Veela or Succubus ch.7

"She... she's not here, alright? She went shopping. It's just me," Daphne admitted. She seemed to accept the fact that he barged in, even if it put her in an awkward situation.
"Do you want some coffee or something while you wait?"

Entering the kitchen, Harry felt an unusual calm wash over him. It had been just over a month since he had been thrown out of his own home, and it felt good to be back. There were some changes. She didn't maintain everything in the same order and cleanliness as he did. There were dishes in the sink, and the kitchen island and table were cluttered with appliances. He guessed that neither of them was as much of a neat freak as he was.

"No, thank you. I think a day like this calls for a bit of whiskey. I have some stashed up in the top cabinet; maybe you can grab it, and we can share a glass." Harry smiled at Daphne, showing a hint of his teeth.

That made her smile back at him. She blushed, and he could see the gears turning in her head, slowly convincing herself that it was okay to cheat on her girlfriend with her ex-husband. "Sounds... nice."

She turned her back to him and opened the cabinet he indicated. She only saw a few old plates and dishes, dusty from lack of use. "...I don't see it here. Are you sure it's here?"

"What's the problem?" Harry positioned himself close behind her. Very close. So close that she could feel the bulge in his pants against her back. "Do you want me to get it for you?"

"Hnn... Daphne leaned against the counter and pushed herself away from him, and even though they were both wearing denim jeans, he could feel her ass trembling.

With one hand, he lifted her shirt above her bra, and with the other, he grasped her subdued, flat stomach, pulling her closer to him. "You think you can handle me?" "Oh God..." He felt her quiver in his arms, and a moan escaped her throat. "Fuck off. Just so you know, I'm into girls only."

Harry raised her bra, and two softball-sized breasts bounced freely. He teased one nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Then why are they so hard you could cut glass with them?" When he undid the front of her jeans and pulled them down along with her panties, she didn't even protest. As he slid his middle finger into her, he smiled and whispered softly into her ear, "You're soaking wet. You dirty, filthy slut."

"I'm not!" She grabbed his wrists but didn't try to pull him away; she held on for support as her legs went weak.

"You are." Harry growled, pulling off her shirt and bra over her head. The moan she let out told him she had stopped denying it.

He stepped back from her and then started to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, retrieving his cock.

As Daphne turned around to look him in the eyes and saw him, the remaining strength in her legs gave out, and her knees hit the kitchen floor with a thud.

"Ever sucked a man's cock before?" he asked.

"What? No. Of course not. I told you, I'm just..." Harry pressed the full length of his hard cock against her face, obstructing her vision, "...into girls."

"Then you'll have to work very hard, won't you?" He gently slapped her cheek. "And it's better if I don't feel any teeth."

Harry loved seeing the conflicting emotions on Daphne's face. She knew her behavior was unlike herself. She knew something was off. But she couldn't focus on that. The only thing she could focus on was his enormous cock pressed against her face. It was hot and hard and smelled intoxicating. It filled her nostrils as she inhaled deeply.

Forget about the whiskey; she could get drunk on that scent. "Open your mouth." Harry didn't ask anymore. He commanded, and Daphne was helpless, unable to do anything but obey. Her jaw opened as wide as it could. Harry ran his fingers through her electric blue-dyed hair and gripped firmly before sliding the head of his cock into her mouth. At the same time, he began filling her with his power.

Daphne gagged on his cock, but he held it firmly, and she didn't resist. To her relief, the pain in her jaw hinge started to fade, as did her gag reflex. When he thrust his hips forward, and she felt all eleven inches slide into her throat, her chest swelled with pride.

He decided to leave her chest unchanged, but everything else in her was changing. The muscle tension she had built up over the years in Krav Maga self-defense classes began to dissipate, her stomach remained flat but her six-pack smoothed out. Her butt grew bigger, too big for those jeans ever to fit again, and it became plump with soft fat, just like her thighs. He redoubled his efforts and drained her strength. Bones shifted, and she grew smaller. She had been just a few inches shorter than him before, but he wanted her to be tiny, weak, and vulgar, and he didn't stop until she stood as a petite 4'11" package.

Her lips tingled, transitioning from punk black to girlish, glossy pink. Chain earrings clinked on the floor, and the tattoos started to fade on her pale skin. On a whim, he left one on her: at the very bottom of her back, inside a black heart, the inscription "Property of Harry" stood out.
The final touch was her hair. The blue wasn't bad, but he'd had too much fun inverting her entire personality, so it became a shocking pink shade, losing its spikes, and the shaved half grew back. Light and fluffy, silky to the touch.... And piled up in two pig tails. A perfect handlebar. She looked like teenage bait, and if she hadn't been naked, no one would have believed that these could still be her real boobs. Before, they stood out on her tall figure. Even if they were only a fraction of Susan's size, on her petite new body, they marked her as nothing more than another sex object for Harry.

