The Dormant Power ch.13

"Yes! Please! Take away the pain!"

"You hear that, Draco?" Harry laughed. "She's begging for it." He lifted his cock, heavy with the emotions he'd fed it. He presented his thick sack to Daphne, then smiled at her like a benevolent god.

"Worship my balls, bitch!" he commanded. "Worship me, and I'll make all the pain go away!"

Daphne hesitated. Harry reached forward and shoved her blonde head down, mashing her face into his balls, now filled with hot cum and even hotter energy. As her nose was filled with his body, Harry sent a blazing beam of desire shooting through her pain, licking it like a sore. She let out a wet murmur of delight, then began licking and sucking eagerly, her slender hand grasping his sack, pushing more of his flesh into her mouth. With every whimper, he sent more desire into her until touching his heavy sack was better than fingering her pussy.

By pleasing Harry, she brought herself to orgasm. She came that way, her orgasm making her body tremble uncontrollably. Her cries were muffled by his glistening balls, but it was clear what had just happened.

"See that, Draco?" Harry chuckled. "Your girl just came sucking my balls! Did she ever do that for you?"

He already knew the answer because he felt Draco's growing humiliation, whose eyes couldn't look away from the scene unfolding before him.

"Look at her, Draco," Harry mocked. "She never did that for you, did she?"

"Never," Daphne mumbled before Draco could respond. Her pretty face glistened with spit and sweat. "You're so much better than him, Master. Please, let me make you happy."

"Really? You want to make me happy while your boyfriend watches?"

This time, Daphne looked at her boyfriend with such disgust that Harry felt a surge of desire. Draco saw it too, and in that moment, Harry saw his heart break. Draco crumpled into Fleur's arms, defeated.

"I don't care about him, baby," Daphne moaned, stroking Harry's cock. "I only care about you."

"What a slut!" Harry laughed. "But I think I know what a slut like you is good for."

With a wicked smile, Harry turned around and spread his cheeks.

"You want to make me happy, Daphne? Then clean my ass in front of Draco."

He knew from the spike of humiliation and disgust that Daphne had never done anything like this before. He let her feel the disgust, wrapped it in her need to please him, then sent it back to her as a projectile full of lust. 

Daphne whimpered, then leaned forward and buried her pretty face in Harry's ass.

She moaned as a wave of disgust washed over her, but Harry knew it mingled with intense pleasure she couldn't deny. He smothered her face, ensuring she got a perfect taste of his ass. He stroked her desire, letting the disgust dissolve into the joy of pleasing her master.

"Tell Draco how much you love it, Daphne," Harry commanded.

"I love tasting Harry's ass," she moaned, her gaze locking onto Draco as tears welled up in his defeated eyes. "It's so much more satisfying than anything I've ever done with you."

Draco's humiliation was palpable, but he couldn't look away. He watched as Daphne eagerly licked Harry's ass, treating it like the most exquisite delicacy on earth. The sight only aroused him more, pervertedly thrilling at the view of his girlfriend worshipping Harry’s puckered ring as if it were the finest dessert. When she nestled between Harry's cheeks, he sent another powerful orgasm through her, and she screamed into his ass, letting Draco know how much she adored being his ass-licking slut.

"Tell him, Daphne," Harry whispered, maintaining eye contact with Draco as he struggled against Fleur's control. "Tell him how much you desire me."

"Being with Harry is amazing, Draco," Daphne confessed, her voice becoming a sensual purr. "He's so much more powerful than you ever were. I love how he takes control, makes me feel so... alive."

"Daphne, please!" Draco groaned. Harry grinned at Fleur, who wrapped one hand around the helpless jock and grabbed his cock with the other. Daphne and Harry watched as Draco surrendered to the relentless stroking of the succubus, Harry continuously sending waves of desire deep into Draco's body, making him thrash with pleasure like a fish on a hook.

"Not too fast, Fleur," Harry murmured. "We don't want him to come too quickly."

Fleur complied and slowed her pace slightly. Harry kept his eyes on Draco, resisting his own pleasure, panting heavily as he fought against it.

"Daphne, please!" Draco begged desperately. There was a flicker of pity for her boyfriend, but then Harry reached out and stroked her blonde hair.

"Don't worry about him, slut," Harry growled, pulling the helpless cheerleader onto the bed. "It's time you showed Draco what you really think of him."

"Yes, Master," Daphne panted eagerly as Harry flipped her onto her back and positioned himself between her legs.

"Daphne, no!" Draco cried, but his scream was drowned out by Daphne's cry of pure pleasure as Harry thrust into her with one wild stroke.

