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"Go ahead and cum," he commands her. "Cum now."
She tries. She can see that she's trying. Her whole body trembles and bucks with the effort. Her eyes are closed, her head thrown back. Lines of pain, pleasure, and tension are etched on her face in equal measure.
But it's no use. She can't come without his cock inside her. Without his engagement in possessing her completely.
She starts crying. Honestly, she's disappointed. She's somehow almost even louder than when he fucked her. He'd be sad, but for some reason, he finds it all deeply sexy.
There's a part of him that's immensely pleased. He fucking owns this beautiful girl. He owns her from head to toe. He owns the rest of her cum, forever.
Fuck, it makes him so hard.
She drops down to her knees completely, touching herself as she moves. Crawling on one hand, the other stuffed in her pussy, she drips all over the concrete as she moves. Trying to get to his cock.
He grabs her, trying to keep her away. He realizes that holding a crying, half-naked girl on the staircase is a bad look just as someone yells at them.
"Hey miss!" An older man calls out from a window. "Are you okay? Do you need help?"
"I need it so bad!" she cries hysterically - clearly referring to the cum she needs, not any help from the fucker trying to interfere in his business. Harry's blood boils, and he's dangerously close to fucking someone up. He's built for fucking bitches and destroying stupid fuckers like him who think they can meddle in his fucking business.
She's nowhere near him, but he can hear Fleur's voice whispering in his ear, begging him to teach this little cunt a lesson for thinking she can say anything to the whore that belongs to him.
"Fuck them up, Daddy. Fuck them up, baby. Fuck him up and take his jawbone as a fucking trophy," Harry mutters to himself.
He steps out of his room onto the staircase. He's tiny, barely able to turn around in it.
"You gotta stay there," he growls, "while you still have hands outside your throat."
He's never threatened anyone before. Now he almost doesn't have to; he exists as a threat. He's a living tool of crime - and the guy sees it.
While he glares murderously at the guy until he's inside, Tonks uses his moment of distraction to wrap her mouth around his cock through his sweatpants.
"Please," she whimpers, the sound muffled by the fabric. His precum seeps through the fabric, mixing with her saliva. "I don't know what I like. I don't know where I'm from. I don't know anything. I forgot my name. I just know that I'm here, and you're there, and I need your cock so badly please fuck me!"
He's so close to doing it completely. More neighbors come out, too many to gawk at a murder. Some of them are on the phone.
Tonks continues, making an even bigger show of herself.
"Please, fuck me. Please, fuck me. Please, oh God, oh God, fuck me...I don't know what I'll do if you don't fuck me..." she begs.
"Daddy?" he hears Fleur's meaningful sing-song voice calling up.
He looks over from the side of the stairs, jaw agape. She couldn't possibly have made it back already.
But she has. Fleur is downstairs, entering his apartment with Daphne.
Daphne looks drunk; she also looks hot as hell. She giggles and slumps onto the plush half-ruined couch.
She's wearing a leather skirt, a silk blouse, expensive jewelry - each item dripping with money. Her hair is in a messy bun, and her cheeks are flushed. Her eyes shine with delight as she looks around the room, taking in all the sights.
He can't help but watch her as the drunken mess sprawls out on the furniture, shifting around as if she's about to fall. He finds himself turned on by her beauty, especially her vulnerability, his heart pounding in his chest as he takes her all in.
"Whooopshie daishy!" she slurs. "Oh my goshness. My good gosh. My goodness. Whoops."
It takes her a few seconds to stabilize herself. It makes him want to protect her; protect her from harm; maybe even keep her close to him forever. It's a predatory feeling - the stupid bitch has found herself in a situation where an alpha like him would protect her. Good thing he fucks her senseless until she realizes he can take care of her.
Harry Potter couldn't take his eyes off her. In her messy state, she looked absolutely stunning. Her voluminous blonde hair was tousled around her face, a few strands falling into her light blue eyes. Her slender frame was adorned with curves that only accentuated her beauty in the tight embrace of her silk blouse, and her ample breasts heaved up and down as she tried to collect herself. She looked like an absolute dream, the embodiment of temptation, a siren whose call no one could resist.
It would be so easy, so fucking easy to just walk up to her and start touching her. He was sure she would be a good girl about it. She wouldn't refuse. She'd want him to go too far. He could pinch her nipples and slide his fingers right into her skirt.
His gaze lingered on her a little too long, and when he finally tore his eyes away to look at Fleur instead, she smiled knowingly at him. Despite himself, he blushed and quickly turned to look out the window again. There was no trace now of what had just been happening on the stairs outside.
Instead, there was a great commotion. People milled around, pointing, and some teenagers gestured and laughed about what Tonks was doing. Harry Potter had clearly forbidden Fleur from casting the spell that would make everyone in the complex forget what they saw - which she was already doing - and ushered all three girls into his small apartment. The situation was fucked up, but at least inside his apartment she felt somewhat in control.
