The Dormant Power ch.7

He stood up, changes in his body blossoming with his power. His muscles hardened and swelled, as did his cock. Fleur’s eyes widened as his shaft became thick and long, his rigid penis stretching upward until it was nearly a foot of stiff, pulsing flesh.

"Interesting," she murmured, her voice a mix of admiration and curiosity. "You’re stronger than I thought."

Harry growled, his voice crackling with power. "Strong enough to control you?"

"Maybe," Fleur replied with a sultry smile, but her eyes never left his cock.

Harry took a step closer, his newfound energy flowing through him, urging him to explore the depths of his desire. This power was not about brute strength but seduction. Sure, he could physically overpower Fleur, but that was not what his essence craved. It wanted to conquer through desire, not fear.

He reached out and ran his fingers along her hip, feeling her shiver under his touch. It was intoxicating, knowing he had the power to manipulate her emotions, to bend her will to his.

"Let’s see how far we can go," he whispered, his voice trembling with excitement. He raised his hands to her breasts, molding the soft mounds in his palms. Fleur moaned, pressing her body into his hands. He squeezed, simultaneously sending his energy forward, through her nerves, intensifying the pleasure until Fleur was the one trembling.

"Fuck!" she moaned, grabbing his face in her hands and kissing him.

It was an intense, passionate kiss, her tongue tasting his essence. His tongue rose to meet hers, and he felt her aura swell. Her scent assaulted his senses, smoky wood like a summer bonfire. He reached his mind forward and saw her aura flare red at the edges as Fleur tried to push back against him, fighting his power.

At the same time, her hand dropped to his crotch and grabbed his rock-hard shaft. He groaned as her hand gripped him tightly and pumped rapidly. She sent a fiery jolt of energy through his groin, and it was all he could do to keep from shooting his load right there. Her tongue and hand worked in tandem, making his cock swell with blood and desire.

Instinct told him to break free, but an inner voice told him that was exactly what she wanted. He grabbed her hips tightly and rolled her onto her back. She writhed beneath him, laughing and trying to dig her round ass into the bed. He pinned her body to the mattress and pressed his groin against the wet folds of her pussy.

"You’ve got me, big boy," she giggled. "What are you going to do with me now?"

Harry growled in frustration. She was laughing at him, bucking her hips into his groin. She wanted him to fuck her, hard and fast. If that was what she wanted, he knew that was how she would defeat him. He grabbed her by the throat and leaned in, inches from her face.

"I know what you want, you bitch," he hissed. He didn't know where the words came from, but they made Fleur moan submissively. "But you won’t get my cock that easily. I’ll make you beg for it."

 He kissed her again, sending his power through the wet cavern of her mouth and down to her breasts. Fleur let out a delighted moan, and he felt a surge of triumph. This was just the beginning.

Harry used his powers to amplify her pleasure. He felt her arousal build, sensed the waves flowing through her muscles and blood, felt the force of her desire reverberate like a gong. Her breath quickened as she struggled to maintain control. It was an incredible experience, feeling her body respond to his every touch and knowing that it was his own dark power driving her into ecstasy.

His tongue traced intricate patterns on her skin, focusing on the sensitive spots he knew would drive her mad: the nape of her neck, the hollow of her throat, her hardened nipples. Each touch sent a wave of pleasure through her, which he magnified, making her collapse onto the bed, unable to fight back.

"More," she panted, her eyes glazed with desire. "Give me more, Harry."

Her words ignited a fire within him, and he began to push his power harder, weaving it into every touch. He felt her body tremble beneath his fingertips, her breath hitching as waves of pleasure threatened to overwhelm her.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asked, his desire growing as he watched her struggle to remain composed.

"Yes," she stammered, barely able to speak through the haze of ecstasy. "But don’t stop. Show me how powerful you can be."

Harry smiled. Fleur lay before him, her heavy chest heaving as she tried to regain control of her body. She was like an instrument, and he was the musician driving her to a crescendo. His fingers brushed her nipples, hard and wet from his mouth, and this time he sent a blade of pleasure straight into her core. Fleur bucked on the bed, her ass lifting off the mattress, seeking release but finding only air.

"Stop," she whispered, looking at him pleadingly. "You’re playing with fire, Harry."

"Isn’t that what you wanted?" he replied, his voice low and dangerous. "You challenged me, Fleur."

She bit her lip, and her defiance stirred something within him. Now he knew what he wanted: her complete surrender. With burning determination, he focused on the most sensitive parts of her body, sending tendrils of his power deep inside her, seeking out those hidden spaces where ecstasy awaited release.

Her breath quickened as he mentally teased her clit, his fingers dancing just above the swollen pearl, never quite making contact. Her hips arched again, seeking relief, but he denied her satisfaction.

"Please," she moaned, her voice filled with need. "I can’t take it anymore."

"Surrender to me, Fleur," he demanded, his power growing with each moment. "Submit."

"Never," she gasped, even as her body betrayed her, trembling with anticipation. He sensed her resistance, using her supernatural willpower to fight. It made him want her even more.

