The Dormant Power ch.15

"Daphne," Harry commanded. "Come here, please!"

Daphne beamed at him, all the love and adoration she once had for Draco now his. She took a step, but Harry raised his hand.

"Crawl here, bitch!" he ordered and lay back on the bed, spreading his legs and then rolling over to let Daphne see his ass.

Daphne smiled and, like a good little bitch, dropped to her knees and crawled to him, eagerly pushing her face between his cheeks and licking his anus.

Harry's heart pounded with excitement as he took in the sight before him. Daphne, with her flushed face and body trembling with pleasure, was now kneeling before him, her warm, wet tongue hungrily exploring his ass. He felt every lick and thrust, sending shivers of delight up his spine. Fleur, his supernatural ally, knelt beside Draco, recounting the events to extract the last fragments of pain from her former tormentor.

Harry felt his body tremble, his mind teetering on the edge of blissful submission to the intoxicating power he now wielded. Yet, amid the sea of carnal excess, another thought emerged, a desire even stronger than his need for revenge on Draco. Hermione.

"Fleur," Harry murmured, his voice barely audible over Daphne's fervent ministrations. "There's someone else I want. Someone I've wanted for a long time."

"Ah," Fleur purred, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "I think I know who you're talking about. Sweet, innocent Hermione, am I right?"

"Yes," Harry admitted, his gaze fixed on her image in his mind. "I can't stop thinking about her, even now. The way she smiles at me, the way she laughs... I want her more than anything."

"Then you shall have her," Fleur promised, her voice dripping with dark intent. "Together, we'll break her spirit and bend her to your will, just as we did with Draco and Daphne. She'll become your willing slave, devoted to fulfilling your every twisted desire."

It sounded good the way Fleur said it, but Harry felt a nagging doubt in the back of his mind. Did he want Hermione to be a slave like Daphne, licking his ass like a little bitch? Somehow, he always imagined their relationship as more... wholesome.

A thrill of pleasure suddenly shot through Harry as Daphne licked his ass and grasped his balls with a willing hand. He had time to worry about Hermione later. For now, he had another hunger gnawing at his body.

"Enough, Daphne," Harry hissed to the beautiful blonde, his voice laden with desire. "Suck my cock so I can come all over your face. Then you'll call Hermione."

Harry could still hear the music from the party, but the rest of the crowd seemed so distant. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and desire. Harry Potter, once an outcast seeking solace in the world of magic and spells, sat on the sodden, pink sheets, worshipped by a wicked succubus named Fleur and the once slutty and unattainable cheerleader, Daphne.

Harry could barely contain his excitement as Fleur and Daphne lavished him with their attentions, their hands and mouths exploring every inch of his body in a feverish display of passion. The sensation was intoxicating, a dark and erotic dream from which he never wanted to wake.

"Spread your legs wider for her, Harry," Fleur murmured in his ear, her breath hot and heavy on his skin. Then she grasped his cock and balls, respectfully pulling them up to expose his tight anus.

"Really? Again?" Harry laughed, though he eagerly complied, feeling an electric thrill in his veins. With a wicked grin, the once haughty cheerleader lowered herself onto her stomach, her face level with his ass, and he felt her warm, wet tongue teasing his entrance. A shiver of pleasure ran down his spine as she reached his most sensitive spot.

"Fuck, that feels so good," he groaned, gripping the sheets beneath him, his knuckles turning white from the intensity of his arousal. Daphne's expert tongue circled his tight hole, probing and teasing it with sinful skill, making him gasp for breath. With each movement of her tongue, Harry gathered his arousal in his balls and sent it back to her, using his incubus power to infuse his pleasure into Daphne's essence. She writhed with desire and eagerly sucked his ass. His pleasure was her pleasure.

"Do you like being my ass-licking whore?" Harry asked, his heart pounding in his chest. He never imagined, even in his dirtiest dreams, treating this once unattainable goddess as nothing more than a sex toy for his pleasure. The thrill of having Daphne Anderson lick his ass was almost better than the sensation of her tongue in his ass!

"Anything for you, Harry," Daphne moaned, her words making his heart leap with joy. "I'll do anything you want."

As the cheerleader's tongue continued its magic, Harry couldn't stop marveling at how twisted his life had become. Here he was, no longer the bullied introvert, but a powerful force commanding the submission of both a beautiful cheerleader and a seductive demon.

Speaking of seductive demons, Harry's eyes shifted from Daphne's slender form to the dark-haired Fleur. The demoness wasted no time, kissing her way down his body, her intense gaze never leaving his. Then she opened her mouth and wrapped her plump, red lips around his throbbing cock.

