Veela or Succubus ch.5

"And why?" Harry asked as he enjoyed his first slave, Susan. Harry was leaning against the headboard of the bed, the blonde was riding his cock with her slender back turned to him, the slightly plump, very busty brunette was rubbing her naked breasts against his shoulder, while the bimbofied Susan showered him with tender kisses with her soft, pillowy lips, melting and experiencing a small orgasm each time Harry thrust his tongue into her mouth.

"They're too young. Not mature at all. The soul needs... oh fuck.... right there, faster, you bitch!" Gabrielle screamed her full throat in orgasm, then continued as if nothing had happened: "...as I said, the soul takes years to develop. You people don't even have it until the age of five. By the age of eighteen, it is just beginning to form.

"Do you want me to start adding grandmothers to my harem?" Harry asked with a giggle. He gave the girl a smack on the ass, a signal to speed up, and she panted and caught her breath, trying to obey.

"Not at all. Old souls are ... hard and chewy. They're so used to their bodies that it's like trying to drink ice cream through a straw. Don't worry. Gabrielle pulled the plump brunette away from his arm and took her place, sliding her hot tongue along his neck before being pulled into an intense kiss by Harry, and when she pulled away, they were joined by a trail of saliva. When I find the right meal for you, I'll prepare it like a professional chef, a meal you're sure to enjoy.

"I like the sound of that. Why don't you bend over? I want to cum in your tight..."

Before Harry had time to finish, a loud banging on the door sounded. Furrowing his eyebrows, Harry pushed the blonde off him and stood up. He grabbed a white bathrobe and quickly tied it, then opened the door.

On the other side stood an angry woman. She looked to be in her mid-thirties, and her body looked fit and healthy. Striped pants and a sleek vest over a sleeveless blouse left much to the imagination. Her spiky hair with half of it shaved into a buzzcut along with her nose screamed lesbian to him.
"Is it?" Harry asked after he finished examining her body.

"Mr. Potter. We've received complaints from your room. Loud music. Banging on the walls. Half-naked women coming and going. I've come to tell you that if we receive one more complaint, you will have to leave the hotel. This hotel aims to provide a safe and relaxing atmosphere, and I won't allow anyone to disturb that." Her words were precisely spoken, and yet Harry noticed a British accent.

As she delivered her warning, Harry heard the snap of a man's fingers behind him. There were two of them, both at least six feet tall, with arms like defenders and dark, reflective glasses. One with short, slicked-back hair was smiling, while his completely bald partner sneered at Harry.

For a brief moment, Harry felt like he was sent to the principal's office, that he got himself into trouble and deserved a scolding. Clinging to that feeling, though, was like trying to push a beach ball underwater; a wave of aggression replaced any feelings of shame.

"Miss Bellatrix," Harry noticed a ring on her left hand. Maybe it was the pain of being cheated himself, but the idea of stealing other men's wives excited him greatly. He grabbed her hand and began gently rubbing the back of it with his thumb. Bellatrix, the establishment's owner. He recalled seeing her name while flying on the plane, looking at the hotel he was traveling to. "Miss Bellatrix and I were just having some fun. I'm sure we can overlook this one time?"

"Hey there, buddy, hands off." One of her goons stepped forward and shoved Harry in the shoulder. Or at least, he tried to. Harry resisted the push as solidly as a stone wall, and when his eyes flashed at the thug, he stumbled backward with a grimace.

Harry ignored the failed intimidation attempt and focused on the hotel owner. "Maybe you can come inside, and we can talk like adults?" Regardless of whether she was a lesbian or not, he saw a slight dilation in her eyes, the way her lips were slightly parted. His supernatural charm was working on her. Bellatrix turned towards her security, and when she spoke, her voice was noticeably higher, "The two of you are dismissed."

Harry chuckled as the two men looked at him and had nothing else to do but leave, leaving Ms. Bellatrix completely defenseless.

Bellatrix swallowed, then crossed the threshold. She only took a few steps before hesitating. "What's that smell?"

"I was busy," Harry replied, placing his hands on her shoulders from behind and gently but firmly leading her further into the room.
Bellatrix's eyes were wide open as she gazed upon his harem. The blonde sisters, the curvy brunette with the perfect body and Gabrielle's angelic face, and Susan with her almost indecent features – a fantasy bimbo with breasts larger than her head on an exaggerated hourglass figure, her face dominated by thick, pouty lips and empty, vacant eyes. At the moment, those pretty green eyes were tightly shut, and her fingers were plunging in and out of her slit. Since the transformation, she had become insatiable.

"Have you... shot a porno here?" Bellatrix asked, her voice now even higher.

"No, but now that you mention it, it's not a bad idea. Susan, grab my phone and start recording," Harry said, undoing his robe.

"Yes, Master, right away!" The bimbo quickly licked her fingers clean and then bounced up to be obedient. As much as she looked and acted like a bimbo, she was still just as intelligent inside, and obedience to Harry was paramount.

