The Dormant Power ch.14

Harry's hips moved faster and harder now, each thrust driving deeper into Daphne's trembling body until he felt her shudder around him. Daphne panted and moaned in pleasure, her hands gripping Draco's thighs as she tried to brace herself against the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.

"Tell him, Daphne," Harry growled, his voice tight as he continued to pound into her. "Tell him what it feels like to be fucked by a real man."

"Draco... God, Harry is so much better than you," she gasped between moans. "I never knew it could be... oh, hhh... so fucking good!"

Harry sensed Draco's torment, the sting of betrayal and helplessness gnawing at him. It was intoxicating, fueling Harry's desire to push him further into the abyss of despair.

As Harry felt the power within him swell, he knew it was finally time to end this. He needed to prove once and for all that Draco had no power over him. He wanted to crush Draco's spirit forever.

Daphne's sounds of ecstasy filled the room, her wet pussy quivering around him. Harry sensed Draco's anguish, the sting of betrayal and helplessness that gnawed at him inside. It was intoxicating, fueling Harry's desire to push him further into the abyss of despair. He wanted Draco to understand that he would never again have any power over him.

Harry increased the pace, each thrust bringing Daphne closer to bliss while Draco watched in agony. His emotions were a whirlwind of shame and desire as he processed what was happening before him; his own girlfriend being taken by another man right in front of his eyes. Harry felt a surge of triumph in his veins as he realized Draco could never compete with him. From now on, Draco would never be able to measure up to Harry!

As Daphne climaxed around him, crying out his name in rapture, Harry's chest swelled with pride and pleasure. She collapsed forward onto Draco's legs, her hips sinking down onto his face. Harry laughed as the football player was smothered by his girlfriend's desire and the nerd. He couldn't hold back any longer, his balls tightened and he growled, spilling hot cum deep into Daphne's quivering body. Only then did he realize his sweaty balls were pressed against Draco's forehead, pulsing grotesquely as he filled Draco's girl with his seed.

At the last moment, Harry reached down and yanked Daphne up by her shoulders. He lifted her so he could see Draco's face, now dripping with a mixture of Daphne's desire and the milky drops of his cum. But it wasn't enough.

"Look at her, Draco!" Harry grunted. "Look at your precious little girlfriend. See what I've done to her!"

He shoved his fingers into Daphne's gaping pussy and felt his hot cum oozing out of her. Daphne whimpered as he withdrew his fingers, thick, hot drops of cum spilling out onto her ravaged pussy lips and dripping onto Draco's forehead. Draco closed his eyes, groaning as he felt the burning cum drip into his hair.

"Open your eyes!" Harry hissed and sent a shot of desire deep into Draco's core. Draco's eyes snapped open and he looked up in horror, seeing the damage Harry had done to his sweet girlfriend's pussy. Harry had the bastard right where he wanted him and it was time to push his limits and truly assert his dominance over them.

"Touch yourself, slut," Harry commanded, watching Daphne hesitate for a moment before sliding her fingers between the sticky folds. He smiled as she used his cum as lubrication, rubbing her fingertips over her swollen clit. Her moans filled the room as she pleasured herself, each sound driving deep into Draco's soul.

As Daphne approached her climax, Harry reached inside her, using his newfound abilities to feed her body an irresistible urge to explode. Her eyes widened in shock and pleasure as the overwhelming sensation took hold of her.

At the same moment, Harry sent Draco's humiliation to her, intertwining it with her desire so they were inseparable. Not only did she feel her boyfriend's shame, but Daphne also derived pleasure from it. This feeling, combined with the sensation of fullness that Harry added to her bladder, was too much.

"Let it all out, Daphne," Harry chuckled. "Drench him with your piss and my cum."

Unable to hold back, Daphne screamed, releasing a long stream of her desire, urine, and Harry's cum onto Draco's face. The hot splashes stung Draco's eyes, and he choked as more streams splashed into his mouth and across his cheeks. Within seconds, Draco was drenched in his girlfriend's lewd fluids, drowning in the hot cum of Harry.

The sight of her release and Draco's pitiful expression sent a shiver down Harry's spine, reminding him of the incredible power he held over them both.

