The Dormant Power ch.18 (Patreon)

"Fuck him," Harry growled, his voice low and menacing. "He doesn't deserve you." Hermione's eyes widened in shock at his sudden aggression

"Fuck him," Harry growled, his voice low and menacing. "He doesn't deserve you."

Hermione's eyes widened in shock at his sudden aggression, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she bit her lip and moaned softly, her hips grinding against his face, seeking to intensify the sensations he was giving her. Encouraged by her reaction, Harry resumed his attention, his tongue delving deeper. He added his fingers to increase the pressure further, following the rise and fall of her desire until he found the perfect stroke to match his hungry mouth.

"Oh God, yes!" Hermione cried out, her hands clutching at his hair as she gave in to the overwhelming pleasure. "Don't stop, Harry... make me yours!"

Her words fueled Harry's fire, driving him to plunge deeper into her. He felt her body tighten around his tongue, her muscles tensing as she neared the brink of ecstasy.

"Say you want this!" Harry's voice was a guttural growl as he looked up at her, his eyes blazing with desire. "Say you want me, Hermione."

"Yes... I want you, Harry!" she gasped, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her orgasm. "I WANT YOU!"

Harry felt Cedric's sorrow as Hermione convulsed in his hand, her luscious juices spilling onto his tongue. He knew how it hurt when the woman you love surrenders to the man you hate. Now Cedric knew too.

The darkness within Harry swelled as Hermione surrendered to the all-consuming lust. He was no longer just Harry, the shy, socially awkward boy she'd known since elementary school. No, he was something far more powerful – a force of seduction and dominance that couldn't be ignored.

"So take me," Harry commanded, rising from between her legs. The skin around his waist parted, and his engorged cock dropped forward, growing in strength. "Give yourself to me."

Harry's heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline coursing through him as he realized the power he now held over Hermione. The look in her eyes conveyed both fear and longing, making it hard to discern which emotion was stronger.

"Please, Harry," she begged, her voice trembling with need and uncertainty. "Don't make me choose."

"Choose?" The word hung heavily in the air between them, and Harry could see the internal struggle tearing Hermione apart. "You don't have to choose, Hermione. You've already made your choice, and Cedric can't do anything about it."

As if to deny this, Cedric groaned, crawling to the side of the bed and grabbing Hermione's hand.

"Please, Hermione," he moaned. "I don't know what he's doing to you, baby, but you don't have to give in. I love you."

"Love," Harry said, letting Hermione feel the true, sincere love Cedric held for her. Then, just as quickly, he pulled it away from her. "But it’s nothing compared to what I can give you."

With those words, Harry slid the swollen head of his cock into Hermione's pussy, her lips stretching to accommodate his electrified girth. She gasped in pain, and Harry almost laughed as she squeezed Cedric's hand, crushing his fingers while taking Harry's cock deep into her body. Harry quickly turned Cedric's pain into love, making his body react to her touch as if it were the greatest pleasure of his life. These confusing emotions only heightened his humiliation, and this time Harry did laugh.

"Can you feel it, Cedric? This is true love!" Cedric groaned as Harry thrust his cock deep into Hermione's cavern. Her tight tunnel expanded around him, and he erased her pain, repeating the trick he'd just played on her boyfriend. As his rod stretched her, he transformed every jolt of pain, every burning nerve ending into love. Love for him. With each thrust, Hermione fell deeper in love, experiencing a bond she had never felt before.

"Oh, Harry! It feels so... so..."

"Much better than Cedric, right?"

Harry's words took her by surprise. He allowed her to feel the guilt of betraying her boyfriend, even as she held his hand. Then he thrust deeply into her, pushing his body through the shame and pain, filling her with even more of his love. He had her now, forcing her body to revel in every touch, taste, and caress. He knew that if he pushed her just a bit further, just a bit harder, she would be completely his. Her soul would belong to him, forever linked by this dark and twisted bond he had created.

Harry's attention returned to Hermione, who writhed beneath him, moaning his name. Her pleasure fueled his desire, pushing him closer to the edge. "You're better than Cedric!" she cried.

Slowly, Hermione released her boyfriend's hand and wrapped her arms around Harry's neck. She pulled him down until their bodies were pressed together, as close as two people could be without melting into each other.

Cedric's broken heart pulsed through Harry, amplifying the intense pleasure of the moment. For Cedric, this was the end. All that remained was Harry's love for Hermione. "Surrender to me, Hermione," he whispered in her ear. "Let me take your soul and make it mine."

