Power Isn’t Everything Ch.4 (Harry Potter)

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Harry liked Adriana a little more than the other women he slept with. She preferred to be on top.

"Oui," The platinum-blonde-haired Veela moaned as she sank down on his cock. Harry admired the perfect body that all Veela seemed to possess as he ran his hands from her perky breasts to her slender waist.

Adriana's eyes fluttered when her tight pussy reached the base of Harry's shaft and swallowed every bit of cock that he had to offer.

"Magnifique," Adriana said with a sigh, "Zis feel like eet belongs."

For the first time, Harry didn't mind spending a little more time having sex with a woman. He had fallen into a habit of trying to finish as fast as possible, but that didn't mean there weren't the rare times that he simply enjoyed the act.

Adriana slowly raised her hips until only half of his cock was inside her before sinking back down with painful slowness. Harry didn't move to rush her or take control and just rested his hands on her waist, enjoying the feeling of a beautiful woman gently riding his cock. Besides, he knew this wouldn't last for long.

Harry's intuition hadn't ever failed him, and it was currently telling him that Adriana was wild in bed. This gentle ride she was giving him was most likely a prelude to what was to come.

"Eet's not often zat Gabby doesn't get what she wants." Adriana had a smirk as she remembered her younger cousin huffing and pouting at the attention Harry was giving her.

Harry rolled his eyes at Adriana's petty glee. It completely broke the image that she had of a woman that was above such things.

"Are you really trying to compete with your cousin?"

He tightened his grip on her hips before rocking into her pussy, reminding her what they were here for. Harry felt he should be offended that Adriana's thoughts weren't entirely on his cock.

The Veela gasped when Harry's cockhead nudged the deepest parts of her pussy and steadied herself by grabbing his shoulders. She had to keep in mind the party that was in full swing downstairs. Even though there were silencing charms shielding the guest rooms in the Delacour Manor, they were designed to fail with a loud enough sound for safety.

"I know what you want, Monsieur Potter," Adriana said while torturing Harry with gentle rocking on his lap. She was doing just enough to keep his cock interested. It also helped that the view was gorgeous.

Harry's fingers went over the edge where her arse started to bulge, a little regretful that he couldn't see those tight cheeks right now. But Adriana's perfectly handful breasts were a good trade-off.

She took that view away from Harry when she hugged him lightly, kissing the back of his jaw before whispering, "I 'ope you don't disappoint, 'Arry."

Adriana couldn't see the grin that appeared on Harry's face when she said that. It was a nice change for him to relax and enjoy the woman doing most of the work, but Harry was more excited to find out what he could gain when this ended. He wanted to find out if a Veela had something more to offer him other than a pleasant fuck.

Harry grunted when Adriana's cunt squeezed his cock as she raised herself before her hips snapped down. The clap of her tight arse bouncing off his thighs was loud, the sharp crack drowning out Adriana's moans as she started to repeatedly fuck herself onto Harry's cock.

She was still hugging Harry tightly while using her pussy to work his cock, her hips bouncing rapidly as she chased her orgasm. Harry could feel the sting of her arse slapping into his thighs, but it only added to the feeling of her cunt trying to milk the cum out of his balls.

Harry moved his hands from Adriana's hips to her jutting arse. He cupped the jiggling cheeks in his palms and sank his fingers into her smooth flesh. Harry was tempted to use the grip on Adriana's arse to slam himself into her wet pussy, but he knew that the blonde riding him preferred to be dictating the pace.

"You are massive een me, 'Arry," Adriana moaned into Harry's ear, "Eet's ze best I ever 'ad."

Harry spanked her arse with a sharp smack, making the Veela squeal in surprise as a red handprint appeared on her pale skin. That was a little punishment for saying a blatant lie. Harry was sure he was one of the best Adriana ever had, but not the best... yet.

Harry considered himself a gentleman, so he still graciously let Adriana set the pace, but that didn't mean he couldn't take it to the next level with some magic. Besides, Harry quite liked having one of the most attractive women he had seen ride him relentlessly.

Harry was blessed with a large cock that naturally stimulated the g-spot inside the women he was fucking. Still, an easy way to escalate it was to add his magic to the mix. It was nothing too special since Harry made the g-spot more sensitive than it already was. It was well worth it since it always resulted in the most spectacular orgasm from his partner.

Adriana was no different.

Harry cast the spell discreetly when she lifted her hips, hitting the tiny target effortlessly due to plenty of practice. When Adriana's cunt swallowed his cock as she descended, her eyes went wide, and her arms fell limp around Harry.

She squeaked before shuddering in Harry's arms while her pussy tightened around the cock inside. Adriana's eyes fluttered as she slowly came to and realized that Harry was still hard inside her. Never had she finished before her lover, and Adriana took it personally.

Even though her pussy demanded a little rest before any more action, Adriana stubbornly used her weakened muscles to try and bounce on Harry's cock. That was a mistake.

