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The Enchanted Surrender [CNC][mfmf][bdsm][creampie][forced][Harry Potter]
The Enchanted Surrender
The ancient wards surrounding the secluded cottage on the edge of the Forbidden Forest hummed with a deep, possessive magic that night. They had been layered so thickly into the weathered stone walls and towering ancient oaks that the very air felt heavy and alive with power. Moonlight sliced through the dense canopy in sharp silver blades, illuminating Luna’s wildflower garden where the moon lilies had unfurled their luminous white petals like secret offerings. Their sweet, heady nectar mingled with the crushed lavender and damp earth, drifting through the cracked windows alongside the distant hoot of a nightjar. Inside the cottage, the circular hearth roared higher than usual. Its flames cast flickering golden light and deep dancing shadows across the spacious room. The rich aroma of pine resin and sandalwood incense curled through the air, blending with the faint unmistakable musk of raw building lust.
Hermione Granger’s towering bookshelves lined one entire wall like silent sentinels. Their ancient tomes bound in worn leather stood as quiet witnesses to what was about to unfold. Luna Lovegood’s delicate treasures lay scattered across every surface: radish earrings dangling from a brass hook, shimmering beetle wing constellations arranged like forgotten stars, and crumpled parchment notes filled with observations about creatures no one else believed in. This cottage had become their sanctuary after the war, a place of laughter and safety that tonight would transform into a chamber of deliberate consensual ruin.
Harry Potter, twenty five, moved with the lethal grace of a man who had once hunted dark wizards. His broad muscled frame was tense with controlled power and those famous green eyes burned with dark intent. Ron Weasley, the same age, stood tall and powerfully built. His freckled skin flushed with hunger and that familiar wicked grin now edged with something primal. Hermione, twenty four, felt her heart hammer as she stepped from the Floo Network with Luna at her side.
Her body was curvy and full breasted, soft waves of chestnut hair framing her heart shaped face. She remained dressed in the fitted cream blouse and pencil skirt that had hugged her wide hips and thick thighs all day in London. Luna, twenty three, remained ethereally slender and pale. Her long blonde hair cascaded like liquid moonlight down her back and her flowing pale blue sundress whispered against her bare skin underneath.
They had planned this for weeks. The agreement was ironclad, discussed in the soft afterglow of gentler nights and sealed with absolute trust. Consensual non consent. A fantasy where the women would be taken, overpowered, and used with relentless brutality until their brilliant minds and strong wills shattered under wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure. Safe words remained sacred. Phoenix to slow down and mandrake to stop everything. The delicate silver ankle bands they both wore glowed warm amber now, ready to flare red if needed. Aftercare was promised in every detail: warm blankets, healing potions, endless praise, and hours of tender holding by the fire. Yet in this moment, as the Floo flames died behind them, the illusion felt terrifyingly real.
Oh Merlin, Hermione thought. Her logical mind raced even as liquid heat flooded her core. This is what I asked for. This is what we all wanted. But he looks so dangerous. Like he really means it this time. Her nipples tightened instantly against her lace bra and a rush of slick wetness soaked her panties.
Luna’s silver eyes widened dreamily as Ron stepped forward. The nargles are swirling so wildly tonight, she mused inwardly. A secret thrill shivered through her. They want us to be taken. To be broken open like moon lilies under starlight. I should not want it this much but I do.
The takeover was savage and immediate.
Harry seized Hermione from behind like a predator claiming prey. His thick arm locked across her throat in a firm chokehold that pinned her utterly without cutting off her air. His other hand clamped brutally over her mouth. His rock hard cock, already massive and throbbing, ground viciously against the curve of her ass through his trousers. “You think you are so fucking smart, Granger?” he snarled hotly against her ear. His voice was gravel rough and dripping with dominance. “Strutting around in that tight little skirt all week, lecturing us with that know it all tone. Tonight we are going to break that brilliant mind of yours until you are nothing but a dripping cock drunk whore begging for more.”
Hermione’s eyes flew wide in exquisite terror and lust. She thrashed hard, heels kicking against the rug and muffled screams vibrating against his palm as her full breasts heaved. No, no, this feels too real, her mind screamed. Even as her cunt clenched violently and fresh slick flooded her lace panties. I am supposed to fight but gods the way he is holding me. I can feel how huge he is. I want him to ruin me so badly it scares me.
