The Dormant Power ch.20 (Patreon)

"Good girl," Harry murmured, reaching down to gently stroke her hair, his touch possessive yet tender. "Now show me how much you love me."

As Hermione's lips parted and enveloped Harry in a warm, wet embrace, he glanced at the writhing bodies moaning and writhing on the floor. His triumph was complete. Now, all that remained was to savor the fruits of Harry's victory.

Harry still couldn't believe his eyes as Hermione, the sweet, innocent girl he had known since childhood, stood before him. She belonged to him now, her long, flowing hair cascading gracefully over her face. She looked at him with a mixture of adoration and desire that sent shivers down his spine.

"Harry," she murmured, "you taste so good!"

"Take it, Hermione," Harry whispered, his mouth dry. "Take my cock!"

Hermione smiled, and Harry watched as she leaned forward to take his throbbing cock in her hands. Her delicate fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft, pulling the skin back from the head so she could place a warm, wet kiss on the tip. This wasn't the hungry sucking he had experienced from Fleur and Daphne. This was loving reverence that moved him deeply. Hermione continued to attend to his cock, then leaned forward to press her lips to his balls. The sensation of her warm breath and soft, gentle kisses on his sensitive skin was almost overwhelming. She took her time, savoring every taste and caress, her eyes never leaving his. It was as if she wanted him to know that this act of submission was a gift, offered freely and with love.

Her tongue darted out to tease the tip of his swelling cock, and Harry couldn't stop himself from moaning in response. Hermione took this as encouragement, her mouth closing around his head, enveloping him in warm, wet heat. She sucked eagerly, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper into her willing mouth. He could feel her devotion, her desire to please him, pouring from every inch of her being.

Then Harry felt it—the energy emitted by her adoration. It swirled around them, an almost tangible force of love and devotion. His mind instinctively reached out and gathered it, drawing it into himself and allowing it to fuel his growing power. As he did, he sent some of it back to Hermione, intensifying her fervor and strengthening the connection between them even further.

"Do you like it, Harry?" she asked, her voice breathless and filled with desire. "Do you like what I'm doing to you?"

"God, yes," he hissed, threading his hands through her hair and guiding her movements. "You have no idea how good this feels."

Her eyes sparkled with satisfaction at his words, and she redoubled her efforts, sucking and worshipping his cock with renewed fervor. Soon, the thick head of his cock was lodged at the back of her throat, wet murmurs of desire spilling around the base as Hermione took every inch. The energy between them intensified, filling the room with a potent mix of power and desire. It was unlike anything Harry had ever experienced before, and he knew he would never forget this moment.

As Hermione continued to service Harry, her love and devotion fueling his growing strength, he felt more alive than ever before. He realized this was only the beginning, the first step on a path of darkness and sexual domination that would forever change him and those around him. For now, though, all Harry could think about was the exquisite pleasure of having the beautiful Hermione Taylor on her knees before him, utterly devoted to his pleasure and willing to do anything to please him.

Feeling the potent lust coursing through him, Harry decided it was time to share it with Daphne. With a rakish grin and a nod of his head, he sent a wave of intense desire through her body. The effect was immediate—she moaned and trembled with need, her eyes wide and pleading as she looked at him. 

"Daphne," Harry commanded, his voice dripping with authority, "crawl over here and show me how much you want me."

She didn't hesitate. Dropping to her knees, she crawled toward him like a compliant pet, her sensual form swaying enticingly with every move. Harry felt a surge of desire and satisfaction at her submission, knowing she was now completely under his control. When she reached him, she looked up pleadingly, awaiting further instructions.

"Lick my ass, bitch!" Harry ordered, positioning himself so she had easy access. She dove in eagerly, her tongue swirling around his tight hole, exploring every inch of his sensitive body. As she worshiped his ass, Hermione continued working on his cock, the combination of their attention driving him wild with pleasure.

"Fuck," Harry groaned, reveling in the feeling of having two beautiful women entirely devoted to his pleasure. Their submission was intoxicating, fueling his dark desires and amplifying his power exponentially.

Finally, his gaze fell upon Cedric and Draco, who were watching the scene unfold before them with a mixture of horror and helpless arousal. With a cruel smile, Harry reached out and combined Hermione's love for him with Daphne's innate cruelty, blending the two energies until the helpless boys moaned with need.

"Daphne," Harry said, his voice cold and commanding, "stop what you're doing and go fuck those two."

