Veela or Succubus ch.8

Harry lifted Gab and seated her on his lap. There was no need to tell her; she guided his still hard cock towards her and began slowly, gently grinding against his crotch. Both of them had become accustomed to constant sex to the point where Harry's cock felt somewhat strange when it wasn't buried in a woman's hole. Not to mention the situation with Ginny.

Gab shook her head slowly from side to side, maintaining her balance with her hands on his broad shoulders. "I mean... she didn't want men. She wasn't bisexual. I think she still isn't."

Harry leaned back on the couch, spreading his arms wide. "My cock was the exception. That makes sense."

"It's something more, Master. It's..." Gab paused, trying to find the right words. "Succubi are female demons that feed on men. Incubi are male demons that feed on women. No matter how good they are, succubi can't seduce a gay man, and incubi can't seduce a lesbian. But you... you've changed her nature." Gab shuddered, and that motion prompted a wave of pleading from Harry's cock. "You've corrupted her soul, Master. It's the power of a god."

Harry chuckled, gripping Gabrielle by the throat and gently tightening his grip. "A god? I think you're getting carried away."

"It's true. You just need more power. More worship. More women put in their place and serving you, a harem that spans the whole world, until..."

The conversation fell silent as the front door opened, and Ginny walked in with her arms laden with groceries. "I'm back, darling! How about pasta for dinner? I saw a new recipe on the internet that I want to..."

He couldn't see her from the living room, but Harry could only imagine the expression on her face when she stumbled upon Daphne's messed-up, idiotic face still leaning against the fridge. He heard her drop the groceries, and shortly after, the most panicked scream she had ever let out.

Harry stood up and headed towards the kitchen, but even as he lifted Gab off his cock, he didn't bother with fastening his zipper.
"Calm down," he called out. "She's just taking a nap. The poor little thing was exhausted."

"Harry?" Ginny heard her name being called and recognized his voice. "What the hell are you doing here? Who the hell is this... this whore you brought into my house?"

"You really didn't recognize her, did you? Take another look. Imagine her pierced all over and half of her hair shaved. Put an ugly smirk on her face. Some black lipstick."

Ginny glanced again, and her eyes slowly widened as the pieces fell into place. "What the... no... Daphne? Honey, Daphne, what did he do to you?!" His ex-wife fell to the floor, cradling Daphne's head in her hands, trembling with fear and disorientation. The contact was enough to snap Daphne out of her daze, and when she saw Ginny, she smiled. "Gin... it was so good. I felt so good. But you're an idiot," Daphne chuckled, then bit her lower lip, rubbing her pussy still dripping with Harry's cum. "How could you even think I was worth submitting to? Not knowing how to process this, Ginny rolled onto her back, stood up, and turned to Harry as her anger grew, preparing for an explosion. "Whatever the hell you did to my girl, you better... you better..."

For the first time, Ginny took a good look at Harry, and only now did she realize that his transformation was even more dramatic than Daphne's.

He stood a foot and a half taller than her, with broad shoulders and thick, powerful arms. His shirt was tight against his tight abdominal muscles, and his eight-pack was visible even through the fabric. The round, doughy face from years ago had been baked and sculpted to perfection, with a strong jawline and piercing eyes that made her feel weak.

And his cock.

It still hung, and as he looked at Ginny, it was hard again, rising upward, and its tip glistened with a shiny bead of precum. A vein ran along the shaft, pulsing with vitality, and his egg-shaped balls dangled from the base, churning up a fresh batch of cum just for her.

"You've stopped giving me orders," Harry didn't make it a request. It was a simple statement of fact. "I've always hated that part of you. Always so demanding. Always wanting everything your way. Never compromising."
He took a step forward and admired her. He would have never had such a broken heart if it weren't for how beautiful Ginny was. She was the perfect athletic beauty, petite and delicate. Standing at just 4'11", slender arms, and delicate hands. Soft, almond-shaped eyes and a smile that had enchanted him when he first saw it. Her modest C-cup breasts shouldn't compete with the curves he had bestowed upon his other harem slaves like Bellatrix and Susan, but they fit her silhouette perfectly. Even now, after going through every woman he desired, after shaping them all with the rough touch of his own raw desires, she still shone brighter than any other. She could do it all even dressed in high-waisted jeans and a loose sweater, with black-framed glasses obscuring her face and long, silky hair tied up in a large bun. He wondered how it would feel to undress her.