At the exact same moment, Ron slammed Luna back against the nearest wall hard enough to make her gasp. One massive hand pinned both her slender wrists above her head. His other hand yanked her sundress up and shoved three thick fingers straight into her bare already drenched pussy without any warning. “No knickers, you filthy little slut,” he growled. He pumped his fingers brutally deep, curling them against her g spot with punishing force. “You are going to take everything we give you until your eyes roll back and you forget how to speak.”
Luna’s silver eyes fluttered. A broken moan escaped her lips as her hips jerked involuntarily against the rough intrusion. Oh it hurts so good, she thought. His fingers are stretching me so wide already. I feel so small and helpless but my body is betraying me completely. Please do not stop.
They dragged the women to the center of the room with powerful strides. Harry ripped Hermione’s cream blouse open with one violent yank. Buttons exploded across the floor like tiny pearls. He tore her bra off next, freeing her heavy creamy breasts that spilled out with rosy nipples already rock hard and begging. Her pencil skirt was shredded at the seams and her lace panties were ripped away to expose her swollen dripping cunt. The puffy lips glistened obscenely in the firelight. Ron tore Luna’s sundress completely off her body in one motion. He left her naked and trembling. Her small pert breasts flushed pink and her tiny clit visibly throbbed with need.
They bound them brutally to the massive four poster bed. Wrists and ankles were lashed wide in a cruel X with enchanted black silk ropes that tightened mercilessly when they struggled. The spreading bar forced their legs obscenely apart so their pussies and tight asses were completely exposed. Floating mirrors hovered at every angle and showed every humiliating detail. Hermione’s thick thighs quivered as juices ran in rivulets down to her asshole. Luna’s delicate pink folds spread wide and her clit engorged and shiny.
Harry stood over them, stroking his massive veined cock. It was thicker than Hermione’s wrist and the head was angry and leaking. “Look at these two pathetic dripping cunts,” he said. “You are both going to be ruined tonight. We are going to fuck you until you break.”
Ron dropped to his knees first and buried his face between Luna’s spread thighs like a starving man. He devoured her roughly. His tongue lashed her clit with brutal strokes, teeth grazing the sensitive bud while three fingers slammed into her sopping hole so hard that wet squelching sounds filled the room. He sucked her clit into his mouth and bit down gently while hammering her g spot. Luna screamed. Her body convulsed and she squirted a clear arc across his chin within minutes.
Oh gods he is eating me like an animal, Luna thought through the haze. My pussy is clenching so hard around his fingers. I cannot hold back. I am going to cum already and they have barely started. This is too much. I love it.
Harry attacked Hermione with equal savagery. He forced four thick fingers into her tight cunt, stretching her ruthlessly while his tongue battered her swollen clit. He sucked hard and growled against her flesh. “This greedy fucking pussy is sucking my fingers in. You are such a dirty little slut pretending to fight when you are creaming like a whore.”
Hermione’s mind fractured under the assault. It burns so perfectly, she thought desperately. His fingers are splitting me open and his tongue is relentless. I should say phoenix but I do not want to. I need him deeper. I need to be broken.
They switched with dark hunger. Ron fed his dripping fingers covered in Luna’s cum into Hermione’s mouth, forcing her to suck them clean while Harry slammed his huge cock down her throat in one brutal thrust. Hermione gagged hard. Thick drool exploded from her stretched lips and tears streamed down her face as Harry fucked her face mercilessly. His balls slapped her chin with every thrust. “Take it all, you know it all bitch,” he snarled. “Choke on my cock while Ron ruins your friend.”
Ron mounted Luna like an animal. He lined up his long thick cock and rammed in to the hilt in one savage stroke, bottoming out against her cervix. Luna screamed in overwhelming pleasure pain as he pounded her without mercy. The bed creaked violently and her small body jolted with every brutal thrust. “Fuck, your cunt is strangling me,” he snarled. He spanked her pale ass bright red. “You are going to cum until you pass out, moon whore.”