"Fine," he growled, his frustration and desire mixing into a potent cocktail that spurred him into action. "You asked for this, remember?"

With those words, he lowered his mouth to her swollen clit, sucking hard. At the same time, he plunged his fingers deep into the hungry, wet depths of her pussy.

His mouth and fingers worked in harmony, each escalating the other’s pleasure. His tongue flicked over her clit as he sucked the engorged bud. Her soft body was slick with desire, and her clit had grown to full size, pulsing with the heat of her arousal.

Keeping one hand on her clit, he reached between her legs with the other to slide a finger inside her. Her hot sex clamped around him, and he pressed deeper, massaging that tender spot within until she cried out, her body convulsing with the intensity of her pleasure.

"Please... Harry..." she whimpered, her eyes wide and full of submission. "I can’t... I can’t fight it anymore."

He looked at her, and the sight of her surrender sent a thrill through him. "That’s right," he said in a low, rough voice. "Give in to me. You’re mine, Fleur."

She nodded, her body trembling beneath him. "Yes... yours," she whispered, her voice breaking with need. "Just... don’t stop."

Harry smiled, knowing he had finally won. And with a newfound sense of purpose, he plunged his fingers and tongue deeper, driving Fleur to the edge once more.

Harry Potter felt a dark thrill as he watched her submit. "Then don’t," he whispered. "Let go, bitch. Give it to me." He continued to work his power in tandem with his hands, feeling her energy surge. The familiar taste of strawberries and cream flooded his tongue, and he drank deeply, then spit her pleasure back out, magnified by his power. Her eyes rolled back, fists clenched tight, knuckles white. She was close, and Harry knew he could leave her now, leave her wanting release. But she had been a good girl. He sent one final pulse of pleasure, not to her pussy, but deeper, to the core of her power. Her body convulsed, and the violet core of her power flared fiery red as she spasmed on the bed. She screamed and thrashed against him as she came, her eyes glowing violet, then red, proving to him that his power had penetrated her very essence. Harry wasn’t just fucking her body with his fingers, he was fucking her soul.

With Fleur trembling beneath him, Harry reveled in the power coursing through his veins. The thrill of victory surged within him, driving him to push further, to test the limits of what he could achieve with this intoxicating control over her.

"Ready for more?" he teased, his voice a low growl as his cock pressed against her slick entrance.

"Please... Harry," she panted, her eyes glazed with desire and submission. "I want you inside me."

"Your wish is my command," he whispered, gripping her hips tightly and plunging into her depths. She gasped as he filled her completely, her silken folds gripping him like a vise. The sensation was incredible, heightened by the knowledge that she was entirely at his mercy.

Harry thrust his cock deep, feeling her body yield to his long, hard shaft. As her body accepted him, he felt her essence give way to the onslaught of pleasure he brought. Her moans grew louder, nails digging into his back as he drove her closer to the edge.

"Yes, Harry... oh gods, YES!" she screamed, her body arching to meet his every powerful thrust.

As Harry felt his climax approaching, he reached out with his mind, seeking the pulsing core of Fleur's power. As he connected with it, he realized with a thrill of excitement and fear that he could take everything from her, just as he had the night before. He drove into her to the hilt, his cock burying deep, syncing his thrusts with the pulsing of his power.

"What... what are you doing?" Fleur moaned, her eyes wide with realization. "Harry, I-I’M CUMMING!"

The force of her orgasm was immense, her body trembling beneath him as she clung to the last vestiges of her supernatural power. With a triumphant growl, Harry absorbed her lust, then directed it back into her core, fucking her soul with his own climax.

"OH GODS!" she cried, tears streaming down her face as she looked up at him, her eyes pleading for mercy. "OH GODS!"

Harry smiled as Fleur realized what he was doing. He wasn’t stealing her power; he was overwhelming her soul, filling every atom of her being with pleasure that only he could give her. Her body continued to convulse and writhe beneath him, and he drove her body into the bed, making her feel every inch of his cock and every surge of his power. 

Finally, when there was nothing more that Harry could take from the beautiful succubus, he pulled the remainder of his power back into his body. The bed shook with the deep rumble of his growl, and his wings spontaneously unfurled from his back. For a moment, their bodies hovered in the air, lifted by the force of his desire. Then his heavy balls tightened, and he knew he couldn’t hold back any longer. This time, he didn’t want to finish inside her. Instead, he pulled his throbbing cock from Fleur’s spent, trembling body and aimed it at her. He let out another room-shaking growl, and Fleur opened her eyes just as his cock erupted in a geyser of thick, abundant cum.

Fleur moaned as rope after rope splattered from her navel to her hairline, covering her beautiful pale skin and red lips in a layer of milky semen.

“Gods,” Fleur whispered when he finally finished. Harry shook the last drops of cum from the tip of his cock before collapsing onto her sticky body.

His heart pounded in his chest as he lay atop the defeated Fleur, her breaths coming in ragged gasps beneath him. The air in the room was heavy with the scent of sweat and desire, a tangible reminder of the battle of wills they had just fought—and that he had won. “Master...” she whispered, her voice barely audible as she nuzzled into his ear. “I love you, Master...”