"Oh, Harry! Oh, Master! It feels so good." He knew it would, because with every thrust of his cock, he sent intense pleasure into Daphne's core. Her pussy clenched around his throbbing shaft, and he groaned at the sensation of being enveloped in the hot, wet cave of the woman he had only dreamed about. Now the dream was real, and he was inside Daphne, pounding hard and fast, driving his huge cock deep into her cervix. It should have hurt, but he was delivering his intense pleasure to the defenseless slut, each thrust a mind-melting missile of pure delight. He knew she had never felt anything like this before; she couldn't have felt anything like this because he, Harry the Loser, was the only one who could give her this soul-shattering ecstasy.

And her boyfriend was forced to watch and feel every second of it.

"Look at your girlfriend, Draco. See how much she wants me," Harry growled, mercilessly pumping his hips. Daphne moaned and writhed on the bed, her fingers gripping the pink bedspread. "Watch her fuck me in front of you like a whore!"

"Fuck, Harry... you're amazing!" she gasped as the force of her impending orgasm took over. "I never knew it could be this good."

"Watch her come for me, Draco," Harry commanded, his voice dripping with venomous delight. Daphne's eyes rolled back as her orgasm overwhelmed her, waves of pleasure crashing through her body.

"Feel it, you piece of shit!" Harry roared at Draco, channeling Daphne's desire directly into his body. Draco let out a guttural cry as Fleur laughed, releasing his cock, which spurted semen from the twitching tip. Harry felt Fleur cruelly pull Draco's lust from his body at the last moment, making his body convulse as he came but receiving no physical or emotional satisfaction from the orgasm. Instead, he felt only Daphne's pleasure and her all-consuming love for Harry.

"You're so wicked," Harry grunted, and Fleur smiled.

"I couldn't resist," she said, running her fingers down the thin trail of saliva dripping from Draco's chin. "His despair is just too delicious."

"Please, Harry," Draco croaked, his voice barely a whisper. "I... I can't take this any longer."

"You can't take it?" Harry scoffed, his gaze never leaving Draco's pathetic form. "Too bad, because I'm not even close to being done with you!"

Draco's muscles spasmed uncontrollably, as if possessed by an invisible force. The sensation was unbearable—so much so that Harry could feel his desperation, his desperate need for true release. This only fueled Harry's arousal, pushing him to new heights of depravity.

"Fuck you, Draco," Harry whispered darkly, reveling in every second of his torment. "Fuck you."

With a guttural scream, Draco's body tensed, convulsing violently as Fleur forced another orgasm from him. And then, just like that, he toppled over the edge. More semen gushed from his cock, pooling on the floor between his feet.

"Look at yourself," Harry taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. "So weak, so helpless. How does it feel?"

Draco's breath came in ragged gasps as he collapsed against Fleur. The sight of him, so thoroughly humiliated and defeated, filled Harry with a sense of power. He had taken control of both Draco and Daphne, turning their desires against them and asserting his dominance in the most intimate way possible.

"Remember this moment, Draco," Harry warned, savoring the last vestiges of his submission. "You're not the big, powerful jock you thought you were. You're just a weak, pathetic loser brought to your knees." As if on cue, Fleur released the once-mighty man. He fell to his knees, his hands splashing in the puddle of his own wasted semen. Harry laughed, watching Draco's trembling form sprawled on the floor, crying in his own cum. He couldn't help but relish his power. The sight of Draco, once so arrogant and dominant, now reduced to a quivering mess, sent a wave of dark satisfaction through Harry.

"Pathetic," Harry sneered, his voice laden with contempt. Draco no longer tormented him, for Harry had unlocked something within himself that allowed him to turn the tables on those who sought to dominate him. "Get up, Daphne," he commanded firmly. She obeyed without hesitation, her eyes searching his for guidance from her new master. "Fleur! Arrange him in his own cum!"

Fleur smiled, grabbing Draco by his blonde hair, dragging him through the slick puddle of his semen, and forcing him to lie on his back. Harry guided Daphne onto her hands and knees, her dripping pussy positioned directly above Draco's helpless face. Harry felt the wave of despair wash over Draco as the musky scent of his well-fucked girlfriend filled his nostrils.

"Watch closely, Draco," Harry growled, his words laced with venom as he felt the pain build like a delicious cloud. Fleur was right, his despair tasted divine! "This is what it looks like when a real man fucks your girl!"

Harry thrust forward, burying his length deep into Daphne's warmth as her moans of pleasure filled the room. The sound was intoxicating, and a surge of power coursed through him as he felt her body move in perfect harmony with his own. Draco's humiliation was palpable as he was forced to watch up close Harry's massive, veiny cock tearing through his girlfriend's delicate folds. Harry imagined the sight, his heavy balls slapping against Daphne's engorged pussy lips, each thrust punctuated by wet, meaty slaps. He felt the juices flowing down his shaft and knew that those juices were dripping onto Draco's face, each stinging drop like acid on his soul.