"MON DIEU!" Adriana screamed when another orgasm exploded after only one pump, "'ARRY!"

Harry grunted into Adriana's neck as he let her orgasm run its course. Just when he felt her slender body stop quivering, Harry made his first thrust into Adriana's cunt.

He felt her head drop to his shoulders as she moaned weakly. Adriana had the stamina and pride of a Veela, but that didn't mean she was used to three massive orgasms hitting her one after another. All she could do was lay in Harry's lap while riding them out.

Unfortunately for her, Harry chose this moment to get his own release. And that meant he would fuck into Adriana's spasming pussy, and her g-spot would be a target that would get repeatedly hit.

The sound of Harry's balls bouncing off Adriana's firm arse and his thighs smacking into her cheeks dominated the guest room, with Harry's grunts occasionally getting added to the mix. Adriana was fucked silent, her eyes staring blankly at the headrest as her body was racked with orgasm after orgasm.

Harry grunted and squeezed her firm arse before slamming his cock right into her cervix. Adriana gasped before falling silent again. Harry's balls worked overtime to get the cum stored inside into its new dumping ground.

Adriana's fingers twitched as her cunt started to be filled with Harry's cum. She felt her pussy weakly try to massage his shaft to coax more cum out when Harry was just about done spilling inside her.

Harry lifted Adriana off his lap, taking his cock out of her cunt which caused the cum inside to start dripping onto the sheets. She silently gathered some of her strength before a rush of disappointment hit her. It wasn't aimed at Harry but rather at herself. This was the only time that her partner easily outlasted her. Adriana felt that Harry could have gone much longer if he wanted to and only ended it to spare her.

"Zat 'as never 'appened before," Adriana said in defense of what happened.

Harry had an arm around her slim shoulders, not really paying attention to what Adriana was saying. He was more focused on the changes his magic was going through.

"What was that, love?" Harry asked.

"Eet can be better. We can go again eef you want," Adriana was determined to prove herself.

Harry blinked when he realized that Adriana was talking about having sex again. Not exactly something he was keen on doing since he ended it this fast on purpose. Besides, having sex with her again would have no meaning.

"After that ride you gave me?" Harry said while looking surprised, "I'm not that impressive."

Adriana didn't believe him but took the out to give herself a break.

[Break]

Daphne wished she had gone to the party at the Delacour estate. If she did, at least Harry would have kept her entertained.

That floo call yesterday was a complete dud, making Daphne satisfy her curiosity by traveling back to Britain and checking the Greengrass library herself.

A long night and a fruitless search later, Daphne was standing in front of the Minister the following day with tired eyes.

"Ms. Greengrass, I hear Mr. Potter is staying with the Delacours. Do you think he would be amenable to a visit from some of his old friends?"

Daphne didn't want to say that Harry showed no sign of hostility toward anyone in Britain, but neither did she want to blatantly lie. She settled for something in between.

"He seems friendly towards me," Daphne paused before saying, "But I wouldn't suggest that anyone else meet him. He has not mentioned anyone from Hogwarts in our conversations so far."

Kingsley accepted that without any suspicion. He had no reason to believe that Daphne would lie. "Very well. When do you think you can bring Mr. Potter back to our shores?"

"I can't say," Daphne said with a frown, "Potter seems to be determined to philander across the continent."

"Right," Kingsley coughed, "Do your best, Ms. Greengrass. I don't have to tell you that what's happening in Germany might be out of control without warning."

Daphne nodded and left the office after Kingsley dismissed her.

As soon as the door closed behind her, Kingsley said, "You don't have to hide under that charm every time she's here."

"I don't trust her," Ron canceled the charm disguising him, "I still think you should send me to tail her."

"Let's not have this conversation again," Kingsley dismissed Ron's paranoia. He thought the redhead was doing far too good of a job emulating Mad-Eye.

Ron bit his tongue but decided to meet Harry privately if Daphne hadn't convinced him to return in a week or two. With his best friend now in France, Ron knew he would regret it if he didn't at least make an attempt before Harry disappeared again.

[Break]

Harry didn't know if he could be any more disappointed. It wasn't as bad as when he had sex with the wrong woman and wasted the effort. Still, it certainly wasn't as beneficial as any of the typical witches that were options.

Adriana was a lovely woman, one that was a dream for any other wizard, but Harry wasn't thinking of any of that. He didn't notice when Adriana was in bed with him, but as soon as she left, Harry saw that the change in his magic seemed to be something that was siphoning off a small portion of magic to release in a constant aura around his body. He wasn't an idiot and immediately linked it to the Veela allure.

Even though it would be very beneficial to his overall goals, Harry justified using the women he slept with by ensuring they had the best night of their lives. More importantly, they came home with him without anything affecting their judgment. The allure was the exact opposite of what he wanted.