Hermione's eyes closed, her breath becoming short and ragged as she neared the edge of release. Just when Harry thought she was about to fully surrender, a loud crash shattered the tense atmosphere. The door burst open, and powerful hands yanked Harry from Hermione's trembling embrace. As he was pulled away from her, he struggled to comprehend what was happening. His vision blurred, and his mind grappled with the sudden intrusion.

"You fucking bastard!" a familiar, enraged voice reached him. It was Cedric, and he was on his feet. Harry searched for his essence but couldn't find it.

"Cedric!" Hermione screamed.

Then Cedric was in front of Harry. He tried to move, but someone held his shoulders. He struggled against the hands, but his strength waned with the severed connection to Cedric.

Cedric drew back his hand and swung it forward. Pain exploded on Harry's face, and he felt something warm and wet trickle down his lip and chin. The room spun around him, the intense pain overwhelming. Another blow struck his stomach, and he doubled over, collapsing to his knees as Cedric stepped forward to hit him again.

"Cedric, please..." Harry began, but his words fell on deaf ears. He could do nothing as Cedric raised his fist. Once again, he was helpless.

A strong, vise-like grip bruised Harry's body as whoever was holding him leaned in, their breath hot and heavy on his neck.

"We've got you, you little bitch!" Draco growled into Harry's ear, his heart pounding like mad. Somehow Draco and Cedric had broken his control. He tried to reach them, but encountered only more strands of purple energy.

This couldn't be...

"Ah, how delightful," a sensual voice purred from the shadows. Fleur materialized suddenly, her laughter filling the room like the sweetest poison. Her platinum hair cascaded down her back like a silken waterfall, and her curves barely contained in a tight black corset and matching panties. Her captivating eyes brimmed with malice, and the tips of her horns sparked with purple energy. Daphne followed closely behind her, her sensual figure clad in a tight cheerleader outfit, her cruel smile now directed firmly at Harry.

"Fleur, what are you doing?" Harry stammered, his pulse quickening as he struggled against Draco's iron grip. A shiver ran down his spine, and cold threads of helplessness and submission, which he thought he had overcome, filtered through his stomach to wrap tightly around his heart.

"Your puppets are now free," she purred, her lips curling into a cruel smile. "They're no longer bound by your control, able to act on their own desires. And how they've longed for the taste of your pain."

Cedric's face turned crimson as his rage boiled over. He lunged at Harry like a rabid animal, saliva dripping from his snarling mouth. Draco released Harry, his grip loosening as he too joined the assault.

"Time to pay up, freak," Draco snarled, as Cedric's fist crashed into the side of Harry's face with brutal force. Harry's vision blurred, stars exploding in the darkness as he struggled to stay upright.

"Hit him again!" Daphne giggled.

Cedric's fist slammed into Harry's stomach, stealing the breath from his lungs. His knees buckled, and he fell to the floor. He had stolen their dignity and love but left all the anger and self-criticism of two privileged men in their prime. He had made them feel weak, and now they wanted to prove to themselves that they were real men. And for all "real" men, that proof was violence.

The two jocks took turns pummeling Harry, their fists crashing into his battered body like relentless hammer blows on an anvil.

Harry could feel their hatred – a visceral, primal thing that had been unleashed in all its raw fury. It drove them, pushing their rage to new heights as they reveled in his suffering.

With each blow, the dark energy coursing through Harry's veins blossomed in response, feeding on his pain and humiliation. The room seemed to pulse with it; shadows lengthened and coiled around him like hungry serpents, eager to feast on his torment.

"Please," Harry gasped, the blood in his mouth making it hard to form words. "Please, stop."

"Stop?" Draco laughed, the sound like shards of glass ripping through Harry's frayed nerves. "You think you deserve mercy? After what you did? You're nothing but a worthless piece of shit, and we're going to make sure you never forget it."

Harry closed his eyes, his body shaking with each brutal hit. The pain was unbearable, a searing hell that consumed him from the inside out.

Eventually, the beating ceased, and Harry lay on the floor, his body bruised and battered. Every breath sent waves of pain rippling through his chest. The smell of blood filled his nostrils, almost choking him, and a metallic taste lingered in his mouth. His vision was blurred, as if he were looking at the world through fogged glass, but he could make out Cedric and Draco standing over him.

"Look at him," Cedric sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "He's pathetic."

"Fucking right," Fleur agreed from the shadows, savoring the taste of Harry's shame. "But you know what? I think you're just getting started. There's so much more we can do."

Harry's heart pounded against his ribs, fear and adrenaline surging through his veins like electric currents. He fought to stay conscious, to not succumb to the welcoming darkness threatening to engulf him. But his body betrayed him, his limbs refusing to obey, leaving him utterly helpless.