was raising welts on Harry’s ass with it ass she drove repeatedly into his gripping hole.

“At least you’re good for something,” mused Katie, easing her pressure on Harry’s head slightly. “But I’m glad Cormac’s in charge of the team. Hard to take orders from a little boy who wears panties. It’d be one thing if you were forced, but you like it, don’t you? You like wearing your little panties, and your cute stockings, and your little cage. You like watching real men satisfy your whore of a girlfriend. I bet you hate sucking their cocks, and taking it in the ass, and eating their cum, but you love it, too. Pig.”

It was all true. She shoved him away and got up.

“Cormac! Come over here and get that thing in my ass! I need a man!”

Cormac left a dazed and drooling Demelza lying under the spray of her shower, with Hermione lapping at her oozing cunt and came over to Katie, who had bent over and was spreading her cheeks invitingly.

It was some hours before the team made their rather stiff way back to the castle. As they walked, Cormac laid out his bet that he was entering into with Flint for the next game. If they won, the entire team, including Harry, would get a night with some of the prettiest girls in Slytherin, and any of the boys that Ginny, Katie, and Demelza might want to include. If the Slytherins won, the Gryffindor team, and their reserve squad, would be at the mercy of the Slytherins for a night. Whichever team won would have free rein with the losers, though Cormac assured Seamus and Peakes that they, like him, would likely be excluded, since none of the Slytherin team was into men (sissies, it seemed, were another matter). He also assured them that there would be strict secrecy spells in place, though that still meant that if they lost, the Slytherin team would know all about Harry’s secret.

They gradually dispersed once they were in the castle. Cormac met Susan in the entry hall and took Katie with him, headed for the Prefect’s bathroom; Ginny and the Creeveys went off with Blaise towards the dungeons; and Peakes pulled an enthusiastic Demelza into an empty classroom. Hermione, knowing that there was no point in seeking out a cock if she wasn’t allowed to cum, decided to follow Harry up to bed. Hermione was feeling especially loving to Harry, since he’d been through quite a lot that day (and since some of it had been her fault) and had an idea.

“I’m glad we have the room to ourselves,” she said, as she bore Harry down onto his bed, kissing him passionately. She rolled on top of him and tugged off her blouse. She hadn’t worn a bra, so her perfect breasts were immediately exposed. Harry cupped them lovingly in his hands as Hermione bent down to kiss him again. She wriggled wickedly against him and then started to unbutton his shirt.

“Did you cum at all after practice?” She asked.

“No,” he admitted, “Katie was pretty mad at me, and wouldn’t let me. Ginny drained me a bit, though,” he added. Sometimes when one of his mistresses asked if he’d already been allowed to cum, they included ruined orgasms.

“Poor baby,” cooed Hermione. “Let’s fix that.” She kissed her way down his well-muscled chest and unbuckled his belt one-handed. In short order she had Harry naked, ignoring the lacy stockings he wore. She grabbed her wand from beside the bed and tapped his cage with it, releasing his cock.

“Try not to cum too fast,” she whispered as she kissed around the base of his cock. “It’s okay if you do, though. We’ve got plenty of time for a second round.”

Harry groaned as Hermione’s mouth sank onto his cock. He closed his eyes, so he didn’t need to see her lips pursed like she was sucking on a straw, and fantasized that his cock could fill her mouth. Like Cormac or Dean or Neville, he thought. As soon as he thought of those men, he came, sending a few meager spurts of watery cum into Hermione’s mouth. She swallowed without even the hint of a grimace and looked up at him.

“Do you think you can go again?”

To his shame (though, if he was honest with himself, he was rapidly becoming less ashamed, and would likely be happy and unconflicted, soon) he knew the only way he’d get hard again.

“Maybe if I can eat you out for a while, or…” he blushed, “or if you…use my ass?”

Hermione grinned broadly and conjured a small pink dildo.

“Raise your legs, love,” she cooed. Harry obeyed, and Hermione bent back down, and extended her tongue. She lapped lovingly at his hole, which was still slightly sore from its earlier treatment. He groaned in pleasure as Hermione began to slowly and gently work the dildo into his ass.

“Fuck me,” he moaned. “Please, Hermione. Fuck me?”

Hermione gazed up at Harry with a slightly devilish, but adoring grin and began to pump the dildo into his hole. His cock, completely ignored, began to swell, quickly reaching its full, rarely achieved five inches.

“I wish you could get like this all the time…I could almost fuck you like that. Especially if you could last longer than a few minutes. We’ll have to try that some time.”

Harry tensed as the dildo began to press against his prostate.

“I wish I could, too, Hermione. I’d love to give you the pleasure that you deserve.”

“Oh but you do, Harry! Your tongue is amazing, and you’re always there for me! I just need to get cock from real men…you’re the one I want to come home to! I love you!”

“I love you, too!” Gasped Harry, as Hermione increased the speed of the dildo.

“Are you going to cum for me?” Asked Hermione. She bent her head and licked his balls again, before tracing her tongue up what passed for his shaft, before engulfing his full length back in her mouth. She bobbed her head easily up and down his length as Harry did his best not to cum.

