The Dormant Power ch.21 (Patreon)

As Hermione slowly regained her composure, Harry whispered into her ear, ensuring his command would be the final nail in Cedric's coffin. "Tell him it's over."

"Sorry, Cedric," she murmured, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "It's over now."

The scene was one of utter humiliation and degradation, and Harry couldn't have been more satisfied. His control over them—over all of them—was complete.

A storm of emotions swept through the room, leaving Cedric trembling and crying. Hermione's lips met Harry's in a deep, passionate kiss as they reveled in the twisted power that bound them all together. Harry felt the intoxicating mix of love, desire, and control coursing through his veins, urging him to push even further.

"Fleur," Harry commanded, his voice dripping with authority, "come here and beg for forgiveness."

The once-proud succubus crawled to him, her eyes filled with a desperate need for redemption. "Please, Harry," she whimpered, her voice barely audible. "Forgive me. I'll do anything you want."

"Prove it," Harry replied, his tone cold and ruthless. As Fleur looked at him, Harry saw her resolve harden. She was determined to earn his forgiveness, no matter what it took.

Harry withdrew his cock from Hermione and motioned for Fleur to take her place. She did so eagerly, lying down on the bed and spreading her legs for her master.

"Sit on her face, Hermione," Harry ordered, positioning Fleur in the same submissive pose they had used on Daphne earlier that night. "I want you to get used to using my new toy!"

Fleur moaned, but her voice was cut off as Hermione swung her leg over her head and lowered her wet, swollen pussy onto Fleur's face. Harry plunged his cock deep into Fleur's cunt, letting her feel his desire for the first time since she had tried to defeat him. Her screams were muffled by Hermione's ass, but Harry could feel her need in the broken essence of her soul.

Harry felt a deep satisfaction as he drove his cock further into her tightness, feeling the heat of her desire burning against him. His thrusts grew more powerful, slamming into the succubus and driving them both mad with pleasure. Fleur's moans echoed throughout the room, but Harry could focus only on his own sensations—each movement filled him with an intoxicating rush of power and control.

Together, Hermione and Harry used Fleur as their plaything, sating their lust on her willing body. Bound by the invisible chains of his power, Fleur took every thrust from Harry with a mix of eagerness and resignation.

Harry took pleasure in watching Hermione explore new depths of her desires while Fleur fully submitted to her. Her firm body writhed and brushed against Fleur's face, reveling in the feeling of domination over the succubus. Against herself, the succubus came on Harry's cock, even as her tongue found Hermione's sensitive spot, pushing her to the edge of orgasm.

Harry could no longer hold back and turned to Daphne, still stroking Draco's red and throbbing cock.

"Finish him off, Daphne!" Harry commanded. "Then come here. I have a gift for you!"

"Sorry, sweetheart!" Daphne hissed mischievously into Draco's ear. "Looks like a real man needs me."

As these words pierced Draco's tormented soul, Harry struck him with a desire so strong his body convulsed in Daphne's pumping hand. His cum spurted onto the floor as Daphne laughed at her once-powerful boyfriend. Harry continued to pump Draco full of desire, intertwining his pleasure with Draco's humiliation until they became one.

As Draco collapsed in a pool of his cum, Daphne approached Harry on the bed. Harry pulled out of Fleur and stood on the mattress.

"Kneel," Harry commanded, and the three women in his life knelt before him as he stroked his cock. It was swollen with blood and power, pulsing with the raw emotions contained within this small room. The succubus, the cheerleader, and his sweetheart knelt before him on the mattress, gazing at him with lustful adoration. Those eyes, violet, blue, and brown, were filled with a love he had never seen before, and it was this generous devotion that finally pushed him over the edge of orgasm.

"Now you are mine!" Harry growled. "Say it!"

"I am yours, Harry!" Hermione said without hesitation.

"All yours, baby!" Daphne added, raising her face to receive his gift.

"Please, Harry," Fleur gasped, her voice breaking under the weight of her submission. "Let me serve you. Let me show you how much I've changed."

"Yes!" Harry roared. "YES!"

As his roar echoed through the room, a thick rope of cum shot from his cock, splattering across Fleur's face. Daphne moaned and leaned forward to lick the thick cum off the succubus's cheek as another ropy strand slashed across the blonde's face. The hot cum made Daphne moan and turn her face to catch the next load before Harry aimed his cock at Hermione. His beloved nodded, encouraging him with a loving smile just before he sprayed his seed onto her beautiful face. And it didn't stop there. He shot rope after sticky rope of cum until the faces of all three women were covered with his desire.

Then, as they shared Harry's milky cum among themselves, he reached deep and gave them all mind-melting orgasms. All three screamed in pleasure and collapsed onto the bed, his cum coating their faces. Harry had never seen anything so beautiful. Finally, exhausted from the long night of debauchery and certain of his victory, he collapsed into the arms of his women.

Time seemed to blur, and when Harry finally came to, the room had transformed into a darkly sensual tableau. Hermione lay nestled in his arms, her love for him amplified by his power. On either side, Fleur and Daphne clung to each other, their submission a palpable presence that filled the air.

In the corner, Draco and Cedric knelt, their gazes never leaving Harry and the women. His power had altered their very being, ensuring they would always derive satisfaction only from watching the women they loved.

"Cedric, Draco," Harry murmured, his voice low and seductive. "This is who you are now. You will always be on the outside, looking in—unable to stop me as I take your women again and again."

Hermione giggled softly into Harry's ear, and he felt the weight of his triumph settle into place. The souls of everyone in this room were irrevocably changed, bound to him and his desires.

And as Harry looked around at his new acolytes, he knew one thing for certain—he was no longer the shy, powerless victim they once knew. He was now their master, a cruel and ruthless force that shaped their lives and desires in ways they could never have imagined. It was time for the Dark Lord to rise and punish everyone for his wrongs.