"Look at yourself, Draco," Harry taunted, unable to suppress a cruel laugh. "You never thought you'd end up like this, did you? Your precious girlfriend completely under my control, humiliating you in ways you never imagined."

Draco could only muster a weak response, his words muffled by the mess covering his face. Harry saw the last remnants of Draco's pride crumbling before him, and he reveled in it. But he wanted more.

Reaching out mentally to Draco, Harry used his powers to stimulate the already humiliated jock.

"Ugh!" Draco groaned as he felt a sudden surge of unwanted pleasure radiating from his cock, which hardened despite his best efforts to resist. Harry grinned wickedly, watching as Draco's face contorted in embarrassment and shame.

"Poor Draco!" Harry mocked, relishing each word. "It really turns you on, doesn't it? Having your girlfriend drench you in my cum!"

"No..." Draco spat, his voice trembling with anger and degradation. But then his cry turned into a gurgle of pleasure as Harry heightened the shame of being covered in their desire and sent shivers down his spine to his cock. In his broken soul, the feeling of his face being used as a toilet aroused him.

"Congratulations, Draco," Harry laughed, suddenly inspired. "You just got a 'Daphne swirlie.' Enjoy it!" With that thought firmly planted in his fevered brain, Harry sent one final, cruel dagger of desire into Draco's balls. Draco gasped, choking on the piss and cum, his body arching backward. His cock twitched once, twice, then finally released the last pathetic drops of cum from his balls.

Harry's heart pounded with excitement, his arousal still burning within him like a furnace. The feeling of control, of complete domination over both Daphne and Draco, sent shivers through him.

As much as Harry wanted to savor this moment, he knew there was still so much more to explore, so many more conquests to be made. But for now, he was satisfied knowing he had taken control of his tormentors and turned them into his sexual playthings.

"Remember this, Draco," Harry whispered darkly, his voice dripping with menace. "From now on, this is the only way you'll ever get off."

Harry felt the truth sink into Draco's soul like a brand. Draco whimpered, rolling over and sobbing, covering his face. To Harry's surprise, he heard a giggle beside him. He turned, expecting to see Fleur reveling in Draco's despair.

Instead, he saw Daphne with her hands over her mouth, unsuccessfully trying to stifle her laughter.

"It's okay, Daphne," Harry chuckled. "You can laugh. God knows, Draco has laughed at others enough times in his life. He deserves this."

Daphne lowered her hands, and Harry was reminded of how beautiful and cruel she could be as she looked at her pathetic boyfriend, his face smeared with piss and cum, his body shaking with sobs. Harry sensed her delight in the twisted scene and knew it wasn't just his doing. Daphne was a deeply cruel being. Fortunately, she was now on his side.

"God, Draco," Daphne sneered, "you look absolutely pathetic! I never realized what a loser you truly are." With each word uttered by Daphne, Harry saw humiliation burrow deeper into Draco's very being. The room was suffused with the intoxicating scent of sex and degradation. Victory was all the sweeter as he watched Draco's spirit crumble with every biting remark from Daphne.

"You can't even stand up for yourself," she continued, her voice dripping with contempt. "I can't believe I ever wasted my time on such a weak, pathetic man."

As Daphne's venomous words pierced Draco's ears, Harry sat on the bed. Fleur stood to the side, and he sensed her frustration. In his eagerness to overpower the young couple, he had forgotten about her. She was hungry, her hunger only fueled by the emotions she could feed on during his domination over Draco and Daphne. Her beautiful face twisted in a frustrated grimace.

"Fleur," Harry said, gesturing to Draco's trembling body. "You may feed on him, but don't kill him. It will be much better if we keep him alive. So he can suffer."

Fleur smiled wolfishly. "Whatever you say, Master."

She knelt beside Draco, running her hand over his shaking form. Harry felt her delve into his essence, mixing emotions before beginning to draw them out.

"That's right, little boy," Fleur cooed. "Remember how you felt watching my master fuck your girlfriend? Was that love you felt for her? Too bad. Now she's mine."

Draco curled into a fetal position as Fleur sucked the last remnants of love for Daphne from him, leaving only a seed deep in his heart, so the shame would be much greater when Harry fucked her again, and again, and again. Because that's exactly what he planned to do.