The Dormant Power ch.12

She collapsed forward onto the bed, twitching and moaning as he continued to send his power into her, letting pleasure replace every ounce of will she had. Harry leaned over her, brushing sweaty strands of blonde hair from her face. Her cheeks were flushed, and her mouth hung open, drool dripping onto the fluffy, pink pillow. Her eyes were half-open, rolled back to white as his power still flowed through her.

"Did you enjoy that, slut?" he murmured. "You're such a needy little whore, aren't you? You just can't help yourself."

"Yes," she slurred drunkenly. "I'm a needy little whore."

"Tell me what you want, bitch."

"More," she moaned. "I need more!"

"More?" Harry chuckled darkly. His fingers dug into her hips as he flipped her over and spread her legs. Her shirt rode up over her breasts, the fleshy mounds barely contained by a lacy pink bra. He reached up and yanked the bra down over her tits, his mouth going dry as her delectable, tanned body jiggled, exposing stiff, pink nipples. "You look delicious."

Daphne smiled dumbly, and Harry felt a flash of warmth in her belly as she reacted to his words. It was the first flicker of tenderness he had felt, and instinctively he reached out to nurture it. Taking her body was one thing, but with that flush of emotion, he could also claim her heart.

He bent down and licked one of her nipples, savoring the salty taste of her skin. Daphne gasped as his tongue flicked over her nipple, the warmth of her body seeping into his throat. She writhed beneath him, her hands clutching his shoulders as he explored every inch of her body with his mouth.

Harry positioned himself between her legs and dragged the swollen head of his cock along her engorged slit.

"Do you want me, Daphne?" he asked, probing her pussy with just the tip. Daphne moaned, lifting her hips to help him penetrate her.

"Yes!"

"More than Draco?"

A flicker of guilt clouded her desire, and she opened her eyes, the haze of lust momentarily softened. Harry quickly grasped the feeling he had sensed earlier and stroked it, moving his cock, using both physical pleasure and his growing power to combat the guilt.

"I can't..." she moaned.

"You love Draco, don't you?" Harry said, and it was that flicker of emotion, the warmth he had felt earlier, but subtly different. He was surprised. That warmth was her love for Draco! He knew they were dating but never thought it was true love.

And to be honest, love was a pathetic flame compared to the fire building within her essence. But instead of overwhelming her love for Draco, Harry took it into himself, mixing it with another feeling he had buried deep. His own love, not for Daphne, but for someone else.

Hermione. Yes, Hermione. She was the one he truly loved, and he allowed that feeling to bloom within him, then mixed it with Daphne's weakened love for her boyfriend, feeding it back to her in one massive surge of adoration.

"Oh God!"

"Yes!" Harry hissed, feeling her essence quiver and then submit to his love bomb. "That's it! Who do you love now? Me or Draco?"

This time she didn't hesitate. Her eyes opened wide, and she looked like a child gazing at her father, tears of adoration streaming down her cheeks. That look couldn't be faked. Harry had fucked Daphne through and through, and now, in her fevered mind, no one else mattered but him.

"YOU, HARRY! I LOVE YOU!"

"Call me master, you stupid cunt!" he hissed.

The harsh insult was transformed into Daphne's language of love.

"MASTER! I LOVE YOU, MASTER!"

Harry smiled. The cheerleader was dead and gone, and now only his little slut remained.

And at that moment, Draco joined the party.

"Get the fuck off her!" Draco roared, tearing Harry away from his girl, his muscles bulging with every ounce of anger and adrenaline coursing through his veins. Harry felt the familiar icy grip of fear in his gut as he stumbled, forgetting about his power that allowed him to see the white-hot aura of Draco.

Draco’s meaty fist swung toward Harry’s face, his eyes filled with fury and pure hatred. But as it seemed Harry would feel the impact of knuckles against his cheek, Draco's hand stopped mid-air. A gurgling sound escaped his throat, and his body shook uncontrollably.

"Ch-Draco?" Harry stammered, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared at the scene before him. Then, behind Draco, a familiar, sensual figure materialized.

"Look who I found, Master," Fleur purred. She gripped Draco’s massive bicep, her long nails digging into his muscles, forcing him into submission. "I thought he might want to watch you claim his beautiful girlfriend."

The reminder of his newfound power ignited a spark within Harry, and he reached out for Draco’s essence. He could sense his fear, humiliation, and helplessness beneath layers of bravado and cruelty. 

"Please... no..." Draco trembled as Harry's power infiltrated him, and Fleur' essence wrapped around him, holding the larger man in place. The sight of Draco whimpering sent a thrill of pleasure down Harry's spine, both exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure.

