The Dormant Power ch.6

With immense willpower, Harry grabbed Fleur's wrists and pushed them away from his chest. She moaned as his hands left red marks on her pale skin, but she didn't pull away.

"Ruin everything?" Harry panted. "You were trying to kill me."

"Yes, but not now, right?" She giggled and slowly rocked her hips back and forth on his crotch, rubbing his hard cock through the sheet. "Mm! Feels like someone’s been dreaming about me."

Fleur laughed and twisted her wrists, freeing her hands. Her red nails dragged over his nipples. He let out a choked moan, eyes squeezing shut in humiliation. His body was betraying him, craving her touch even as his mind rebelled against it.

"You want this as much as I do," she purred into his ear. "You can't hide your desire from me, Harry. I can fucking taste it, and it tastes SO GOOD!"

She pulled the sheet aside, exposing his cock, dripping with need. She let out a throaty laugh and sat on his crotch, grinding against his stiffening cock. Sparks of pleasure shot through his veins. He gritted his teeth, clinging to the fraying threads of his control, but it was useless. Every second in her presence weakened his resistance, her seductive nature was irresistible.

He opened his mouth, struggling for words, but only managed a strangled moan. How could he want this? How could he desire a creature who had tried to kill him?

Sensing his thoughts, Fleur leaned back to meet his gaze. Her eyes gleamed with desire and mischief, a wicked smile playing on her lips. She hadn't changed at all since their first encounter. She was still dangerous, still manipulative, using her charms for her own sinister ends.

But at this moment, Harry didn't care. All that mattered was the warmth in his blood and the slippery slide of her sex against his. His hands found her hips, pulling her closer with a growl.

Fleur purred in delight, digging her sharp nails into his chest. "That's it," she moaned. "Give in to me, Harry. You know you want to."

Her words echoed in his mind, shattering the last remnants of his resistance. He surged up to press his lips to hers, and she kissed him fiercely, all teeth and hunger.

They both panted as she pulled back, her eyes gleaming. "Now," she said, slipping one hand between them. "Let's see what else you can do with those new powers of yours."

Harry swallowed hard, trembling with fear and excitement. "What do you mean?"

Fleur chuckled, her fingers dancing along his shaft. "Don't play dumb with me now, Harry. I felt what you did to your mother. When she left here, she was practically glowing."

A wave of heat flooded his cheeks. He turned his gaze away, unable to meet the gleam in her eyes. "I didn't mean to do that. It just... happened."

"Of course it did." She stroked him lightly, drawing a choked moan from his lips. "You have a gift, and gifts like these manifest whether we want them to or not."

Harry frowned, still troubled by what he had done. "But it's not right, manipulating people like that."

"You didn't manipulate her." Fleur leaned down to bite his neck, her hair cascading over his shoulders like a silk curtain. "You just made her happy. What's wrong with a little happiness?"

"But..."

"Shh." She pressed a finger to his lips, her eyes shining. "You worry too much, Harry. You have power now, and you'll use it. Just like you used it to take me and fly."

A spark of desire flared in Harry's chest at the reminder, but it was quickly smothered by a wave of heat as Fleur moved over him. On his own volition, he gripped her hips, a soft groan escaping his lips.

Fleur purred, clearly pleased with herself. "See? You're already learning." She rocked slowly on him, dragging her slick folds along his length in a deliberate tease. "Why don't you make me happy too, Harry? I can show you many delightful things if you do."

Harry gasped at the images flashing through his mind, the temptation battling the last remnants of his conscience. But in the end, he couldn't resist.

Harry reached for that strange, elusive power within him, focusing it through his hands on Fleur's pale skin and felt her aura flare and brighten in response. A soft, pleased sigh escaped her lips as she arched under his touch, eyes sliding half-closed.

Triumph and excitement flowed through Harry in equal measure. Fleur was right; this gift was as natural as breathing. And if she was telling the truth and all he did was make his mother happy... well, what was wrong with making Fleur happy too?

Fleur purred again, clearly sensing the change in his thoughts. She rose onto her knees, trailing her hands over his chest. Harry sucked in a sharp breath, feeling the heat pooling in his belly.

"That's my good boy," she moaned, cradling his face in her hands. Her eyes glowed with violet energy and hunger. "Why don't you make me very happy?"

Harry didn't need to be told twice. Reaching for that strange power once more, he let it flow into Fleur, and she gasped, arching in pleasure. Her aura flared bright, shadows danced on the walls, and her form seemed to shimmer.