The silver lining here was that it felt weak. Weaker than a Veela's passive allure, even when Harry cranked it up to the max. However, this meant there was no way he could risk strengthening it by sleeping with more Veela.

Harry rubbed his face in frustration and was thankful that everyone had left the Delacour Manor already. He didn't want anyone to stop him for pointless conversation as he left the manor. Harry crossed the edge of the security wards and was about to apparate to some tourist spot to get his mind off magic until he remembered Daphne.

He quickly changed his destination and appeared in Daphne's flat with a soft pop. However, Harry immediately noticed that she wasn't home.

"Ah... Well, this was a mistake." Harry knew it was a random visit, so it was too much to expect Daphne to just be available. He was tempted to stay and wait, but Harry wasn't a complete idiot. Staying in a witch's house without her permission to wait for her return sounded like a fine way to get cursed.

Right at that moment, a sharp crack alerted Harry of someone apparating into the flat before he felt a magic spike behind him. Harry's wand flew into his hand. He put up a hastily cast shield, his eyes widening in surprise when the spell that crashed against his shield almost got through.

"Fuck!" Harry cursed as a bone breaker followed the last spell. It was Daphne that was attacking him. Either she didn't know it was him and was acting decisively, assuming he was an intruder, or she did know it was Harry and treated him like he was an intruder anyway.

"Daphne!" Harry yelled before grunting to increase the power maintaining the shield to absorb the bone breaker, "It's me!"

The stream of spells halted before Harry heard Daphne's confused voice. "Potter? Why are you in my home?"

"Er, I thought you'd be here," Harry put his wand back in its holster after making sure nothing else would be flung his way, "Figured I might as well give you some company."

"So you decided to break through my wards?" Daphne asked incredulously.

Harry was silent for a moment. "What wards?"

Daphne was sure that he was joking, but looking at the clueless expression on Harry's face, she realized that it was likely that he didn't even know he was ripping through the wards that cost her a decent sum. Daphne was reminded of how Harry could apparate from Italy to France without much effort, even bringing her along without much thought.

"Potter, if it was anyone else, I'd think you're doing this on purpose."

"I'll help you get them back up," Harry offered, feeling guilty at what he had done.

"It's the hassle I'm annoyed by, not the cost." Daphne said after waving him off, "So what brings you by?"

Harry opened his mouth before closing them right after without uttering a word. Talking with Daphne had been the extent of his plan, but he had no idea where to start.

Harry had a monotone life, and other than having sex to refine his body and magic, there was almost nothing he did that was deemed intriguing. That really cut down on what he could talk about.

"Potter?" Daphne asked warily, "Why does it feel like you're trying to influence my mind?"

Harry was fretting about the topic to talk about but was brought out of his thoughts to see Daphne staring at him with a bit of hostility. He remembered the extremely weak Veela allure that he had gained from Adriana.

"Sorry," Harry brought it under control, "I'm having a bit of a problem with my magic. It wasn't on purpose, I swear."

Daphne's tense shoulders relaxed when she felt the slight compulsion disappear. But even with it gone, she realized that Harry was somehow more attractive than the last time she saw him yesterday. The parts of him that seemed unnaturally perfect were refined into something that took his overall look to the next level.

Daphne's suspicions of Harry using sex magic were triggered by the change. In a casual tone, she asked, "So, Potter. Which woman had the privilege of gracing your bed this time?"

"Why do you think I had sex with someone?" Harry asked curiously.

"Well," Daphne drawled, "You usually run from me to get to your next conquest. I can only assume you've done your quota for the day."

Harry didn't like the word quota being used, but if he was being honest, Daphne wasn't off with her assumption. "I'm glad you think so highly of me."

Daphne rolled her eyes and walked by Harry to take a seat. "Don't dodge the question, Potter. If you want to break into my home late at night, give me some gossip as payment."

"Er, I suppose so. But a gentlewizard doesn't kiss and tell."

"Please," Daphne scoffed, "Who says you're a gentlewizard? Didn't I say you're a trollop?"

Harry's lips twitched in amusement, and he figured he should give her something for breaking through her wards, even if it was by accident.

"I spent some time with Fleur's cousin. She was lovely."

If not for Fleur's name, Daphne wouldn't have called those short sentences as saying anything.

"Fleur? So this cousin is a Veela?"

"Er, yes. She is," Harry admitted.

Daphne blinked as more puzzle pieces started to fit in her mind. The sudden compulsion that Harry said was a 'problem' with his magic and his seemingly impossible increase in attractiveness from the day before. If Harry used sex magic like Daphne assumed, his most recent partner certainly made sense.

The only problem was that Daphne had never heard of a male ever having the allure of a Veela. Even when sex magic was used.

Daphne noted in her mind to find the Veela that shared Harry's bed. If he gained these powers from her, she should be affected too. Knowing the possible consequences for that woman, Daphne's wariness towards Harry increased. However, she was careful not to show it outwardly.