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The Dormant Power ch.8
🕑 Added 2024-06-14 10:12:01 +0000 UTCHarry propped himself up on his elbow and looked at her, the reality of what he had accomplished finally sinking in. He had taken control of a powerful supernatural being, bending her to his will through sheer force of desire.
What other boundaries could he push? How far could he go with this newfound power?
“Fleur,” Harry said, his voice hoarse and raw from the exertion. “Can I use this power on others?”
She smiled up at him through the haze of pleasure, his cum dripping down her cheeks. “Yes, Master. You can.”
A wave of possibilities swept through Harry's mind, each darker and more tempting than the last. The thought of having such power over others, of bending their wills to his, was intoxicating.
He would no longer be the nerdy, mild-mannered Harry Potter. With this power, he could become something more, someone to be feared and revered.
“Who will you use it on, Master?” Fleur asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice.
“On everyone,” Harry replied, savoring the word. “But I know where to start.”
Harry Potter drew back the curtain of his room and looked out at the moon, blue and eerie in the night sky, casting an otherworldly glow over the world. It was the perfect night for Halloween. His heart quickened, his newfound powers pulsing in his veins, eager to be unleashed on an unsuspecting world. The thought of testing his abilities on someone else sent shivers down his spine, each one sparking a thrill of pleasure through his body.
“Are you ready, Harry?” Fleur purred, her crimson eyes gleaming with a wicked delight that matched his own. Since he had blended his power with hers, her eyes glowed with a pulsing red-violet light, a sign that a part of him was in her, binding this magnificent creature to him irrevocably.
“More than ever,” he replied, his voice wavering with a mix of nerves and excitement. He had fantasized about this moment countless times, but it had always been just a dream. Now he had what he always wanted—a beautiful woman who desired him and the ability to seduce any woman he wanted. The reality of his situation was overwhelming.
“Good,” she said, smiling as her delicate hands began to work on his costume. It was as if she was weaving a dark spell, transforming him from a shy, introverted man into a powerful Incubus—a creature of seduction and domination. As her fingers caressed his upper body, he felt his strength grow alongside his desire. His muscles swelled under her touch, and with each passing moment, his figure became more imposing.
“So handsome,” she murmured, pulling out the tight leather pants she had bought for him. He still didn’t know where she got her clothes, but with her power to seduce anyone, it wasn’t hard to imagine her literally charming the pants off some guy. Hopefully, she only drained superficial emotions from him and didn’t suck him dry. He still remembered how close the charming demoness had come to killing him.
That was before he discovered he was an Incubus—a demon with the power to manipulate, seduce, and devour emotions, transforming them into his body and using them to take anyone he wanted. And he had started by conquering a succubus.
While the succubus expertly applied makeup to accentuate his newly acquired horns and wings, her fingers occasionally paused on his body, tracing the contours of his magically sculpted muscles or brushing against the sensitive skin beneath his wings. Each caress sent a shiver down his spine, igniting a fire in the pit of his stomach that threatened to consume him entirely.
“Fleur,” Harry murmured in warning. “You’re supposed to be preparing me.”
“I know, Master, but your body is so... enticing,” Fleur whispered, her breath hot against his ear as she leaned closer. “I can’t help myself.” Her lips pressed gently against his neck, and for a brief moment, he allowed himself to succumb to the exquisite pleasure of her touch.
“Fleur,” he stammered, his voice barely a whisper. “I need to focus. Tonight is important.”
“Of course,” she replied, pulling away from him with a sensual smile. “But remember, Harry, it was I who showed you your power.” Her eyes locked onto his, mesmerizing him with their hypnotic allure. “It was I who allowed you to take me.”
“Allowed?” he asked. “I don’t recall giving you a choice.”
A deep, dark laugh filled his small bedroom as Fleur let out a chuckle. The wicked sound reminded him of how dangerous a demon could be.
“Of course, Master,” Fleur said, adding a hint of mockery to his title. “And it was so good!”
Harry’s skin burned as Fleur’s hands continued to caress him, her touch like an electric charge coursing through him. He felt his body grow stronger with each stroke. The now familiar tremble between his legs was distracting; it felt like tiny lightning bolts striking him from within. The feeling of arousal grew in intensity until it was almost unbearable; he couldn’t control his reaction to her.
“Fleur,” he growled, his voice low and guttural. “If you’re not careful, I’ll need more.”
“More?” she purred, her fingers dancing across his skin, teasing him with gentle strokes. “Do you crave more pleasure, my dear Master?”
