The Dormant Power ch.16 (Patreon)

"Me? Nothing," Harry grunted, thrusting into Daphne with renewed vigor. "Daphne is fucking him with her love for me." As if on cue, Daphne

"Me? Nothing," Harry grunted, thrusting into Daphne with renewed vigor. "Daphne is fucking him with her love for me."

As if on cue, Daphne's body convulsed, and she screamed between Fleur's buttocks. Her pussy clamped down on Harry's cock, pulling him deeper into her hot cavern, always hungry for more.

Draco's eyes widened in shock and confusion as he frantically stroked his raw cock, unable to resist the perverse desire consuming him. He rolled on the floor, gasping for air, trying to comprehend the sensations overwhelming his body.

"Fuck, that's so pathetic!" Fleur giggled, then sucked up Draco's humiliation, drawing it deep into her being. That energy, combined with her grinding on Daphne's mouth, pushed Fleur to the edge.

Their bodies tensed simultaneously, each letting out a guttural cry as they climaxed. With one final, wild thrust, Harry pulled out and released a stream of cum onto Daphne's flushed tits. The hot, sticky fluid splattered across the cheerleader's skin, with more streaks landing on Fleur's belly. The warmth of his cum triggered another orgasm deep within the conjoined souls of the writhing beauties.

"Feel that, Draco?" Harry growled, forcing him to experience the intensity of the women's combined orgasms. "That's what it feels like when a woman is happy!"

Unable to hold back any longer, Draco's body convulsed one last time, his cum spilling onto the floor, adding to the pathetic puddle beside him. He lay there, broken and exhausted, completely defeated.

"God, Harry... you're amazing," Daphne murmured as Fleur released her from between her dripping thighs. "No one has ever made me feel this way before."

"I know," Harry replied, surprised by his own confidence. Two days ago, he could barely talk to Daphne.

As if to prove his new existence, Harry grabbed Daphne by the neck and kissed her deeply, sharing the spicy, abundant juices of Fleur. As Daphne moaned into his mouth, her boyfriend groaned on the floor, rolling in his own cum.

"Now," Harry murmured, caressing Daphne's cheek. The beautiful girl cooed softly, nuzzling his hand. "You need to call Hermione. I want to know where she is."

"Oh... okay, Harry." Daphne hesitated for a moment before reaching for the phone lying on the floor beside her.

Dialing Hermione's number, Fleur moved closer to Harry, her eyes never leaving his as she knelt and began lovingly cleaning his cock with her warm, wet tongue. The sensation of her soft lips and velvety tongue sent shivers through him as he reveled in the intoxicating blend of submission and adoration radiating from her.

"Hey, Hermione. It's Daphne... Where are you? We were looking for you at the party..." Daphne spoke into the phone with feigned concern in her voice.

"Daphne!" Harry heard Hermione's response, her voice sounding surprised but relieved. "I couldn't find you at the party, so I went back to my place... with Cedric."

The mention of Cedric's name made Harry snort involuntarily, his fingers digging into Fleur's scalp as he imagined Cedric touching Hermione, defiling her with his unworthy hands.

"Are you okay, Daphne?" Hermione asked, her concern intensifying.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just... stay there. We'll come to you," Daphne stammered, trying not to betray any hint of the depravity that had just occurred.

"Alright, see you soon," Hermione said before hanging up.

"Cedric is with her," Daphne informed Harry, her expression a mix of worry and fear as she realized the implications of the recent events.

Dark fantasies swirled in Harry's mind about what he would do to Cedric, how he would make him pay for daring to touch his Hermione. The thought of dominating him and making him suffer brought a twisted smile to his face. He felt a surge of power and desire, knowing that he could now take whatever he wanted, from whomever he wanted. 

"Alright," Harry whispered menacingly, his grip tightening on Fleur's hair as her tongue continued its magic. "Let him enjoy his time with Hermione... for now."

With a cruel glint in his eyes, he smiled at the thought of interrupting Cedric and Hermione's intimate moment. "Well, I guess we'll just have to pay Hermione a visit!" he laughed, his voice brimming with wicked anticipation. The time had come to assert his dominance over those who dared to think they could take what was his.

"Fleur," Harry commanded, his voice dripping with authority, "get Daphne and Draco in order and head over to Hermione's. We wouldn't want them to miss all the fun, now would we?" He grinned as he watched the beautiful succubus hesitate, her jealousy evident in her dark eyes and the shimmering aura around her. He sent a command through her core, making her shiver.