"Anything for you, Harry," Daphne murmured, her eyes glittering with malicious delight as she abandoned her task and approached Cedric and Draco. She knelt behind them, reaching around to free their throbbing cocks. The beautiful cheerleader grasped their stiff shafts in her hands, smiling as they both groaned under her touch.

"Pathetic boys," she mocked, stroking them mercilessly with her fingers. "You're both fucking useless compared to Harry."

These words made Harry's heart swell even as the humiliation settled into the souls of Draco and Cedric. He relished their shame as he pulled Hermione onto the bed, positioning her beneath him and preparing to take her fully. Her eyes were filled with love and adoration, making it clear she was willing to give herself to him, body and soul.

"Tell me you want me, Hermione," Harry whispered, his voice thick with passion.

"I want you, Harry!" she moaned. "I want you more than I've ever wanted anything!"

Harry slid his cock deep into her, sealing their connection with a groan of ecstasy. Hermione gasped as he filled her, her delicate pussy muscles clutching him and pulling him deeper. His hips rocked back and forth, claiming her inch by inch until he was buried inside her. His body felt like it was on fire, and he felt the pressure of each thrust deep within him. Hermione's moans filled his ears, her breath quickening with every movement. He felt every wave of pleasure that surged through them both, like an unstoppable force.

As Hermione's warm, inviting body trembled beneath him, a wicked thought rooted itself in Harry's mind. He could sense Cedric's heart breaking with every thrust into his beloved; it was delicious.

He wanted more.

"Tell him, Hermione," Harry whispered into her ear, his cock buried deep inside her. "Tell Cedric how much better I am than him."

Hermione hesitated, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and desire. Harry's power flowed through her, strengthening her love for him while suppressing any resistance she might have had. She bit her lip, then, with a touch of reluctance, spoke the humiliating words.

"Cedric... Harry is so much better than you," she moaned, her voice trembling with ecstasy. "He makes me feel things... things I never felt with you."

The pain on Cedric's face was exquisite, fueling Harry's growing power. As Daphne continued to stroke him and Draco, their cocks dripping, Harry savored the sweet agony of their helplessness.

"Please, Hermione..." Cedric pleaded, tears streaming down his face. Harry could feel his pain like a physical force in the room, but it only heightened his arousal.

"Silence!" Harry commanded, his voice echoing through the room like thunder. "Watch as I give your girl what you never could!"

It was then that Fleur stirred, her eyes opening only to find herself immobilized by Harry's will. The terror on her face further fueled his sadistic desires—she, who once fed on others, was now forced to endure the same helpless torment.

"Look at her, Hermione," Harry instructed, directing her gaze to the paralyzed succubus. "She can't move, she can't speak... all she can do is watch. And she can't feed off this; she'll starve watching us. This is her punishment."

Hermione's eyes widened with perverse delight, and her hips bucked against Harry even more eagerly than before. He could feel the darkness growing within her, transforming her love for him into something far more sinister.

"Fuck, Harry, you're so good!" Hermione gasped, her body trembling with the intensity of her arousal. "So... powerful!"

"Remember that!" Harry hissed, his thrusts becoming more forceful. "I own you now, just like I own all of them—their pleasure, their pain... everything."

As Harry stared into Hermione's eyes, he saw the last traces of resistance fade away, leaving only submission in their place. And with a final, triumphant cry, he felt their climax approaching—a cataclysmic fusion of ecstasy and despair that would bind them together forever.

Harry gazed at Cedric, kneeling pathetically beside the bed, his eyes filled with pain and longing. He reveled in the power he held over him, as well as the undeniable devotion of Hermione.

"Tell her, Cedric," Harry commanded, his voice dripping with authority. "Tell Hermione how much you love her."

"I... I love you, Hermione," Cedric stammered, tears streaming down his face. Harry could feel his pain like a physical force in the room, but it only fueled his arousal further.

"Good," Harry hissed, turning back to Hermione. "Now make him admit what he really is."

Hermione hesitated for a moment, but her need for Harry was too strong to resist. She turned to Cedric and moaned, "You're a loser, Cedric."

"Fuck!" Harry grunted, driving into her, sending a pulse of desire through her, embedding her words until they became truth.

"Say it again!" Harry commanded.

"You're a loser, Cedric!" Hermione cried out as Harry pounded into her, driving into her soul with his lust. "A fucking... fucking loser!"

With these final words, Hermione let out a scream of ecstasy, her body convulsing with an intense orgasm. Feeling her pleasure, Harry directed every bit of it directly at Cedric, causing him to shake uncontrollably. With a final, pitiful groan, Cedric came, spilling his seed onto the floor, completely broken by Hermione's confession.