Harry pulled out of Hermione’s mouth with strings of thick drool connecting her lips to his cock. He drove into her soaked pussy with one devastating thrust. The stretch burned deliciously as he fucked her like he hated her. Deep punishing strokes made her heavy tits bounce wildly and his balls slapped her ass.
He reached down and rubbed her clit roughly while pinching her nipples until she shrieked.
The women came hard and repeatedly. Their wills shattered under the relentless onslaught. Luna squirted violently around Ron’s cock. Her entire body seized and her silver eyes rolled back as she wailed incoherently. Hermione followed. Her cunt clamped down like a vice and she gushed all over Harry’s pounding shaft. She screamed around the fingers he forced back into her mouth.
They flipped the women onto all fours with faces pressed into the mattress facing each other. Harry and Ron mounted them again, fucking their cunts with animalistic force. The wet obscene slapping of flesh echoed through the room. Harry spat on Hermione’s tight asshole and shoved two fingers inside, double penetrating her brutally while he railed her pussy. “Feel that, Granger?” he growled. “Both your holes belong to us now. We are going to wreck this perfect ass next.”
Ron did the same to Luna, stretching her tiny asshole with thick fingers while his cock destroyed her dripping cunt. The women kissed desperately. Their tongues tangled and they shared broken moans and drool as their bodies were used without mercy.
Toys came next. Large jeweled plugs were forced into their asses, stretching them wide while the men continued fucking their pussies. Vibrating wands were strapped mercilessly to their clits on the highest setting, forcing orgasm after orgasm until both women were sobbing and shaking. They squirted continuously. Nipple clamps with heavy weights tugged brutally on their sensitive buds with every thrust.
They rotated holes without pause. Harry pulled out of Hermione’s cunt and slammed balls deep into her ass in one brutal stroke, making her scream. “Take it, you fucking slut,” he groaned. “Your ass is gripping me so tight.” Ron took Luna’s ass next, pounding relentlessly while fingering her cunt.
Hours blurred into a haze of raw filthy domination. The men came multiple times, filling their pussies and asses with thick loads of cum that leaked obscenely down their thighs. They forced the women to clean their cocks with eager mouths. They made Hermione and Luna lick each other’s cum filled holes while being fucked from behind. They choked them lightly, spanked them until their asses glowed crimson, and called them every filthy name while praising how beautifully they broke.
“You are ours,” Harry growled as he flooded Hermione’s womb again. “Your will is gone. Nothing left but our perfect cum dumpster.”
By the end both women were limp trembling messes. Their bodies were covered in sweat, cum, and their own squirt. Their minds were blissfully shattered into pure ecstatic surrender. Only then did the roughness melt into tender aftercare. The ropes vanished. Harry and Ron gathered their ruined glowing women into strong arms. They wrapped them in soft blankets by the hearth, feeding them water and healing potions. They kissed every mark and whispered endless praise.
“You were so fucking perfect,” Harry murmured. He stroked Hermione’s hair as she curled against his chest. “We love you more than anything. You took everything so beautifully.”
Luna smiled dreamily against Ron’s neck. Her voice was hoarse. “Completely broken and so wonderfully full.”
The fire crackled softly as the four of them lay tangled together. The cottage wards hummed protectively around their spent bodies. The fantasy had been brutal, raw, and utterly devastating. It was exactly what they all craved. Their bond, forged in trust, only grew stronger in the quiet afterglow. They would rest, recover, and soon plan the next night of delicious ruin.
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The fire in the circular hearth had burned down to glowing embers by the time the four of them stirred again. Soft blankets wrapped around Hermione and Luna like protective cocoons, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of the first brutal round. Healing potions had soothed the sweetest aches, but the silver ankle bands still glowed a warm amber, signaling that the night was far from over. Harry and Ron had held them close for nearly an hour, murmuring praise and feeding them sips of water and chocolate. Yet the hunger in the men’s eyes had never faded. The women could feel it in the way strong hands lingered on their curves, in the renewed hardness pressing against their hips.