"Of course, Master," Fleur conceded, bowing her head in submission to his will. Despite her reluctance, she knew better than to defy him – he had already proven his power over her, both physically and mentally. As she attended to her task, Harry stood tall, confident in his control. "While you're doing that, I'll go to Hermione and get her... and Cedric... ready."

Fleur looked skeptical but nodded and began to gather Daphne and Draco. Watching the former bully trembling and whimpering on the floor, Harry knew Fleur would take a little while. Meanwhile, Daphne stared at him with a mixture of fear and curiosity, perhaps wondering what depths of depravity they would soon explore together.

"Good," Harry nodded and unleashed a stream of shadowy energy. His leathery wings enveloped his body. He perched on the windowsill of the open window. "See you soon."

Then he plunged into the night. His wings spread around him, effortlessly catching the air as he soared through the night, lifted by the currents of wind and desire. How quickly flying had become second nature! He barreled through the air, letting out a shout of joy.

Next, he aimed for Hermione's dorm room, his thoughts turning to the sweet girl who had been a constant source of comfort in his darkest moments. She had always been there for him, her gentle nature and kind heart a light in a world that seemed determined to crush him under its heel. But now, it was time for her to see the full extent of his transformation – to witness firsthand the dark desires that now consumed him, the power and pleasure he wielded with such devotion.

With a cruel smile, he prepared to show her how far he had come, knowing she would never resist him. And as he landed on the fire escape outside her room, his power surging through him, he couldn't stop thinking...

Let the final games begin.

The stiff wind whistled past Harry as he sat on the fire escape outside Hermione's window, his eyes focused on the scene inside. He was taken aback by Hermione's outfit. She was dressed in a seductive Japanese schoolgirl costume, her slender legs encased in knee-high socks, a pleated skirt barely reaching her thighs, and a white blouse with a red ribbon tied around her neck.

She looked like she had stepped out of one of his favorite anime! Why had she chosen such an outfit?

"Come on, baby," Cedric's voice came from Hermione's bed. He stood up, showcasing his Indiana Jones costume, complete with hat and whip. He stood behind Hermione, placing his large hands on her shoulders and looking at her through the mirror. "I don't get the costume, but it sure is sexy!" 

Cedric slid one hand onto Hermione's thigh and slipped it under the hem of her skirt. Harry's rage grew as he felt a wave of desire leaving Hermione's body. She murmured softly, pressing her firm ass into Cedric's hand.

Harry was ready to burst through the window when Hermione shook her head, her wavy brown hair swaying with the motion. "Cedric, we don't have time for this now. Daphne and Draco will be here soon, and we need to get ready."

Cedric's frustration was palpable as his hands clenched into fists and fell to his sides, and Harry felt anger rise in response. Sensing Cedric's frustration, he let out a dark chuckle.

"Fine," Cedric growled, his face twisted in irritation. "But when they leave, you'll be all mine."

As Cedric left the room, Harry felt a surge of satisfaction.

Hidden in the shadows, Harry watched Hermione as she busied herself with preparations for Daphne and Draco's arrival. His heart pounded, torn between his love for her and the undeniable desire that surged through him at the sight of her beauty. Taking a deep breath, he emerged from his hiding spot, stepping through the window and into the room, shocking Hermione with his sudden presence.

"Wow!" Harry exclaimed, trying to control the tremor in his voice. "You look amazing!"

Hermione's eyes widened in surprise, her soft, full lips parting slightly as she took in his unexpected appearance. He manipulated his wings, transforming them into soft, black leather that clung to the energized muscles of his body. Hermione hesitated for a moment, looking at him, her aura tinged with a shiver of desire.

"Harry! What are you doing here?" she gasped, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. "Cedric is just down the hall!"

"I know," Harry said, stepping closer to Hermione, relishing her confusion. She didn't know whether to look at his eyes or his body. It was a new feeling for him, and he savored it.

"I like your costume," Harry said, ignoring her question. "Why did you choose it?"

"I... I don't know," she stammered.

"Of course you do," Harry murmured softly, reaching out to gently stroke her cheek. She shivered, and he followed that shiver with a light push of desire, caressing her inside with his power. "You knew I'd like it."

"I... Maybe," she admitted, now so close he could smell peaches and cream. It might have been her soap or essence; he didn't care. "Maybe."

Harry's heart pounded at her words, his body responding in kind – a wave of excitement pulsing through him, making clear thinking difficult. He felt lust start to stir within him, awakening a hunger that threatened to overwhelm. The power dynamic between them was slowly shifting, and he was becoming more confident and assertive, reveling in his control.