"Oh, Master... you must take this one. Her soul is radiant," Gabrielle said, approaching Bellatrix so closely that her bare breasts almost touched her vest. "These are always people with passion, working hard on their dreams." Gabrielle leaned in and kissed Bellatrix. The woman stiffened for only a second or two before relaxing again and reciprocating the kiss. "This hotel... you must have worked so hard to get where you are at such a young age."

"I... I... My mother was a maid here, and I didn't want to end up like her, so..."

Gabrielle interrupted her with another kiss, her skilled fingers unbuttoned the vest, and then the blouse beneath it. "Oh, darling, you don't have to tell me your life story. I can taste it. And the Master... well, why don't you tell her?"

Harry pulled down her pants, the leather belt snapping from his force, and the front buttons popped open, revealing her well-sculpted derrière, a pale tan from surfing in high-waisted swimsuits, and a discreet six-inch Polynesian tattoo embossed on her hip. "From now on, you're just another slave."

"Damn... I've never done anything like this..." Bellatrix swayed on her feet, and when Harry rubbed his fingers along her neatly trimmed slit, he found her already wet. He smiled privately to himself. As she stepped out of her pants and shoes and stood before him completely naked, she had no idea that this wasn't just a full-on sexual escapade. She intended to give him her soul. "I feel so hot..."
Harry grabbed her breast and felt the stern hotel owner hiding a pair of pierced nipples under her vest, vertical bars that made her gasp as he twisted them. "But these are far too small. Bellatrix might be athletic and have a fantastic ass, but if she were to join his harem, she needed to be a living sexual fantasy, and her size B breasts weren't sufficient for him." When he tugged and pulled on her barbells, she instinctively started grinding her hips against his cock, and her breasts began to swell without her awareness.

Growing bigger and bigger, remaining soft and supple, the added weight made it even more painful and arousing for her as he played with her piercings. He stopped short of the mountains that Susan had finished, but Bellatrix's breasts were still astounding, jutting proudly high on her chest and each larger than a volleyball, an impressive D cup.

Harry paused for a moment. He could feel his power flowing into Bellatrix. He could feel her life force energy flowing into him, making him even stronger and more masculine. It was his power that was starting to change her... not Gabrielle. He looked at the succubus and saw that she was even more surprised than he was. When he finished taming Bellatrix, he had questions for her.

But he wasn't finished. His hands traveled around her well-toned waist, and as he squeezed, her light six-pack dissolved into feminine softness as her waist narrowed. His hands went lower, and her hips lifted. He grabbed her ass, which also began to fill, and the layers of pliable fat made it perfect for spanking... or smacking as he trained her.

When he was done, her tan disappeared, leaving her whole body a creamy white color, while her tattoo began to spiral out until the sharp, angular pattern covered not only her hips but also her right buttock and thigh. Her short hair cascaded to her waist, forming elegant waves, although for whimsy, he left a partial shave on the left side of her head, enjoying the asymmetry it gave her along with the tattoos. "Perfect," Harry said, pulling her close, squeezing her new, plump ass with both hands and forcing a rough kiss on her. The new Bellatrix melted into him, moaning so lasciviously that he was sure he brought her to climax with just the kiss. "How... how did you do that?" Gabrielle looked at him. "I gave you the gift of persuasion, not corruption. You shouldn't be able to change her like that. Not without my help."

Harry spun Bellatrix around, her ass rubbing against his crotch as he began to tug on her nipple piercings. "Is that a problem?"
He saw the conflict playing out on the succubus's face. He had crossed a certain boundary. Take some of her control. Part of her power. Her seductive, submissive facade cracked only for a moment, and he could sense the power-hungry bitch inside. But only for a moment.

"I wouldn't say it's a problem. It's just... unusual." Gabrielle slid up to him smoothly like a snake, her full breasts pressing against his back. "You're an even bigger stud than I thought. And the power flowing from her... when you fully claim her, it'll be a feast."

"So what are we waiting for?" Harry turned Bellatrix around for the second time and pushed her onto the mattress. She landed on her back, and her legs naturally spread for him. "Oh, yes! Fuck me, Master! See how wet I am!" She spread her pussy, her fingers forming a V-shape, and he could see her glistening folds for himself. "I need your cock! I want you to possess me, make me your property. Fuck me, use me, breed me, I'm all yours!"

All three Hogwarts girls let out sympathetic and excited sighs. Each of them remembered what it felt like when Harry fucked them for the first time, and Susan began to pleasure herself, trying to hold the phone steady to record, a shiver of desire running down her spine.

Gabrielle chuckled, her fingers lightly moving up and down Harry's rock-hard cock, still wet from the last girl he was in. "Well, you've heard the lady. What are you waiting for?"

"She's tempting, that's for sure. But I mean something even better." Harry grabbed Gabrielle's wrist and with a strong pull, made her fall onto Bellatrix, their breasts pressing against each other, and her perfect ass in the perfect position for him to penetrate her.

"Mmm... well, if you insist, Master." Gabrielle purred, parting her cheeks and rising on her toes. Her pussy was pink and smooth and inviting him inside, but Harry hadn't penetrated her yet.

"I'll do it. Because I need to make one thing clear." Harry reached forward, wrapping one strong hand around Gabrielle's throat. "I own every pussy in this room. Including yours."