Hermione lay curled against Harry’s broad chest, her cheek pressed to the steady thump of his heart. I should feel wrecked, she thought, her brilliant mind still trying to reassemble itself. My pussy and ass are so sore, so full of their cum. But instead of wanting rest, I ache for more. I want them to break me completely this time. To leave nothing of the old Hermione behind except a trembling, obedient mess who lives only for their cocks. The thought sent a fresh trickle of wetness down her thigh.
Luna nestled between Ron’s freckled arms, her pale skin marked with faint handprints and love bites that glowed in the firelight. The wrackspurts have fled, she reflected dreamily, a secret smile curving her lips. All that remains is this deep, pulsing need. They took me so savagely before. I screamed and squirted and begged in my heart even while pretending to fight. I want them to do it again, harder. Until my mind floats away entirely and I become only sensation.
Harry’s voice broke the quiet, low and commanding. “Our beautiful girls took the first breaking so well. But the night is young. On your knees now. Both of you. We are not finished ruining you.”
The command sent a shiver through both women. They obeyed slowly, bodies deliciously sore as they slid from the blankets onto the thick emerald rug in front of the hearth. The firelight painted their naked forms in gold and shadow. Hermione’s full breasts swayed heavily, nipples still tight and sensitive from the clamps. Luna’s slender frame looked almost fragile beside her, though her silver eyes burned with eager submission.
Ron fetched fresh toys from the side table while Harry arranged the women on all fours facing each other once more. This time he added a new element. Enchanted silk scarves blindfolded them both, plunging the world into darkness and heightening every touch. “No seeing,” Harry murmured against Hermione’s ear as he tied the scarf. “Only feeling. Only taking what we give you.”
The loss of sight made everything sharper. Hermione’s breath quickened. Blind now. Completely vulnerable. They could do anything and I would only know their hands, their cocks, their words. Her pussy clenched hard at the thought.
Ron’s large hands spread Luna’s knees wider on the rug. “Arch that pretty back, moon girl. Present that dripping cunt and ass to me like the desperate slut you are.” He ran a thick finger along her soaked slit, collecting their mixed cum from the first round, then pushed it into her mouth. “Taste how well you were fucked earlier. Swallow it.”
Luna moaned around his finger, sucking obediently. So filthy. So perfect. I am their toy tonight.
Harry positioned himself behind Hermione. He rubbed the massive, veined head of his cock up and down her slick folds, teasing her swollen clit until she whimpered. Without warning he slammed forward, burying all nine thick inches into her pussy in one brutal thrust. The force drove her forward on the rug, breasts dragging against the fibers. “Fuck, still so tight,” he growled, gripping her wide hips hard enough to leave new marks. “This greedy little hole was made for wrecking. Take it, Granger. Take every inch while I break you open again.”
He set a punishing rhythm immediately. Deep, savage strokes that made her full ass ripple with every impact. The wet, obscene sound of his heavy balls slapping her clit filled the room alongside the crackle of the fire. Hermione cried out, fingers digging into the rug. He is so deep. Gods, I feel him in my stomach. It hurts and it feels divine. My mind is slipping already.
Ron mirrored him with Luna, driving his long cock into her tight pussy with equal force. He reached beneath her to pinch and tug her small nipples, pulling them downward as he fucked her. “That’s it, baby. Squeeze my cock. Show me how badly you need to be used.” He slapped her pale ass hard, the sharp crack echoing. Then he spat on her tight little asshole and worked two thick fingers inside, stretching her while he railed her cunt.
Both women rocked forward with every thrust, their faces inches apart though blindfolded. Their moans mingled in desperate harmony. Hermione could feel Luna’s hot breath on her lips.
Without thinking she leaned forward and kissed her friend deeply, tongues tangling sloppily as they were fucked senseless.
The men changed holes after the first shattering orgasms. Harry pulled from Hermione’s pussy with a wet pop and pressed the cum-slick head of his cock against her asshole. “Breathe, love. This ass is mine now.” He pushed forward slowly but relentlessly, the thick head popping past her tight ring and sliding deep. Hermione screamed into Luna’s mouth, the burn exquisite. Too big. Too much. But do not stop. Ruin me. Break my will until I cum from my ass alone.