"Fuck! That feels so good!" Harry groaned, his fingers tangling in Fleur's long hair, holding her head as he fucked her face with his cock. She moaned helplessly, and he felt a surge of triumph as he dominated the creature that had nearly killed him just a day ago.

"Please, Harry," Fleur whimpered, releasing his cock from her mouth only for a moment as she climbed up his body, her lust-filled eyes begging him to take her. "I want you more!"

"Fleur," he hesitated, feeling an unexpected surge of resistance within him. "Wait."

Fleur's aura flared with red heat, and Harry tasted something new. Ashy, like burnt toast. Suddenly he realized Fleur was jealous.

His hand shot out, and with it his newfound power, drawing Fleur's jealousy from her like a writhing fish.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Harry asked, as her hands gripped his cock. 

"I'm so hungry!" she moaned. "I'm hungry for you! I'm more powerful than that little tramp. Why don't you want me?"

Harry was shocked. He had been so focused on exacting revenge on Daphne and her boyfriend Draco that he had neglected his first conquest. Fleur writhed in his hands, her power reaching out to him, trying to find an opening. Despite Fleur's capitulation, she was still a powerful entity in her own right.

"Of course I want you," Harry said, feeding her a surge of his lust from between his legs, to his belly, and spreading it to his chest. "Can't you feel that?"

"I need more, Harry!" Fleur licked her lips. "So much more!"

He felt her hunger. The demoness had survived on human emotions and energy for a long time. He didn't even know how long, but she had to be much older than she looked. Harry's hunger had been sated by his revenge on Daphne and Draco, but he didn't know enough about Fleur to know how to satisfy her. He knew one thing: he'd better figure it out quickly.

"Daphne, come closer," Harry commanded. As the cheerleader eagerly obeyed, he felt a twisted satisfaction at her obedience.

Fleur's eyes narrowed, but her smile widened. Harry felt a wave of desire emanating from her belly, making him even harder. She liked where this was going.

"Lie on your back, Daphne," Harry ordered. The young cheerleader eagerly complied, spreading her legs and arching her back, presenting her body to him. Her eyes, glazed with desire, begged to be taken.

"What are you waiting for, Fleur?" Harry asked. "Sit on Daphne's face."

Fleur practically purred, her essence glowing as she settled on Daphne's flushed face, pressing her wet pussy against the blonde's willing mouth.

"Let her taste you, Fleur," Harry growled, positioning himself between Daphne's spread thighs. "And don't be gentle."

Fleur grinned wickedly, grinding her hips against Daphne's face, forcing the cheerleader to consume every inch of her juicy body. The room filled with the sounds of their muffled moans and the unmistakable scent of raw desire.

"What are you going to do, Master?" Fleur smirked. "Just watch?"

Harry recognized the challenge in her voice, and his fighting spirit rose to meet it. He sucked a large portion of Fleur's desire and sent it directly to his cock, making his very average appendage heavy with blood and thick, pulsing veins.

With one last look at the helplessly perfect, writhing body of the cheerleader beneath Fleur's crouching crotch, Harry pushed forward, burying himself deep in Daphne's tight, wet warmth. A muffled scream escaped her lips as he pounded into her mercilessly. Her face was no longer visible beneath Fleur's ass; the once haughty cheerleader was nothing more than a living pussy and mouth to be used for demonic needs.

"Fleur, make her scream," Harry ordered, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control over his mounting pleasure. "Show her who owns her."

"Your wish is my command, Master," Fleur replied breathlessly, her hands gripping Daphne's hard nipples and twisting them. Harry couldn't see it, but he heard Daphne pull away from Fleur's pussy and scream in complete submission.

Harry noticed a shuffling in the corner of the room and smiled. Draco was there, huddled, his once powerful form reduced to a trembling mess. The cruel jock who had tormented Harry for so long was now broken, watching as Fleur and Harry used his girlfriend to satisfy their lust.

"Do you like what you see, Draco?" Harry grunted, tightening his grip on Daphne's hips, continuing his relentless pounding. "Look at your girlfriend now. She doesn't even remember what it was like to be with you."

"And you, slut?" Fleur laughed, teasing Daphne's nipples. "Do you remember what it felt like to fuck your boyfriend?"

"Yes!" Daphne said, shocking Harry. A moment later, her words made him laugh. "I remember! And Harry is SO... MUCH... BETTER!"

With a sinister smile, Harry focused his power on Draco, transferring the sexual energy flowing through Daphne to him. Draco's body twitched involuntarily as he suddenly felt the overwhelming pleasure they were experiencing.

"Harry... what are you doing to him?" Fleur panted, her eyes fixed on Draco's helpless form. Her moans grew louder as she continued riding Daphne's face.