"Now I understand. What it's like to see others as tools. To know that you're right not because of any reason or logic, but because of who you are." Harry took another step forward, and Ginny kept backing away, retreating more and more until she hit the kitchen counter. She was trapped, and he saw her full, shiny, pink lower lip begin to tremble. "And in a way, it's all thanks to you. If you hadn't betrayed my trust, I would never have met Gabrielle." "It's me! The playful succubus curled up against Harry, hiding under his arm and began stroking his cock with one hand. "No wonder I was so small when we first met, Master. Your desire must have been shaped by her. What she used to be." Harry silenced Gab, squeezing her throat back, not so gently this time. She let out a muffled moan and was obedient, though she began stroking him more than twice as fast as before. "As I've said, it's all thanks to you, Gin. That's why I'll give you a choice. Say the word, and I'll leave. For good. I'll leave you with Daphne, although I'm not sure how lucky you'll be convincing her to stay. You'll never hear from me again, and if you try to find me, you won't succeed. You'll never see me again." "Or..." Harry took one more step forward, close enough to slip his cock under her loose sweater, letting it enjoy the warm feeling of her soft belly as he pressed it against her, "... you can spend the rest of your life trying to make up for what you did. You'll be treated as the lowest of the low, the bottom of my harem. You'll lick my cum from the pussies of my other girls. Each of them will be your mistress, and you'll be their slave. I'll bring you to the edge of orgasm and leave you there for many days. Weeks. Maybe months. For what you've done to me, I'll repay you a million times over."
"What...? No, Harry, please, can we talk about this? We're adults. Whatever you're going through, we can..." Ginny swallowed. "...please..."

He grasped her chin with his thumb and forefinger. "These are your only two options. Decide now, or I'll leave and take Daphne with me."

He deliberately held back. Even in the tension, he could see how strongly his animal magnetism affected her. Instinct told her to submit, said she was born to one day be dominated by the alpha male standing right in front of her.

He held back just to see the torment on her face. Guilt and regret. Panic and fear. And desire. So much desire. Even after the ultimatum he had given her, he could see how much the idea excited her. Maybe it was because it was so humiliating that it aroused her, awakening some deeply buried masochistic instinct?

"No... don't go. Harry, I..."

He lightly slapped her cheek, with enough force to interrupt her. "No, you can't use that name anymore. From now on, you'll address me as either Sir or Master."

Ginny swallowed and then began, "Sir... I'm so sorry. I made a mistake. I was foolish. I didn't mean—"

Another slap on the cheek, another interruption. "I think you're talking a bit too much about yourself. Let's fix that, shall we?"

Harry allowed his power to flow through her, but the energy flowed only to her mind, not to her body. Not yet. "Now continue."

"Master, this... this slave... your slave... your humble slave - girl -" Harry said. Ginny's lips parted, and her eyes widened as she realized what he had done. Her personal pronouns had disappeared, and she couldn't use them the same way she couldn't grow wings and fly. When she thought of herself, she saw only an object. Property. His property. As easily as flexing a muscle, he had stripped her of her individual identity. "...your slave truly regrets and will devote the rest of her life in service to you, Master."

As the words left her lips, Harry stopped restraining his charismatic aura and allowed her to fully experience its effects. He teased her with it, and she felt like she had only been dipping her toes on the beach until now, and now a tidal wave had washed over her. Doubt and fear vanished. In her eyes, there was only love and desire.

"Good girl."

He cupped her head in his strong hands, then leaned in and planted a life-altering kiss on her lips. As he tasted her mouth and felt her desire, his power began to work. He claimed her, drawing energy from her soul and adding it to his, and, in the process, changing her.
"Younger, just like when he first met her during their freshman year. Smaller, weaker, more delicate and feminine. Her skin had become smoother, her face more delicate. The hair she had cut short was now long and cascaded down her shoulders. Her hips had acquired curves, and her breasts had swelled healthily, turning her into a perfect temptation.

The modest clothing she had worn began to burn away into ashes, and then the ashes turned into desire, leaving her skin without a trace. However, someone as exquisite as her couldn't be left naked, so with another touch of his power, he dressed her appropriately for her new role. A pink leather collar snug around her neck like a choker, a D-ring large enough for him to pull her by, and a geisha-style, see-through top along with a harem girl's hip belt. Golden anklets and wrist cuffs, golden nipple rings with diamonds twice the size of her engagement ring, and a black heart-shaped tattoo above her navel signifying her ownership.

"Perfect."