"You can't be fucking serious," he turned back inside and looked at Fleur. "I told you not to do that."
"You told me that nobody was in the restaurant. Is this the restaurant?" Fleur's melodic voice called out upstairs.
Harry Potter sighed, trying to maintain his composure amidst the chaos in his small apartment. He knew he shouldn't have let Fleur bring Tonks and Daphne over, but he couldn't resist the temptation. Meanwhile, Tonks was trying to grope his leg and Daphne was studying his body closely, complimenting his looks.
"I admit, I may have gone too far," Fleur said with a smile before her hand wrapped around his cock. "But I know something that could make you sober up quickly..."
"How is she so drunk already? You weren't gone for, what, an hour?" Harry asked, trying to make sense of the situation.
Fleur shrugged. "Well, she's not exactly drunk on alcohol. It's more of a special-"
"I swear to God. Fleur, I swear to God-" Harry interrupted, putting his hand to his face in frustration.
"It's a special...potion," Fleur explained, making a face.
Harry realized she was talking about Veritaserum. Daphne licked her lips and touched herself up and down, staring at him through heavy-lidded eyes. He couldn't deny that she was a beautiful woman.
"Biiig. Cock. So big. Gosh. Gosh..." Daphne moaned, lost in her own world.
"I...," Fleur giggled. "It really turns her on."
"Sweetheart, you can't do this," Harry shook his head, trying to resist Fleur's seductive ways.
But she wrapped her hand around his cock and he couldn't resist. "Listen...just listen to what she has to say. And then you'll want to fuck her, and you'll want me to use my magic, and we'll have my sister-shelter here, and we'll be stupidly pregnant from you and engulf the world in purifying flames and bring about dark eternity of pleasure only for the worthy, and damn anyone who doesn't satisfy you to a terrible eternal hell."
Harry Potter protested once again, "This is unacceptable. You keep saying you want me to take control, but every time I turn around, you undermine me. I made it clear that you can't hex her, and yet you still did. That's directly contradictory to my plans for the restaurant."
Daphne sat up, surprised. "You have plans for the restaurant? But it's mine!"
Harry replied, "I mean, I plan to buy it from you, Daphne. You knew that."
Daphne laughed. "Oh, that? That was never going to happen."
As silence fell over the room, Harry felt Tonks grope his leg again. He pushed her away roughly, forgetting his own strength, and turned his attention back to Daphne. He lifted her up from the ground easily, thanks to his growing size and strength.
Fleur immediately wrapped herself around Harry, whispering seductively in his ear. He could feel the electricity running through him, responding to her touch with primal force and masculinity. The heat between them was intense and Harry could barely remember why he was there.
But he couldn't forget who was in charge here. Fleur's words had a strange effect on him, making him feel more dominant and inclined to use and control women. However, he trusted her completely and knew he could rely on her.
Daphne was so attractive, even in her drunken state. She liked to be manipulated, and her legs wrapped around Harry. Fleur softly bit his neck, increasing his strength even more. Harry was so aroused that he could barely speak, and his cock drooled on Daphne's thighs.
Harry demanded, "Daphne, tell me the truth."
Harry Potter listened as Daphne, in her drunken state, confessed the truth to him. She never intended to sell him the property. Instead, she used his interest to raise the offer of a wealthier buyer. Daphne planned to wait until Harry was fully committed and had placed a significant amount of money in the deposit before telling him. She hoped to avoid a confrontation with him altogether, taking the money and leaving town.
Harry's mind wandered as he watched Daphne's lip movements. He thought about how well she could suck his cock. When she finished her explanation, Fleur looked at him with her beautiful, blue eyes, full of malice, desire, and lust.
"Now what will you do, Master?" Fleur asked.
Harry knew what he wanted to do. He was so turned on that he felt like he was going to burst. He gently placed Daphne back on the ground, surprised by his own strength. Holding an adult woman in the air for almost ten minutes barely tired him.
"You need to sober her up," Harry said. "You can use a hex, but only for that purpose."
Fleur snapped her fingers, and runes flew everywhere. "Done!"
Daphne muttered, "Wuzzat?" as she held her head. "Oh. My head. What the hell..."
"Now," Harry growled, "take her home."
Fleur backed away, defeated and disoriented. "She tricked you! You need to fuck her to teach her a lesson! You need to get revenge!" She smiled, shifting from attack to retreat. "I'll hold her for you, Daddy. I don't care if she's willing or not, Master. I just need you in her. She needs it."
Daphne was terrified. "What? What? What's going on with you? Why..."
She looked back at Harry and realized that he could keep her here as long as he wanted and do anything he wanted to her. His enormous cock was hard and drooling pre-cum. She turned deathly pale.
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