“Do you want to fuck me, Harry?” Asked Hermione, suddenly. “I’m getting so wet! Or you could fuck my ass, since I can’t cum anyway? Would you like that?”

“Yes…” groaned Harry. He was finding it even harder to not cum. Hermione grabbed her wand and tapped it against Harry’s balls. Suddenly, he found that his orgasm felt far away. Hermione rolled away from him and raised her ass into the air, wiggling it suggestively.

“Fuck me, Harry!” She urged. Harry didn’t need telling twice. He leaned down to lick her ass, tasting the last of the cum from earlier, which didn’t in the slightest deter him. Satisfied that she was ready, he lined his cock up to her ass and eased himself in. The feeling was indescribable. He’d never felt anything so good as her ass. Despite its earlier treatment, her ass gripped his cock, small as it was, like a vise.

He started pumping feeling almost like a man. Very quickly, he felt his climax building back up.

“Hermione,” he moaned, “your ass is amazing!”

“Mmmm. Keep going Harry! It feels really nice! Cum whenever you’re ready! Cum for me!”

Harry slammed his hips into her ass one last time, and came. It felt like the biggest orgasm of his life as he filled Hermione’s ass with his seed. He collapsed against her, kissing the back of her neck. He rolled away from her and kissed her on the mouth. She smiled at him adoringly.

Suddenly, he felt his cage snap back into place, and looked up. Neville and Dean had just entered the room. Both were grinning. Behind them came Seamus, leading Ronnie on a leash.

“Well done, Harry,” said Dean, mockingly. “Almost looked like a real fuck…if I’d never seen one before. How about you clean her ass for us.”

“Yes, sir,” said Harry, immediately returning to his most submissive. He leaned in and sucked around Hermione’s ass as she slowly squeezed his cum out.

“Good boy,” said Neville. “Now move. Get that pussy up on my dick, Hermione. Dean’s going to take your ass, tonight…Romilda won’t let him fuck her’s yet. Do a good job pleasing us, and I might let you cum. I taught Cormac that spell, and it’s easy enough to remove.”

Hermione very nearly tackled Neville in her eagerness for his cock. Harry watched closely as Nevill’s magnificent beast of a cock spread Hermione’s lips to their full extent. His cock swelled in its cage.

“Merlin, Hermione,” groaned Neville. “You really do have the best cunt in this castle.”

“Mmmm. Thank you, master!” She cried. Harry found himself edged off the bed as Dean positioned himself at Hermione’s ass. While Harry had been fucking her, her cheeks had stayed close together, the firm globes cupping his balls with each stroke. For Dean’s mammoth cock, they spread apart obscenely and her hole gaped, stretched to a shocking degree.

“Come here, Harry,” said Seamus, who was sitting on the edge of his bed, with Ronnie in his lap, his cock burried in her still nearly-new pussy. Harry crawled over to them. “Lick this slut’s pussy while I fuck her, there’s a good sissy.”

Harry got to work, licking Ronnie’s clit as Seamus brought her to climax after climax. From the sounds behind them, Neville had removed Cormac’s spell and let Hermione cum. Harry continued to lap at Ronnie’s dripping pussy and Seamus’s thrusting cock. Finally, Seamus came, pumping his seed deep into Ronnie’s cunt.

“We’re done with you now, bitch,” said Ronnie, climbing off Seamus’s cock and kneeling to clean it. She had reverted to a slightly more dominant personality, in respect to Harry at least.

“Yes, Miss,” said Harry. He turned back to his bed just in time to see Neville and Dean blast their loads onto Hermione’s heaving chest. She had her breasts pressed together and her mouth open to catch their seed. Her pussy and asshole both gaped from the rough treatment given to them by Dean and Neville. The two got up, grinning in satisfaction. Neville pointed his wand at Hermione’s pussy.

“One time treat, slut,” he said. Then, he gave the wand another flick. “There. You can cum, but only with a cock in your ass or in your throat. They’ll have to get in at least eight inches, and dildos won’t work.” He grinned even wider. “So glad Padma helped me get better at charms.” He looked over at Harry and jerked his head towards the cum-glazed mess that was Hermione. “Go on. Bed time.”

Harry crawled into bed with Hermione, smelling the mingled sweat of three passionate lovers, Hermione’s juices, and cum. Hermione pulled his head into her breasts, and Harry kissed them tenderly, tasting the cum that coated them, and getting even more of it his hair.

AN: I apologize for the long pause between chapters, and this one is a bit shorter than I intended, and not quite fully edited, so there may be some typos. I think there are 2, maybe 3 chapters left in this (I'm running out of new ideas). I renamed the story because I originally intended for it to be a Luna/Harry focused femdom story, and it sort of exploded into a more rambling fetish-fest.
I'm working on a number of new stories, including side stories to this one, a gentle(r) femdom Harry/Hermione story, another TS Luna/Harry story (actually focused on them with a more dominant Harry), a straight up dom Harry story, and stories featuring Hermione and Ginny. No idea when any of them will be ready/posted.
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Ceding Control (formerly Goddess of the Moon)