Harry lifted Ginny and carried her from the kitchen to his old bedroom. Daphne and Gabrielle watched the whole spectacle with fascination and admiration, and as he exited, they crawled after him together, their heart-shaped buttocks swaying, and their pussies dripping.

Harry tossed Ginny onto the bed on her stomach and with a simple gesture made the other two girls join her on either side.

They obeyed immediately, and Harry took a moment to admire these perfectly shaped peaches displayed before him, offering him a neopolitan choice of red, tanned, and pale skin shades. They quivered with impatience, shaking as their excitement rose higher and higher. Gabrielle was so restless that a long line of drool dripped from her wet pussy lips onto the sheets.

"Master!" Ginny cried as she felt the head of his cock pressing against her, "Your slave thought... she doesn't deserve... hahhh!"

As he pushed the rest of his cock into her, continuing that thought became impossible. She was attacked by the best orgasm of her life, and she wouldn't stop coming until he stopped fucking her. Harry had no intention of giving her a break anytime soon. He enjoyed the sweet sounds Ginny made too much. He started a relaxed rhythm of thrusts, her ass smacking against his crotch each time, and he began fingering Gabrielle and Daphne at the same pace, bringing all three girls to madness simultaneously, their moans, cries, and screams blending into an erotic melody.

"Nyaah! Master! Your cock feels so good, thank you, thank you!" Ginny whimpered, pressing against him.

"Unnn... cumming...! I can't stop cumming!" Daphne was still sensitive, and her juices were squirting onto his fingers.
"Mmm... more, Master! More!" Gabrielle urged him, reaching between her legs to grab his wrist and pull his fingers deeper inside.

He gave all three of them more, continuing to fuck Ginny until he filled her womb with his seed, causing her to scream her praise loud enough for the neighbors on the street to hear.

Daphne and Gabrielle had their turn then. As Harry lay on his back, relaxing, Daphne rode on top, her fingers on his firm abdominal muscles, her mouth opening as she gasped with every little movement she made.

"Hyahhh... I can't... I can't go on. I'm sorry, sir... it's just... too much..." Daphne moaned as her oversensitive body experienced another orgasm.

"So move aside and let me give our Master what he needs!" Gabrielle forcefully pushed the exhausted former lesbian redhead off Harry and eagerly took his cock into her own pussy. The succubus had much more stamina, and Harry groaned with approval as she started bouncing on him, her breasts swaying hypnotically.

"Do you think you can handle me?" Harry said with a smile. Daphne and Ginny were curled up at his side, both still breathing heavily, trying to catch their breath.

"Only I can handle you, Master!" Gabrielle purred, and Harry felt her pussy muscles squeeze his cock. She was right. The supernatural demon was literally made for sex, and she could do things no other woman could.

But that just made playing with her even more enjoyable. "Let's put that to the test, then."

Harry grabbed Gab's hips, holding her in place, and started thrusting upward. Lying on the bed, it was a full-body motion, creating an arch from shoulders to feet, but even with that extra challenge, he plunged into Gab so forcefully that if he didn't hold her hips, she would have been launched off the bed.

Instead, he fucked her harder than any mortal woman could handle, and the entire bed shook as he continued. He could feel himself getting harder, his cock swelling inside her, and he could see the bulge in her abdomen every time he pushed it all the way in.

"Still think you can handle me?!" Harry challenged Gabrielle, raising his voice to be heard above the creaking of the bed.

"Hyahhh!!! Master...! Forgive me! Fuck me! I can't, you're too big, it's all too... too... kyahhh!" Gabrielle let out a primal scream as pleasure consumed her, and her mind went blank, her tongue lolling out of her mouth.
Her body went limp as she passed out, so Harry slowed down, allowing himself to climax once more, filling her womb with a few more powerful thrusts. Gabrielle moaned as his semen filled her, and when she lay on top of him and slowly regained consciousness, she made no move to get off him or slide his cock out of her pussy.

"...I think I could stay like this forever, Master," she said with a charming smile on her face.

His three women snuggled up to him, and Harry sighed, "Eternity is a long time. I feel like I'm just beginning."

"But for now, let's savor the moment. SNAP!"

Just as he said that, the wooden frame under the mattress finally gave in to the brutal exertion a few moments earlier. The center of the mattress collapsed until it touched the floor, leaving all four of them on the bed Bent in a slight U-shape.

"Okay, the moment has passed. What do you say, girls?"

A chorus of joyful giggles from all three filled the room before they stopped, took a deep breath, and answered unanimously, "Yes, Master!"