Ron did the same to Luna, filling her tiny ass while fingering her dripping cunt. The double sensations drove both women wild. The men fucked their asses with long, powerful strokes, praising them constantly even as the pace remained brutal.
“You are taking us so beautifully,” Harry groaned, one hand reaching around to rub Hermione’s clit in tight, rough circles. “Such a strong, brilliant witch letting me destroy your perfect ass. I love you like this. Broken open and dripping for me.”
Luna came first again, her slender body convulsing as she squirted hard onto Ron’s thrusting fingers. Her wail was muffled by Hermione’s kiss. The sight and sound pushed Hermione over the edge moments later. Her ass clenched violently around Harry’s cock as a powerful orgasm ripped through her, juices gushing down her thighs onto the rug.
They did not stop. The men flipped the women onto their backs, legs pushed up to their shoulders in a mating press. Blindfolds still in place, the new position left them utterly exposed. Harry drove back into Hermione’s pussy, folding her in half so he could pound straight down into her womb. Ron claimed Luna beside them. The angle allowed devastating depth. Every thrust battered their cervixes and sent stars exploding behind their blindfolds.
Hermione’s inner voice dissolved into fragments. Cannot think. Only cock. Only pleasure. They are breaking me. My will is cracking. I am theirs. Completely theirs. Fresh tears of overwhelming ecstasy soaked the blindfold.
Luna floated in pure sensation. The universe is only this. Their bodies claiming mine. I have no thoughts left. Only yes.
Vibrating wands were strapped tightly to both women’s clits on the highest setting. The relentless buzzing combined with the brutal fucking forced orgasm after orgasm. Hermione lost count after the sixth, her body shaking uncontrollably, squirting in powerful arcs that soaked Harry’s abs and the rug beneath them. Luna’s smaller frame jerked like a live wire, her pale skin flushed crimson, soft breasts bouncing wildly.
The men finally allowed their own releases. Harry buried himself to the hilt in Hermione’s spasming pussy and flooded her with thick, hot ropes of cum. “Take every drop, my perfect girl. This womb belongs to me.” Ron did the same inside Luna, groaning her name as he pumped her full.
Even then they continued. They made the women kneel and clean their cocks with eager, exhausted mouths. Hermione tasted herself and Harry on his shaft, sucking devotedly while tears of overstimulation ran down her cheeks. Luna licked Ron clean with dreamy reverence, her tongue swirling around his balls.
Only when both women were limp, trembling, cum leaking from every hole and minds blissfully empty did the roughness melt away. Harry and Ron removed the blindfolds, untied nothing because nothing remained bound except their hearts. They carried their ruined lovers back to the massive bed, wrapping them in fresh warm blankets scented with lavender. Healing potions were pressed to lips. Gentle kisses covered every mark, every reddened patch of skin.
“You were extraordinary,” Harry whispered against Hermione’s temple, holding her close while stroking her sweat-damp hair. His voice was filled with awe and love. “So strong and brave to let us break you like that. I love you more than anything in this world. You surrendered so perfectly.”
Ron cradled Luna against his chest, pressing soft kisses to her forehead. “My dreamy moon girl. You took everything we gave and still glowed like starlight. You are safe. You are cherished. We will always put you back together after we shatter you.”
Hermione curled tighter into Harry, her voice hoarse but content. “I felt my will break tonight. It was terrifying and beautiful. Thank you for making it safe to fall apart.”
Luna smiled up at Ron, silver eyes heavy with satisfied exhaustion. “The nargles are silent. Only love remains. Thank you for taking me so completely.”
The four of them lay tangled together as the hearth fire was stoked back to life with a lazy wave of Harry’s wand. Outside, the moon lilies continued their gentle glowing in the garden, and the ancient wards hummed protectively around the cottage.
The night stretched on with soft touches turning into lazy kisses, whispered stories, and the deep peace that only comes after total surrender and perfect trust.
They would sleep like this, bodies entwined, hearts fuller than ever. And in the morning, when strength returned, they would talk about every moment, reinforcing the love that made such delicious ruin possible. The fantasy had done exactly what they needed. It had stripped them bare, broken their wills through overwhelming pleasure, and left them stronger and more devoted than before.
The Enchanted Surrender was far from finished. It was only beginning.