Through the haze of desire, a hint of fear pierced through, his hands faltered on her skin, but the fear was quickly drowned by a wave of possessive lust. Fleur was his, and he could do whatever he wanted with her. He would make her scream for him.

His hands tightened on Fleur's hips as he drove her down onto his cock with a sharp snap of his hips. She screamed, digging her claws into his chest, and he groaned feeling her tight warmth envelop him. 

Fleur's hips undulated around him like a serpent as she rode his cock. Her hair framed her face, and her eyes shone so brightly they seemed to glow from within. With every movement of her hips, Harry sent another pulse of power into her, until her aura was nearly blinding, and shadows flickered and twisted on the walls.

Fleur threw her head back with a silent scream, picking up speed until she was almost a blur above him. The sensation was indescribable, like fucking a living star, heat, light, and pleasure so intense it was almost painful.

Harry was close, so close, and then Fleur tightened around him, arching her back violently as she came with a scream. The sight and feeling of her orgasm pulled him over the edge with her, climax hitting him like a lightning bolt, as his cock swelled and then exploded into her greedy warmth.

For a long moment, they lay together, panting heavily as the shadows slowly receded from the walls. Fleur collapsed onto his chest with a deeply satisfied purr, placing a kiss over his wildly beating heart.

"See?" she murmured, lazily running her fingers over his chest. "Isn't this fun?"

Harry swallowed hard, still dizzy from pleasure and power, and could only nod. Yes, it was fun. And he wanted more.

They waited until Harry's mother left before Fleur got up and removed her leather bra. Her lush, curvy body looked as magnificent in the sunlight as it did under the moon. Her pale breasts were two creamy mounds topped with the most delicious-looking pink nipples. Her stomach was flat, only to flare out again at her wide hips. In his arousal, Harry noticed for the first time that her pussy was shaved except for a small triangle of dark hair pointing down to the promised treasure of her cunt.

Harry had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

Fleur laughed at his earnest appraisal of her naked body, then ran her hands through her long, dark hair. As her hands passed over her head, two glowing purple horns emerged from her dark locks.

She gave him a toothy grin, letting him see her sharp fangs.

"Your mother is gone, Harry," Fleur murmured. "Now we can really have some fun."

Harry swallowed, feeling a knot form in his throat. Her supernatural form reminded him of how dangerous she could be. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he tried to steady his breath. He knew she sensed his unease; undoubtedly, it was part of the game she wanted to play.

"Come on, don’t be shy," she teased, her fingers trailing up his arm, sending shivers down his spine. "You have all this power just waiting to be unleashed. But do you know how to control it?"

Harry’s heart raced at her words, and he felt a strange mix of fear and excitement coursing through his veins. She was right—he had these newfound abilities, but he was still learning how to harness them. And the fact that Fleur, a supernatural being who fed on his life force, was challenging him was both terrifying and thrilling.

"Control?" he stammered, trying to hide his nervousness. "I… I thought I was getting better."

After all, they had just had sex, and he knew Fleur enjoyed it. Her aura couldn’t lie.

Fleur gave a sly smile, her eyes narrowing as she studied him. "Really? Let’s test that, shall we?"

"What kind of test?" Harry asked, his voice trembling.

"A test of will," she replied, her lips curling into a sinister smile. "I’ll use my own powers to resist your attempts to manipulate me. Let’s see if you’re strong enough to break through."

Harry hesitated, unsure if he should accept her challenge. But as his eyes roamed over her sensual body, the desire to prove himself grew stronger. He felt dark, erotic energy pulse within him, begging to be released.

"Alright," he said with determination in his voice. "I’ll do it."

"Good," Fleur purred, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Let’s begin."

As she gazed at him, her look piercing through to his soul, Harry focused on tapping into the dark power that lay dormant within him. He felt it surge, like a wave of untamed emotions and raw energy, threatening to consume him. When it reached its peak, he sent it out, colliding with Fleur’s barrier.

"Is that all you’ve got?" Fleur taunted, but he heard a nervous tremor in her voice. "You’ll have to try harder if you want to control me."

His frustration mounted, fueling the fire within. Harry didn’t want to back down, to let this seductive creature mock him any longer. As he pushed through the barriers of her resistance, he began to feel a joyful sense of power, a glimpse of the untamed strength within him.

"Come on, Harry," Fleur whispered, the temptation lacing her voice. "Show me what you’re really capable of."

With a surge of determination, Harry focused his energy on breaking through Fleur’s resistance. It felt like an impenetrable wall; the harder he pushed, the more her walls resisted. When he was about to give up, he let his power glide along her aura, teasing the energy instead of trying to force his way through.