Satisfied, Harry grabbed one braid and lifted her to her feet, a long line of saliva falling out of her mouth as he pulled her off his cock.

"I feel... funny...?" Her voice lost its cocky, cool attitude and rose, like that of an insecure teenage girl: - What... what's going on...?

"You stole my wife. You're a house-destroying rag." Still holding her hair tightly at the base of her braid, he pushed her onto the kitchen counter, her legs dangling over him and her fingers dangling over the floor. Her jeans and panties had fallen to the floor and she was completely naked, and the tattoo on her back stood out strongly. Harry held her down with one hand just above the tattoo, then aimed a powerful spanking right at her springy ass: "Right?"

"Ahhnn!" Daphne let out a sharp gasp, but from the way her body tensed, he could tell that even if he left a handprint, she wanted more: - Yessss... I am, fuck.... Yessss... - he said.

"You're a naughty slut who needs to be taught a lesson." Another blow, her second cheek quivering about two seconds later.

"Mmmfff!!! Yes! Please... I need this... please..." Daphne was begging now. She tried to reach back to start touching herself, but Harry changed his grip, now pinning both her wrists behind her back.

"Tell me what you need, you stupid lesbian," Harry said, delivering two more smacks to her delicate butt. "Nnnnrgn!!! Your cock! I need your cock! Fuck me, please, fuck me!" Her pussy was dripping, her legs spreading for him, and when he gave her what she wanted, when he pushed his hard cock into her pussy all the way to kiss her mound, he could feel her squeezing him, going wild behind him, already climaxing after their first penetration in her life.

Bodies and minds had become almost too easy for Harry to shape. And he owed it all to one person.

"You can leave now," Harry said, raising his voice slightly as he started to build a heavy fucking rhythm with Daphne, her breasts swaying in a high arc after each powerful thrust.

When Gabrielle materialized again, she was already on her knees, crawling slowly towards him before kneeling to look at him with adoration. "I love watching you work, Master. I've never seen such power wielded so effortlessly. It's as if you were always meant to have it. You've always wanted me as your slave. Without slowing down, Harry reached down and scratched the top of Gabrielle's head, feeling the base of her demonic horns on both sides of his fingers. But this isn't normal, is it? I'm taking your power. Amplifying it."

"No, Master. I've never heard of anyone like you," Gabrielle confirmed, leaning against his thigh as her eyes closed in bliss at the sight of scratches on her head. "I guess that means it's uncharted territory." Something about it excited him. He was entering a completely new world. If succubi were real, what else in the world would shatter his worldview? If he had such a strange reaction to Gabrielle, would it extend to all other supernatural creatures?

Was there more power waiting for him out there?

Fueled by these ambitious thoughts, he began to accelerate, thrusting into Daphne even faster. He grabbed her hips and lifted her off the counter so he could go in even harder, each thrust hitting with violent force, and the lesbian was overwhelmed. "Ahnnn... I'm coming! Hahhhh! I can't stop... please... stop... I keep coming!" She could beg, but the way her pussy clenched around his cock, he knew she could take it. More importantly, he wasn't finished yet. She had been transformed and created for his pleasure, not the other way around.
He quickened the pace, lifting Daphne entirely off the counter, holding her against him with one forearm wrapped around her lower belly and the other hand around her neck. He could feel her pulse through the vein on her neck, and he was like a hummingbird. When he reached his climax, thrusting his cock all the way into her cervix and pouring his hot seed directly into her womb, her pulse somehow quickened, and Daphne let out a muffled scream as the orgasm instantly shattered her mind.

At the same time, he felt her energy flowing into him. He sucked it in the same way Gabrielle had sucked him on the first night, stealing her life force and pieces of her soul and adding them to his own power. Fortunately for him, she had plenty of it. Even when her face was stuck in an ahegao expression, and the only sounds she could make were tense moans, he fucked her for several more minutes, and his body was still ready for immediate action, even after filling her womb with his seed. "Hah... I wonder if that makes me equal to Ginny." With some gentleness, he laid Daphne back on the floor. The girl was barely conscious, sitting and leaning against the refrigerator, with her mouth open and her head drooping onto her arms.
Without even asking, Gabrielle joined in, eagerly licking the cum and juices from his still-hard cock. "Damn, this taste... I can't... nnng... it's so good!"

Gab was even more aggressive than usual, but Harry was glad he could handle it. He went into the living room and sat on the couch, with the succubus following him on her knees, doing everything in her power to keep her tongue glued to his cock. He noticed that she was genuinely concerned about the taste, using her tongue only to clean it, rather than the usual deep-throating rhythm she used to extract his cum.

About a minute into it, she explained, "Master... I didn't think this was possible. This woman was a virgin, untouched by a man."