"Remember, Harry," Fleur whispered, her voice seductively carrying across the space between them and caressing his ear. "You are in control now."

Emboldened by her words, Harry took a deep breath and focused on Draco's anger and fear, feeling them pulse within him like a living entity. With a wicked smile, he sent that fear to Daphne, watching as her beautiful face contorted with the agony of Draco's weakness. Her eyes widened in shock; the pretty cheerleader had never experienced such raw, unfiltered emotions.

"Feel that, Daphne," Harry whispered, his voice low and dripping with menace. "That's what he feels every day. He's just a weak boy who has to take it out on everyone to prove he's not weak."

As Daphne shuddered under the weight of Draco's fear, Harry sensed her own desires—primal lust she had just begun to discover before being so rudely interrupted by her boyfriend. Seizing the opportunity, Harry struck with his mind, hitting her lust into Draco like a physical force. His body convulsed as the torrent of emotions hit him, causing him to stumble and fall into Fleur' waiting arms.

"Who would have thought such a manly man could be so... fragile?" Fleur giggled, soothing Draco, then dragged a nail down his cheek. "Oh, wait. I did that!"

Harry's attention shifted back to Daphne, who was still reeling from the emotional onslaught. He saw the vulnerability in her eyes. With a pleased smile, he probed the involuntary disgust in her aura, realizing that Fleur was right. No matter how powerful Draco seemed, deep down, he was weak, and it made Daphne sick.

"Daphne," Harry breathed, his voice becoming a sensual caress. He moved his essence around her disgust, amplifying it until Daphne quivered. Then he grasped Daphne's chin and tilted her face upward. "Look at me."

Her blue eyes locked onto his, filled with a mix of fear, confusion, and undeniable desire. Harry stoked the flames of her lust, intertwining it with the lingering anger and fear from Draco, wrapping them both in a complex weave of emotions.

"Tell me, Daphne," Harry demanded, his voice barely a whisper. "Who do you desire more—Draco or me?"

"You," she stammered, her cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and arousal. "I want you, Harry."

"Good girl," Harry murmured, feeling a surge of triumph as he watched the effect his words had on both her and Draco.

"Please," Daphne begged, her voice thick with need. "Touch me."

"Only if you promise to be my good little slut," he replied.

"Yes, anything, just please... make me feel what he can't," she moaned.

Draco groaned, which made Harry's cock swell with desire. He drew in Daphne's desire and Draco's torment, allowing them to feed his body as he grew taller and stronger, becoming the man Draco only wished he could be. Harry reached out and touched Daphne's cheek. Her eyes closed, and she moaned as if having an orgasm from his touch. He glanced at Draco and gave him a toothy smile before slowly pushing the woman he loved to her knees before him.

"Show Draco how much you want me," Harry commanded, presenting his thick cock to the beautiful cheerleader. "Worship me."

Daphne's eyes widened, greedy with desire. Her blonde hair clung to her face in sweaty strands, and her heavy breasts heaved as she struggled to catch her breath. The intensity of her gaze was heightened by her blue eyes, wet with lust. Slowly, she wrapped her slender fingers around Harry's swollen shaft, kneading the taut flesh and lightly dragging her nails along his erection. Her tongue darted out, delicately tracing the underside before swirling around the sensitive crown.

"Isn't she beautiful, Draco?" Harry taunted, smirking at him while Fleur trailed her hands down Draco's crotch, freeing his cock from his pants. "Doesn't she look good sucking my cock?"

Draco could only groan in response as Fleur stroked his cock, sending waves of desire through his being, igniting his soul with hunger. The mixture of lust and humiliation rendered him speechless. Harry relished in his suffering, sending it to Daphne, who moaned around his cock.

"Do you feel it, Daphne?" Harry purred, brushing her hair from her forehead as she licked the head of his cock. "Do you feel how much it hurts him?"

"Yes," she moaned but did not let go of his cock.

"Tell him who you want, Daphne."

"You, Master," she moaned, her mouth sucking his cock before loudly popping off as she let the thick head slip from her lips. Harry could feel her clinging to her desire, trying to suppress the guilt she felt over Draco's pain.

But that wasn’t enough for Harry. He wanted her to feel every ounce of pain Draco felt. So he sent that pain to her, making the cheerleader shudder on the floor.

"Do you want the pain to stop, Daphne?" he asked, stabbing her with Draco's torment.

"Yes!" she cried. "I'll do anything."

"Even destroy your asshole boyfriend?"

Daphne's eyes lit up for a moment, her lust cooled by guilt. Harry let her feel it all: the desire, the pain, the humiliation, a combination of emotions making the blonde rock on the floor before him. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She looked at Draco with tears in her eyes and then at Harry, her pretty pink lips forming the words he wanted to hear.