“More than just pleasure,” he whispered, staring into her eyes. “I crave... I need you to submit.” As he spoke the words, a wave of energy washed over him, granting him access to the deepest recesses of Fleur’s essence, the energy that permeated every living being. Her desire was palpable, a burning fire that threatened to consume him. It was time to harness that desire, to claim it for his own.
“Then take it,” Fleur moaned, her eyes filled with desperate hunger. “Control me, Master. If you can!”
With fierce intensity, Harry grabbed Fleur by the shoulders and pulled her against his body. She stood on tiptoe—his newfound power had added two inches to his height—and her lips sought his. He grabbed her wild white hair and pulled her head back, forcing her to gasp in shock and pain. He placed his mouth on her neck and inhaled the sweet scent of her skin, beneath it a thicker, muskier scent of unadulterated desire. Pushing deeper, he saw her glowing essence pulsing with power.
He caressed the edges of her soul and felt her tremble. She moaned, her blood-red nails digging into his shoulders as he bit into her neck and sent shocks of his power through her body, like lightning bolts of electric desire.
Fully aroused, Harry pulled her hair again, bending her body until her back arched painfully, presenting him with her huge, pale breasts barely constrained by the black leather bra. He growled and leaned forward, catching the leather strap in his teeth and tearing it off. Her tits spilled forward, pale, fleshy mounds tipped with the most delicious-looking pink nipples.
"Oh, Master!" Fleur moaned as he took her hard nipple into his mouth and began to scrape his teeth over the sensitive nub. Any sense of humor or control she had quickly vanished as her nipple swelled in his mouth, causing her to tremble with need. He took that desire and amplified it, made it surge violently, until Fleur went limp in his arms, unable to control her limbs as he filled her with overwhelming lust.
What man wouldn't want to have such control over a woman, to make her helpless by simply sucking her tit? Harry knew he could bring her to that state. With the right push of power, he could assault any part of her body he desired. But he wasn’t going to give her that pleasure. He wanted her on the edge, craving what he could give her, so she never forgot who was really in charge.
So, he caressed her essence with thrusts of his power while enjoying her juicy tits, taking his time as he moved her generous body over his face. Fleur was the first woman he had ever been with, and he wanted to do all those things he had dreamed about. Tormenting her breasts with his mouth and burying his face in her soft, maternal flesh while she hung helplessly in his arms was better than any fantasy he had ever conjured in his horny mind.
After long moments of sucking Fleur’s nipples and forcefully enjoying her breasts, Harry let her go. She looked at him with eyes glazed with desire. He felt her need in her gaze and her essence, but if she thought he would relent, she was mistaken.
He reached up and grabbed her shoulders, then pushed the once-powerful demon to her knees before him. Harry had never been this assertive, this dominant, but his newfound power demanded nothing less. He saw the shock in her eyes as she found herself at his mercy. She breathed in shallow gasps, causing her ample breasts to quiver as she tried to comprehend what was happening.
“Is this what you wanted, Fleur?” Harry asked, his voice dripping with menace. “To be at the feet of your creation? To submit to a man?”
“Yes,” she stammered, her voice trembling with anticipation. “Please... show me your strength.”
His lips curled into a sinister smile, and his heart raced. He summoned all his energy, focusing it into a mystical force that he channeled through his hands and sent straight into her body. Fleur's breasts heated to a red-hot glow, her breath quickened, and she moaned softly, surrendering to the sensations he was stirring within her. Her hips moved as she became more desperate and frenzied while he continued to manipulate the energy within her, exploring every inch of her soul.
“You’re... incredible,” she gasped, her eyes filling with tears. “I’ve never... felt anything like this.”
“Good,” Harry growled. He reached down and gripped her breasts firmly, molding her flesh in his hands as he continued to play with her core. “You will worship me, Fleur, like the fucking whore you are!”
He yanked down the leather pants he had just donned to his hips. Fleur gasped as his cock sprang free from the confines of his pants and slapped her across the cheek. His cock had grown with his desire, reaching the length of her forearm and the thickness of her wrist.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded, his voice filled with lust and power. Fleur obediently parted her full, red lips, revealing pearly white teeth, and gazed up at him with wide, submissive eyes. In that moment, Harry felt like a god among men, every dark fantasy coming to life before his eyes.
“Please... give it to me, Master,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. He wasted no time, guiding his throbbing cock to the entrance of her warm, inviting mouth. The feeling of her smooth tongue tentatively sliding over his sensitive tip was electric, sending shivers down his spine as he reveled in his control over this otherworldly being.
